Chapter 949

When Yi Heng heard their names, he didn't wait any longer.

When he moved, he was already standing in the hall.

With his hands on his back, he faced the empty seat directly ahead.

In my mind, a middle-aged monk wearing a Lun scarf, a Confucian uniform and a feather fan in his right hand was sitting in an empty seat.

Smile and look like a kind businessman.

Shaking the feather fan, he smiled and said, "Yi Daoyou, Gou has been waiting for you for a long time. Now the gravel sand city and the Gou family pills all over the mainland are yours..."

"Who is Tao you?"

He was awakened by a cry in the hall.

There is no one above the empty seat directly ahead.

Hook Youwei, hook Daoyou, can't defeat the vicissitudes of time after all!

He sighed in his heart, raised his feet and stood in front of the empty seat in an instant.

Turn around and sit down.

In addition to the 14 monks in the Gou family, six more monks are added below.

Three directions, two friars in each direction.

His slightly lazy eyes swept by, and everyone's accomplishments were covered.

The two middle-aged friars of the Gou family, in the early stage of practicing emptiness, the rest are all about turning the gods.

With such strength, it is certain to become a medium-sized family two thousand years ago.

But now, you can't even protect yourself.

Because the monks from three directions are in the later stage of refining emptiness.

In the later stage of six refining emptiness, any party can kill the whole family, and it doesn't take much time.

But with him here at this time, the outcome is naturally completely opposite.

His eyes swept over the monk who had just screamed.

All dressed in Yuebai Taoist clothes, it looks like a Confucian scholar.

This must be from Shifang Academy.

Other monks also reacted in an instant and stepped back one after another, with a look of shock on their faces.

"What are you doing here?"

"Do you want a share?"

Later monks from the other two directions blurted out one after another.

But as soon as he spoke, he immediately stopped.

The man's face is not clear, and they can't detect it.

Yi Heng thought that the Shifang academy sent only a few lianxu ancestors to kill all the city masters who occupied the mountain.

The blood rain floating in the air fell into the dust three days later.

After two thousand years, this blood rain will appear again.

He turned to the middle-aged monk of the Gou family and said, "Gou Siyi? Gou Siheng?"

The doubts in the eyes of the two middle-aged friars gradually dispersed, looked at each other, bowed and said, "it's me!"

"Hook Youwei, hook Daoyou?"

"Is that you?"

Yi Heng has a glimmer of hope in his eyes. Although the hope is slim, he still needs to ask clearly after all.

But without waiting for the two to answer, the monk of Shifang Academy in Yuebai Taoist costume suddenly interrupted.

He picked the corner of his mouth, swept his eyes and sent out a faint "en!"

"You, you, you..."

"Meng Daoyou, your accomplishments have improved rapidly!"

As soon as the monk in Yuebai Confucian costume retreated word by word, he had withdrawn from the hall while breathing.

When he was about to turn around and escape, Yi Heng called out his surname.

This person is Meng Shengsheng of Shifang Academy.

He was promoted to the later stage of Jindan in Shifang Academy. After going down the mountain, he happened to be teaching his disciples. Without asking, he was attacked by magic.

Fortunately, with the mysterious skill of the word "heaven and earth", he not only supported, but even fought back with one or two moves to break the man's hair.

At that time, this person was in the middle of Yuanying.

"You, you remember..."

"Why can't you remember? When will the sword light and sword shadow stop? Isn't it?"

Yi Heng gave a low smile.

Meng Shengsheng's originally pale face suddenly became a burst of green and red, his heart crossed, and said in an evil voice, "Meng doesn't believe it! Mountain, now!"

I saw him holding his right hand falsely, and a tiny pen appeared on his hand in an instant.

A messy word "mountain" was shot into the hall.

Other people didn't think that the two talents were wrong. They started in an instant. When the color below was dull, they looked at a hill that was shot in.

Yi Heng picked at the corner of his mouth and didn't care.

The power of the "mountain" driven by the later stage of refining emptiness is naturally dozens of times greater than that of Yuanying.

But at this time, his strength is more than dozens of times higher than that of that year?

The people watched the three foot hill and came to Yi Heng's chest in an instant.

But he didn't seem to know, and there was no sign of blocking and dodging.

"Poof!"

With a light sound, Yi Heng's clothes on his chest showed a wrinkle.

That's it.

The hill seemed to disappear out of thin air.

Dull.

Twenty friars were motionless and dull faced.

The six friars in the later stage of refining emptiness, in addition to their dull faces, also had an unbelievable color in their eyes.

Mahayana friars naturally have countless ways to resolve this attack, but no one can use this way.

Yi Heng stretched out his right hand and gently wiped his index finger on his chest, as if to smooth the wrinkles of his chest Taoist clothes.

"40% of the anti method blood essence effect is still very obvious!" He said to himself.

This is exactly the result of Li's grandfather's anti Dharma blood essence refined by him.

All spells that hit him can resist 40% of the power. Coupled with the eight layer body refining formula, this powerful spell is not even qualified to scratch him.

"Meng Daoyou, take my blow, it's life or death. It depends on your nature!" His lazy eyes suddenly sent out fine light, and his right hand slipped down his chest. The word "dry" in his palm flashed away.

"It's really you!"

Meng Shengsheng screamed and felt that he stood upside down with sweat all over his body.

He didn't dare to hesitate. His mana was running without life. At the same time, his right hand dashed in the air.

"Dun, dun, dun..."

In a flash, the eight words "escape" disappeared.

Meng's whole life was like practicing seclusion. The eight words "escape" were integrated into his body, and the whole person was blurred in an instant.

Yi Heng's eyes return to laziness.

The crowd only heard a "puff", and a blood shot out of the void in an instant.

Then a figure fell to the ground.

The crowd looked intently and saw that the moon white Taoist clothes were dyed bright red.

Meng Shengsheng covered his chest with his right hand, and blood was still shooting out from his fingers.

The palm of the right hand is too big to cover the hole in the chest.

He stared at Yi Heng.

But there was no hatred in his eyes.

He seemed to know that if he wanted to kill him, I'm afraid he wouldn't even shed blood just now.

"Help me, go..."

Another month later, the white Taoist friar reacted at this time. He didn't forget to bow to Yi Heng. As soon as he flashed, he held Meng for a lifetime and disappeared outside the hall.

Quiet.

The whole hall has only breathless oppression.

The four later monks of the southeast continent and lihuoshengzong looked at each other.

"Break your arm and get out!"

After thousands of killings, Yi Heng was not interested in killing friars in the period of refining emptiness for a long time. Naturally, it was difficult to kill them.

Without hesitation, the four people palmed their right hand and waved it down to their left arm.

"Puff, puff, puff!"

Four times in a row, the four left arms were shoulder length and broken, and placed neatly on the ground.

He didn't dare to stop the blood immediately, so he poured four blood injections into the hall.

The four covered their left arms with their right hands and bowed back.

After exiting the hall, he flew away in an instant.

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