Chapter 407

The ascetic monk put his hands together, slightly lowered his head and replied, "I haven't seen it."

"Really don't you see?" the venomous eyes like Python wandered back and forth on the ascetic monk's face, as if examining.

"The ascetic only cares about the road under his feet and does not dare to see the height of the sky. It may be that there are practitioners passing by, but I really haven't seen it." although the ascetic monk bowed his head to show respect, his words are neither humble nor arrogant.

"Boss, the monk is lying to you." suddenly, one of the more than a dozen sand bandits behind him said.

"Oh?" he was poisoned and looked suddenly cold.

His subordinate is responsible for interrogation and is best at observing words and expressions.

His subordinates can see through whether people who are not deep in the city lie at a glance. Obviously, the ascetic monk in front of him is not good at lying.

In the next moment, he reached out and grabbed the ascetic monk's neck directly. He lifted him up. "Didn't the Buddha tell you that being a monk should abstain from nonsense?"

"Say, which direction did he go?" the ascetic monk's face suddenly turned iron blue with a slight force on his poisonous hand.

The ascetic monk has just embarked on the path of asceticism and spiritual cultivation, when he encountered the test of the relevant path.

If you don't say it, you'll lose your life.

But if so, it is to choose to help the tyrant under the coercion of power.

The state of mind is ruined, and there is nothing to repair.

At this time, the ascetic monk, who has been lowering his eyebrows and good eyes and not looking at the sand bandits, finally raised his head for the first time, looked directly at the evil eyes, and calmly read: "the first abstainer, keep his heart like a real person day and night, have no intention to kill, be kind to all living beings, and do not harm thieves and move."

"Don't make plans with the upright son!" the ascetic monk said word by word.

"Very good, very good," said the poisonous and gloomy smile, "you are worthy of being an ascetic monk. You can not even live for a person you don't know. Monk, your level is really high."

"Since the realm is so high, I'll send you to the Buddha and let you preach with the Buddha." the next moment, the poison went down to the killer without warning.

Hiss!

He took the hands of the ascetic monk's neck and suddenly turned green. He exerted a gloomy poison and directly crushed the ascetic monk's neck.

The ascetic monk's face stiffened, his body shook, and suddenly fell to the ground.

The blood flowed out of the neck, infiltrated into the hot sand under the body and disappeared,

Poisoned, he glanced at the body of the ascetic monk with no expression, "what I hate most in my life is these dignified monks. They are obviously just laymen. Do you really think of yourself as a saint?"

"Boss, what's next?" asked the sand bandit who spoke earlier.

After thinking for a while, he opened his mouth and said, "go east and chase after him. At the beginning, he went east.

But later, I don't know why, I changed many directions one after another. Now that I lost it, I can only follow the original direction. "

"But sooner or later, he will catch up with us," said the venomous man. "After all, he has our mark on him..."

If it weren't for the storage ring to isolate their sensing of the mark, they wouldn't have to chase so much trouble.

Poisoned, a secret way in my heart.

"OK," the sand bandits answered in unison.

Soon, more than ten figures rose into the sky and disappeared into the sky.

In situ, after a gust of wind, the quicksand soon submerged and buried the body of the ascetic monk.

Take the whole desert as a grave.

.......

In the desert, there are two biggest feelings:

One is the boundlessness of heaven and earth, the other is the smallness of itself.

Even Lu Qingshan, who has reached the realm of Yuanying, can not help feeling a little.

However, the ascetic monk who has just refined his Qi and cultivation dares to walk through the desert on foot.

He who eats bitterness is a master.

The reason why ascetic monks often produce powerful monks is not unreasonable.

Lu Qingshan took the map and looked after it for a while, then moved on.

He did not put the speed to the fastest, because in this case, if the direction is not right, he will pull the speed to the fastest. Once he deviates a little, he will only waste his time.

Just after taking the map back to the storage ring, Lu Qingshan suddenly raised his eyebrows.

In his divine sense, behind him, there were more than ten monks flying in his direction.

The purpose is very clear, obviously not by chance.

More than ten sand bandit friars led by the poison roared, but for a moment, they were close to Lu Qingshan.

Lu Qingshan raised his head, looked at the poison of the leader, showed a cold smile in his eyes and a sneer in the corners of his mouth, and said to himself, "sand bandits?"

On the other side, looking at Lu Qingshan, who slowly raised his head and looked calm, his face changed and his eyes showed vigilance.

Because he couldn't see what Lu Qingshan was doing!

"Have you practiced any special magic skills or have you got any magic tools?" he was poisoned and moved in his heart, but there was a flash of greed in his eyes.

For people like them, spells or magic tools that can hide breath are very attractive.

"Boss, is that the boy?" asked one of the ten sand bandits he was carrying when he was still examining Lu Qingshan.

Sand bandits usually have two personality traits.

First, he was poisoned. He was cautious and ruthless. He experienced countless tricks and finally grew up. He could be called a crafty man.

First, those who don't understand the rules and don't avoid shooting. Such people usually die quickly, but if they can grow up, they are absolutely cruel.

Generally speaking, to take the lead, you need to be poisoned.

But among his men, there must be one or two second kinds of people, because such people can do many things that are poisonous and unfit to do.

Poisoned, he didn't say much, just nodded slightly.

The burly monk spit and said with a wild laugh, "the monk didn't even want his life. What's the use of helping the boy hide his whereabouts? No, we caught up with him."

The next moment, the burly monk felt cold all over.

Because at the moment when he finished speaking, the "fat sheep" in their eyes suddenly exuded an extremely strong intimidating pressure.

Lu Qingshan's eyes were cold, "what did you do to the ascetic monk?"

"The monk would rather die than tell you where you are going," the burly friar swallowed his saliva, but looked at the poison that didn't speak beside him. He was confident again and said hard, "then we have to follow his wishes and send him to die."

"Very good." Lu Qingshan nodded, lowered his eyes and didn't speak again.

Whoosh!

A voice burst over the vast desert and suddenly sounded.

The blazing red sword lit up and cut across the sky towards the talking burly friar.

With a scream, the next moment, the burly friars of the later cultivation of the golden elixir turned into a blood mist and burst out in front of the other ten sand bandits, making them thirsty, their mind seemed to be captured, and they froze in place for a moment and didn't dare to move.

"Yuanying sword cultivation..." she was poisoned. Looking at the young monk in front of her, she suddenly felt bitter.

"Damn it, this old man Huang mistook me. How can he sell a Yuan Ying friar to me as a fat sheep?" at the same time, there was resentment from his poisoned heart.

"We have no eyes and offended you," he said. He reacted quickly to poison and was able to bend and stretch. He soon gathered his resentment and bowed his hand to the young sword in front of him. "You killed one of my men, too. How about even if it is even?"

"Even?" Lu Qingshan looked at the poison of the scene words.

He was poisoned and released some of his authority in the middle of Yuanying. Hehe said with a smile: "you and I are both monks of Yuanying. If you really want to start, it's hard to say who wins and who loses.

Besides, our leader, the vulture old man, is a great monk who will repay his vengeance. If you really want to fight, even if you can beat us, you may not be able to bear the Revenge of the vulture old man at that time.

Isn't it good to expose this matter? The men you killed earlier should be regarded as venting your anger, and I will never investigate again. "

Poison is also a secret threat. First, he shows his accomplishments and makes Lu Qingshan afraid. Then, he moves out of the name of the vulture old man in order to suppress Lu Qingshan.

However, his words were very polite and decent. He was obviously subduing and could not see the threat at all, so that Lu Qingshan could live on his face.

Jian Xiuben is a person who values face. An old and crafty person like poison naturally understands this truth. It doesn't matter if he gives Lu Qingshan some points in speech momentum. Anyway, he won't lose much to himself.

"Even? What you provoked me can be even," Lu Qingshan seemed to ask and answer, "but what about the ascetic monk you killed? How can we even it?"

"What are you going to do?" he was poisoned and his face was as gloomy as water. "He's just an insignificant person? You don't know him. Do you still want to avenge him?"

"Blood debt..." Lu Qingshan's cold voice sounded, "of course, blood compensation!"

The ascetic monk whose name he doesn't know is just a little monk who practices Qi refining. He would rather die than tell his whereabouts for him he doesn't know.

As a sword monk, as a monk in Yuanying period, isn't it natural for him to avenge the ascetic monk?

Boom! Boom!

Two voices burst out one after another. Next to the red sword light, another green sword light rushed out.

Two flying swords, red and green, swept at the sand bandits who were poisoned and led by him.

Holding the peach blossom with the intention of killing the sword, it is like a wolf into the sheep. It wanders among the sand bandits who do not have the cultivation of golden elixir and harvests quickly.

"Poisoned adult, help!" the sand bandits were panicked when they felt the terror and fierce killing from the peach blossom.

As soon as the voice fell, the green peach blossom ran through the body of the sand bandit who asked for help.

There is no room for struggle.

The other sand bandit friars looked desperate.

The strength gap is too big!

They are all people who kill without blinking an eye.

As the saying goes, there are no wet shoes when they often walk by the river. They also expected the day when they fell, but they didn't expect to be cut like vegetables.

On the other side, the red dragon sparrow turned into a cold awn and went towards the body poison, like a raging thunder, which was unimaginable.

Poisoned, his heart moved, dark green light rose on his body surface, and countless runes appeared on his hand.

Facing Lu Qingshan's Dragon Finch, he waved his right palm to welcome it. The poisonous dark green poison gas curled up and jumped at the Dragon Finch, as if to pollute it.

Hiss, hiss, hiss!

The flame attached to the surface of the Dragon finch rose and burned all the dark green poison gas in an instant.

Boom!

The castrated dragon finch collided with his right hand full of runes.

The aftermath of terror spread in all directions, and the overflowing spiritual power and sword Qi formed a circle of ripples.

The rune around his poisoned palm was broken, and his body was shocked to fly back tens of feet.

When he fixed his body, he looked again and found that his right hand was blurred at this time.

"How could it be?" the poison flashed in his eyes and couldn't believe it.

He is a physical practitioner. The five poisons he practices are immortal. I dare not say that they are not bad compared with the Buddhist King Kong, but at least they are excellent forging skills. How can he be so miserable under the attack of repairing a flying sword in front of him?

Lu Qingshan was calm.

Silence penetrates the artistic conception, even if it is the defense of physical cultivation.

"Do you really want the fish to die and the net to break?" he stared at Lu Qingshan with poison and gnashed his teeth.

"You're just a fish under the sword. How can you break the net?" Lu Qingshan's words full of killing opportunities made him as poisonous as falling into an ice cave.

The sound hasn't disappeared yet.

WOW!

The Dragon sparrow hovered and rowed across the sky again.

The speed is so fast that you can't see the shadow of the sword clearly. You can only see a hot red light.

This sword, Lu Qingshan used the immortal true meaning to evolve the killing sword meaning.

Under such a double blessing, the Dragon finch's speed at this time has reached an amazing 60 times the speed of sound.

Hundreds of feet away, just a moment.

"No...!" he felt the deadly threat, his heart was cold, his whole body worked hard, the dark green light was full, and the runes surrounded his body like stars.

Boom!

A cold awn on the Dragon finch suddenly burst out at this time.

The mighty sword turned into a frost line, broke the poisonous rune, lost the dark green light, and finally entered from the Dantian position in his abdomen.

Poisoned, he looked down at the huge wound on his abdomen, and the blood sprayed out of that ferocious wound.

But what's more, the sword smashed his Yuanying.

He looked up at Lu Qingshan in the distance and opened his mouth. Finally, his eyes were dim before his words were exported.

Then, the poisoned body fell straight from the high altitude.

Lu Qingshan's heart was cold and fierce. The poisoned body death did not calm the killing intention in his heart.

The Dragon finch circled in the air and flew towards the sand bandits on the other side.

Two life swords, dragon sparrow and peach blossom, are flying.

Whether they are begging for mercy or sand bandit friars who use their escape skills, they are caught up and run through by peach blossoms and dragon finches.

In front of the flying sword of sword repair, few people can escape.

Without it, the flying sword of the inner sword is one of the fastest spells in the same level.

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After killing all the sand bandits, Lu Qingshan put away the storage rings of these sand bandits.

Although these sand bandits are all physical cultivation, they are engaged in road robbery after all. They are barely rich.

Hoo.

Lu Qingshan turned over the map purchased from dongque city.

Since he entered the Mogao desert, he has not contacted any friars except entering the East sparrow city and asking the ascetic monk for directions.

How did the sand bandits stare at him and accurately track down his position in the vast desert?

At this point, he could not understand where the problem lay.

Lu Qingshan's divine knowledge was released. After inspecting the map three or four times, he finally found a slightly inaudible aura at the thunder sign pointed by the white haired old Xiu's finger.

This aura is very hidden. Even if he went to look for it, he found it after a long patrol. It's no wonder he didn't find it before.

The spiritual power works slightly, and the instant is to crush the spiritual light.

Lu Qingshan meditated for a moment and finally made a decision.

He was in a vertical shape and rose again to resist the sword.

But this time he is not going in the direction of giant bear city.

It's the East bird city when I came.

..........

Lao Xiu, named Huang Zhong, was counting something in front of the counter of the East bird shop, but he was wandering outside the sky.

"The young monk was generous and must be a fat sheep..." Huang Zhong played with some rosary beads in his hand and muttered: "after he was poisoned, the share will be recorded in the account... With this money, you can buy some body quenching pills to impact the sixth refining..."

He is a Jindan old Xiu of the East sparrow tribe. He is in charge of the East sparrow tool shop. He looks rich in oil and water.

However, as mentioned earlier, there are many body repairs in Ximo, and the demand for magic tools is very low. In fact, he doesn't have much business all year round. Why can he make money?

On the contrary, another Jindan friar in the tribe, who is similar to his cultivation, is in charge of the East Quedan Pavilion. The oil and water is rich, which makes him jealous.

Until a few years ago, someone from the sand bandits came to him to discuss the business of partner poaching with him. He was responsible for providing monk information, and the sand bandits were responsible for intercepting and killing monks. After the success, he could get a 10% share.

Since then, it has gradually bulged in his bag.

"Fat sheep, fat sheep, when can we find another fat sheep?" Huang Zhong thought and looked forward to it.

Speak of the devil and he will come.

But with Cao Cao, there was also a flying sword.

It was a bright red awn. As soon as it was issued, it was as bright as the sun.

The sword Qi on the sword was like a dragon and a Phoenix. It fell from the sky and exploded into the East sparrow ware shop with the flying sword.

Like a famous sword in its sheath.

The bright sword awn, like a fairy caressing the top, enters from the spirit in the yellow, and then blooms.

A blood mist burst out.

Huang Zhong didn't even let out a cry.

Outside dongque City, Lu Qingshan, dressed in black, stood in the air and looked coldly at the city.

People are still outside the city.

But the sword has entered the city.