The white snake is still walking around to control the rain.

The three figures in the shadowy curtain not far away are divided into three sides.

The Aoki Demon King looked at Gan Wu in surprise. She knew that Gan Wu was protecting the white snake demon, but she did not expect that as a late Nascent Soul cultivator, he could block the spirit transformation stage, even in the early stage of spirit transformation.

Gan Wu stared at the monk with bright eyes. Since the prosperity of Western religion, the reputation of Chunyang has gradually declined, and every Chunyang disciple is indignant.

Unexpectedly, there is such a good opportunity to fight with these monks today, which is rare.

For no reason, Gan Wu was shaking.

Don't get me wrong, he is not afraid but excited. Being able to fight with the monks in the god-transforming stage is probably what he has dreamed of doing. The trembling of his hands is a conditioned reflex of his body's fighting instinct.

It seemed that the monk with a kind face in his forties gave Gan Wu a look.

"Donor, why are you in the company of monsters? Do you, Chunyang, want to be the enemy of Xiuxian Realm?"

Gan Wu pouted.

I thought it was a character, but I didn't expect to open my mouth and shut my mouth to involve faith and prestige, so I looked down on it a little bit. Instead of thinking about cultivation, I learned the intrigue and tricks of those famous families every day. It was extremely boring, and it was really disappointing.

The monk quickly saw the contempt in Gan Wu's eyes, and it was unclear why he was being seen.

Aoki Demon King thought it was quite funny.

"Hahaha~ He just doesn't like your tricks and tricks. As a cultivator, it's ridiculous to be so hypocritical!"

The Aoki Demon King hates the monks and the golden roc to the core. If other demon kings hadn't come to help him, I don't know how it would have ended. Saying that you are going to be a spirit beast in the temple is pure nonsense. Wisdom is like wood, obliterating spiritual wisdom and being driven by others, the end is bleak.

It can be said that this battle was a scam, in order to capture her Demon King Aoki.

Western religions like to capture big monsters for probation. It can not only earn the popularity of the common people, but also make them work as thugs and coolies. Which of the captured monsters is not a mount, a cow and a horse.

Gan Wu suddenly glanced at the Aoki Demon King, no matter what her background was, she had a bright character.

The monk was very angry, and he had to pretend to be light-hearted so as not to damage his image. Although Gan Wu didn't say a word, his eyes hurt him deeply. He looked at him with disdain, and looked at the demon king with admiration. What does it mean? This monk is not as good as that monster?

"In that case, don't blame this monk for being rude."

Gan Wu heard the words and smiled.

I haven't been able to challenge across borders for a long time. I remember that the last time I challenged the Nascent Soul monster in the late stage of Jindan. There is no way to progress without a crisis. I hope he will not be too weak.

Gan Wu moved, raised his hand, and like Bai Yu, turned the rain into a sword and stabbed the monk!

Sword Intent is vertical and horizontal! A simple sword contains majestic murderous aura, and the moves are simple and ordinary, but the monk on the opposite side feels that the sword energy is stabbed in the sky, so he put away the contempt he gave birth to because his opponent was born in the Yuan Ying period. I don't care about Gan Wu, I didn't expect that a sword cultivator in the Yuan Ying period would actually be able to burst out with such a tyrannical combat power!

The Aoki Demon King shot with hatred, and the monk had to deal with it carefully...

The magic sword qi raged, the rays of light flickered and the rain flew upside down, and the violent fluctuations attracted the attention of countless eyes.

Bai Yu flew too far and did not dare to approach. After watching for a while, he found that the senior brother Gan Wu was in high spirits before he was relieved. Jian Xiu was an outlier.

Jianxiu does not mean that you are a swordsman if you use a flying sword, or that a swordsman is just a representative of pure and concentrated cultivation.

No matter what kind of weapon is powerful, it will enter an inexplicable state. It is difficult for ordinary people to comprehend it. It requires great perseverance and tenacity. Once it is practiced, it can double its combat power.

The sparks of the three bosses splattered everywhere, and Bai Yu saw Western disciples in the distance.

Immediately, he showed his fierceness with his teeth and cracked mouth!

Instantly changed back to the form of a snake tail and stretched out his hand.

In the giant dianthus bamboo house in the Snake Valley, the horizontal knife under the gold trembled violently and flew up with a loud bang, piercing the roof, piercing the rain curtain, and flying straight to Bai Yu's fair hands!

Swish! Grab the horizontal knife and throw two knives.

Flicking the tail of the snake and walking in the rain, he went straight to the disciples of the Western sect. With the help of wind, rain, and lightning, the monks from before would definitely teach them how to behave if they dared to come again.

The forests that have been burned by the fire are pitch black everywhere. The fire burns the huge trees and grasses and ashes that turn into black charcoal. The heavy rain falls and gathers into the water flow. Walking on it will dye the shoes and trouser legs black. The rain can't tell the embarrassment. Who wants to become embarrassed and fled before the sing-along, and there are monsters chasing after him.

Several young disciples from the West were hurried on their way, and they felt like they were being stared at by poisonous snakes and beasts for no reason.

When he turned back, he was so frightened that he was so scared...

"There is an evil demon chasing! Hurry up and resist!"

It was simply too easy to deal with these little monks during the foundation-building stage and the Qi-refining stage. Bai Yu pierced through the rain curtain and rushed into the crowd. The sword light flickered and blood spattered. He grabbed his neck with his left hand and slammed his head against the stone, making it smashed into pieces.

Someone was running away in the distance, manipulating raindrops to shoot out bullets, and punching a few qi-cultivating cultivators with blood holes all over their bodies, turning around and rushing towards the others without looking at the corpses that fell in the black mud.

Don't kill those Golden Core Stages, choose the Foundation Establishment Stage and Qi Refining Stage to start, unless the opponent is a monk.

He killed dozens of people in a short period of time, most of whom were young disciples from Western sects who had learned a lot. They cut melons and vegetables one by one. If they saw monks with a lot of treasures, they would follow and kill them. It is not easy to cultivate disciples, especially outstanding ones. In a short period of time, many good seedlings were crushed by Bai Yu and sent to the sky.

It rained continuously in the sky, and a young monk was fleeing in the mountains covered with black ashes~lightnovelpub.net~ The monk's clothes were covered with muddy water, and black muddy water was everywhere. The fire burned the scorched corpses of beasts. The fangs of the burned corpses were exposed, and their bodies were bulging, like tensed buns, and raindrops could make a humming sound when they fell on them...

Fear, panic, the screams behind him frightened him.

When he came, Master said that there was no danger and he could still see a master's demeanor. Who would have thought that it would be a massacre.

The teachings say that one must have kindness not to kill, but everyone is fighting. He doesn't understand why they should not obey the teachings and commit crimes. Those monsters are also their lives, and so are the people of Jiuli. Why do you want to live and die...

Before I could figure it out, the monsters suddenly started to counterattack. Originally, there was no powerful support for the Central Plains cultivator to gain the upper hand with the help of the fire. Not many monsters can use fire magic, but the cultivator can use the fire to use stronger and more powerful techniques with less consumption. , Somehow it started to rain heavily. The rain extinguished the fire and made the Central Plains monks lose their help. In addition, many people just came to pick up the bargain and did not intend to go all out, and gradually fled.

The young monk decided to recite the scriptures well after returning, and would never participate in fighting and killing again.

Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw a white figure floating behind him.

Suddenly there was a shock behind him and the whole person flew forward...

Pooh~!

The young monk's lips trembled, and the cold rain made his face pale quickly. He saw a girl with a snake tail flying past him, her pale lips trembling, she lowered her head, and saw a thick charred tree branch penetrating his chest, caught by the thick branch and unable to move...

It's so cold...

He felt that his strength was losing, and his body was getting colder and colder...