As for the golden core monk in green shirt, there are three other foundation-building monks, who also seem to be disciples of Ming Xinzong, but Zhang Shiping doesn't know these people.

And after the blue-clothed monk finished speaking, he saw that the middle-aged monk Lei Yun's eyes were red, and he became more and more arrogant. He only walked about ten steps with the immobile white-clothed female nun in his arms, and then put it on the grass. He immediately untied the white silk belt with ease, pulled it up into a ball, and threw it back casually.

The skinny monk seemed to understand the habit of the blue-shirted monk very well, and immediately crouched down, pressed his knees on Lei Yun's neck, and turned his head vigorously with both hands towards the direction of the two of them.

The white silk belt spread out in the air, and it happened to fall on Lei Yun's face. The skinny monk immediately tore it off, took a deep breath in his hand, and said intoxicatedly in Lei Yun's ear: "It's so fragrant! !"

The monk in the green shirt who was tearing off the bellyband of the nun heard the words of the thin monk behind him, leaned over the nun's snow-white neck, touched it a few times, got up, turned around and said with a smile: "Lei!" Martial nephew, Martial nephew Liu's body is not only fragrant, but also very..."

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It's just that the blue-shirted monk hadn't finished speaking when several extremely slender blue rays of light passed through his body. Then a person suddenly appeared beside him, this person's five fingers formed into claws, he grabbed the green shirt monk's dantian, and in the next moment, his body appeared like a shadow, tens of feet away.

Before the cultivator in blue shirt could react, his body was broken into several pieces, and the hot scarlet blood squirted out several times, and then the sudden appearance of the cultivator's thoughts moved slightly, and several people around him A streak of blue light flew out, wrapping around the skinny monk's neck.

It wasn't until the man stopped still that the Foundation Establishment cultivators present saw his appearance clearly, and the man who came was also a blue-clothed cultivator. Moreover, the styles of the clothes of the two of them are almost alike. Zhang Shiping glanced expressionlessly at the monk in the blue shirt that had been broken into several pieces on the ground, then glanced around at everyone present, and then withdrew his gaze.

Those foundation-building monks were startled at first, and then they were overjoyed when they saw the severed body of the blue-clothed monk. Only the skinny monk looked stiff and didn't dare to move, for fear of following in Master Chen's footsteps.

Zhang Shiping raised his hand, and in his right hand covered with a thin layer of black flames, one could see that the entire palm was still stained with a lot of blood. Jumping, trying to break free from the glowing red round pill.

"Senior, spare me!" From the red round pill in his hand came a mournful voice begging for mercy.

Zhang Shiping ignored it, flicked lightly with his left hand, and a little black spark fell on the corpse, instantly burning it into a mass of ashes, leaving only six storage bags.

Seeing this, Zhang Shiping didn't show the slightest joy, on the contrary, he stimulated his spiritual sense, and scanned all the ground around ten miles around, and the ground more than a hundred feet deep, and found nothing unusual. He pinched the strange red round pill in his hand, and confirmed that it was the golden pill of the monk in blue, and that person had indeed been beheaded by himself.

At this moment, there was a strange look on his face. Before that, he thought it was the golden cicada's method of escaping his shell. He didn't want to kill this person. It was as difficult as beheading a foundation-building monk. So much so that Zhang Shiping had some doubts about himself.

Because just now, when the blue-light sword light transformed by the Qingshuang sword cut it through the body, Zhang Shiping didn't notice the slightest reaction from the natal magic weapon of the cultivator in blue. When a Jindan cultivator is attacked, even if the talismans and magic weapons he deployed before have no effect in time, the magic weapon of his destiny will respond.

After all, the natal magic weapon is different from ordinary magic weapons. It has been refined by Jindan monks for many years with real fire, and it is full of spirituality. It only needs a thought of Jindan monks to exert most of its power. Although Zhang Shiping didn't think that the green-clothed cultivator at the early stage of Jindan would be his opponent, he didn't expect that he would kill him without resistance with one move.

However, after incinerating the body of the green-shirted monk, there were only a few storage bags left, and there was no sign of the talisman, so Zhang Shiping was sure. This green-shirted monk had just formed a pill not long ago, and he hadn't even had time for the talisman Refining?

What puzzled Zhang Shiping was that if this person formed the alchemy not long ago, why didn't he go back to Nanzhou Mingxinzong to practice hard, first stabilize the golden alchemy cultivation base, and then refine some natal magic weapons, why is he still in the ancient world? Acting so insolently? Thinking back to the first few decades after he formed the alchemy, he was so low-key that he could not be more low-key, for fear of causing unnecessary troubles. It was not until his natal pagoda was refined and sacrificed for more than ten years that he felt a little bit more. Confidence!

Seeing that Zhang Shiping was silent~lightnovelpub.net~, several members of Ming Xinzong looked at each other in blank dismay, fearing that just after the wolf left, the tiger would come later.

"Senior, please forgive me. This junior is Chen Bin, a cultivator of the Golden Core of the Ming Xin Sect. I also hope that the senior will spare this junior for the sake of the great cultivator Ming Xin." From the glowing red golden elixir, there was another begging for mercy.

"Chen Bin, a Jindan cultivator of Ming Xinzong, why hasn't this old man heard about Daoyou Min and Daoist Jin?" Zhang Shiping sneered, and then he aroused the black flame for a while, and heard a scream from Jindan , there was no more sound.

Immediately afterwards, Zhang Shiping took out a brocade box from the jade belt, put the strange golden pill in it, snapped it a few more times, and pasted several forbidden charms on it, and then put it into the storage jade belt.

But Zhang Shiping didn't directly burn this person's spirit, after all, this was the first time he saw the golden core turned red. Ordinary human golden core monks, no matter what kind of method they practice, the inner alchemy formed is golden in color, which is also the origin of the name golden core monks. As for the third-tier big monsters such as the Sea Clan and the Yao Clan, the inner alchemy formed by them will have different colors.

After finishing these things, with a flick of Zhang Shiping's sleeves, a black robe covered the body of the white-clothed female cultivator whose belt was unbuttoned and half exposed. Then he walked towards Lei Yun, glanced at the overwhelmed skinny monk, snorted coldly, that man was not real or fake, his legs trembled, he knelt limply, and kowtowed repeatedly.

"Noisy!" Zhang Shiping said indifferently.

After hearing the scolding, the skinny monk looked like a duck being strangled, with his head on the ground, not daring to make a sound, but his whole body was still trembling.

"You are Daoyou Min's disciple, what's your name?" Zhang Shiping looked at Lei Yun who got up from the ground in a panic, and said softly.