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"This person is so domineering!"
Hao Siyun stared at the white boy in the distance with a look of anger.
She didn't know that Bai Tongzi had also taken action against them. If she knew, she would be even more angry.
Yangmei dined her head and couldn't help but say, "Yeah, sister Siyun, maybe the monk is like this..."
Hao Siyun curled his lips, "There are a lot of monks in Lingyu City, but they all follow the rules. I have never seen anything like this."
Yangmei whispered, "The city is different from here."
Compared with the two, Zhou Shu is much more indifferent, "He won't be overbearing for long, let's go."
"what?"
Hao Siyun was stunned, "Have you watched them open the tomb?"
"They can't open it."
Zhou Shu shook his head, leading the treasure ship to fly up, "Leave a distance first."
Hao Siyun was slightly at a loss, Yangmei thoughtfully.
Not long after, a figure suddenly appeared in the beam of light, standing in front of the crack in the mountain. No one found out how he came. When he was aware of it, he was already standing there.
That was a middle-aged monk with an unusually tall body. He was dressed in an ordinary blue shirt. Only a small sword was tattooed on the edge of the shirt. The small sword was also blue. If you didn't look at it specially, you would never see it.
He stood there leisurely, facing the crack, no spiritual pressure appeared, just like a mortal.
The monks who were about to take the shot were all stunned, especially the white boy, his face suddenly white, but he really looked like a white boy.
He took a closer look, and his face turned paler, "Zunjia is... the senior of Tianjianmen?"
Being able to penetrate the beam of light so easily, as if nothing was left of the spirit of evil spirits, only a monk in the realm of transformation could do it.
The middle-aged monk didn't answer, nor turned his head. He squatted down, his squinted eyes swept through the cracks, showing a hint of surprise, and he said with joy, "Haha, I'm here alone, interesting and interesting. "
The monk outside the beam of light looked startled and fell into a sluggishness, not knowing what to say.
This middle-aged monk obviously didn't take them in his eyes, but they were helpless, just like the previous Golden Core Cultivators.
After a while, Bai Tongzi calmed his mind, "Senior, we have been here for a long time. As a great monk of the Heavenly Sword Gate, do you also care about such ancient tombs? Isn't it a bit bad for Seniors to do this? A big sect like the Heavenly Sword Sect will definitely not **** something from the junior..."
"Yeah, there are countless secret realms in the Heavenly Sword Gate, don't you care about this ancient tomb?"
The cultivators couldn't help but talk about the truth, but they sounded more like begging.
The middle-aged monk suddenly turned his head, his eyes flashed, "Hey, Fairy Lingyin, I wonder if you are also interested in Fuji Yu?"
Bai Tongzi and others didn't know what they were saying, and couldn't help but look at each other, "Senior, who is Lingyin Fairy among us?"
The middle-aged monk's eyes were cold, and the pressure came, and the four fields were cold as winter. Bai Tongzi and the others quickly shut their mouths. Some people thought of something, their stature was shocked, and they quickly looked behind them.
Not far away, a female sister walked slowly.
She is dressed in a cloud yarn silk dress, her eyebrows are exquisite and picturesque, and her skin is crystal clear like jade. She has a holy breath all over her body, like a turbid lotus. The white clothes can cover her feet, rushing, falling with her steps, her feet scattered. There are waves of ripples, like ripples coming out of water, which are quite strange.
It is not bad to say that it is a fairy, and it is difficult for a fairy to have such a posture.
As if passing through the crowd, the female nun walked straight into the beam of light, stopped not far from the crack, opened her lips, and said calmly, "If you can come, I can't come?"
She had a cold expression, without any expressions, but her words were very tactful, like a piano like a serpent, like a spirit of heavenly music, and some monks beside her felt a little dumbfounded.
"Haha, Daoist Yuan is coming, of course I can't control it, it's just strange."
The middle-aged monk laughed, "Fairy Lingyin hasn't been out of Cihang Mountain for a long time. Once out of the mountain, he is his true body. It's fate that I can meet, haha.
Yuan Lingyin said faintly, "Laughing Taoist, can't you be a clone?"
"Haha, haha, haha!"
The middle-aged monk stood up and laughed loudly. The laughter was so rough that the bodies of the surrounding monks were numb, almost unable to control their minds.
Zhou Shu in the distance couldn't help but shook, and quickly calmed his mind to fight the laughter.
He felt that there was no pressure such as divine consciousness in the laughter, but there were countless fragments of sword intent, and that sword intent was sharper than the previous divine attack.
Sword intent in the smile is also incredible.
But I also feel that laughter doesn't mean much hurting people, it's more just a shock, and only those who can hear laughter will be shocked, and those who haven't heard it, such as Yang Mei and Hao Siyun, feel nothing.
Send and receive with one heart.
In fact, when it comes to the Transcendent God Realm, cultivators rarely hurt people without reason, especially juniors, so as not to cause dissatisfaction with the Heavenly Dao. The higher the cultivation level, the closer to the Heavenly Dao, the more they understand these principles.
"Brother Shu, what are they talking about?"
Hao Siyun turned his head to look at Zhou Shu and asked suspiciously, while Yang Mei also looked at Zhou Shu, just as curious.
Zhou Shu led away from the treasure ship. At this moment, they were far away from the beam of light. Only Zhou Shu could fully perceive the situation there, but the two of them could only see but could not hear.
"Two cultivators from the Transcendent Realm came out, and they will also enter the ancient tomb. One is from Tianjianmen, named Changxiao Taoist and the other is from Cihangshan, named Lingyin Fairy, whose surname is Yuan."
Zhou Shu explained two sentences.
Just as he expected, there must be someone else who will take action. Bai Tongzi and the others want to get the tomb, just like those Golden Core Cultivators, it is not realistic.
"Ah, the cultivator of the Transcendent God Realm is here too, is that the fairy?"
Hao Siyun stayed for a while, and quickly clapped his hands again, "Hey, that said, that white boy is going to be driven away, so happy!"
Zhou Shu smiled, "Not necessarily, those big monks will probably not drive people."
The cultivators in the Yuan Ying state drove people because they were worried that the golden core cultivators would take the opportunity to enter the ancient tomb and cause obstacles, which would be more or less trouble. But the cultivators in the gods of the gods did not have such worries.
Yang Mei blinked and said thoughtfully, "Brother, the great monk is called Yuan Lingyin, from Cihang Mountain, does she have anything to do with our patriarch Yuan Heyin?"
"what?"
Zhou Shu was startled slightly, and soon remembered something, "It may be really related, the ancestor Yuanheyin also went to Cihangzong... Speaking of the imaginary image in your lotus sound bracelet, it is somewhat similar to the fairy Lingyin. similar."
He stared at the Yuan Lingyin, wanting to distinguish it again.
But before he had time to look more, there was already a figure in front of him, it was the Yuan Lingyin.
"what?"
Several people were a little sluggish, they were still in the beam of light just now, and they were in the treasure ship in the blink of an eye, and they completely ignored the formation and defense, and went straight to the front.
Zhou Shu calmed down, pulling the two of them to bow and salute, "Three of the juniors have seen Fairy Lingyin."
He could see clearly that the vowel sound in the light beam below was still there, so what was in front of him was only the primordial avatar, but even the avatar was definitely not something they could resist. (To be continued.)
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