Chapter 462： Bixiaozong

It's just that the scene of flying flesh and blood was not as expected by the two of them. The white-robed monk still turned his back to the two of them, as if he didn't realize it, and his body was even more straight, without shaking a bit.

He suddenly turned his head around, a sneer rose from the corner of his mouth, and he said coldly, "Yu has been cooperating with two fellow Taoists for so long, isn't it a bit unkind to do so?"

The vicious man and the dove-faced old man were stunned.

Although I don't know what method this fellow Daoist Yu, who has been with them for several years, used in the end, but the two of them were easily followed by this person after a single blow with all their strength, and everyone knew that something was wrong.

"Let's go." The big man shouted loudly, and immediately pulled away and retreated.

The dove-faced old man didn't wait for the big man to say a word, he was already one step ahead of the big man.

Without saying a word, the old man raised his hand and threw out a piece of gray light, which turned into an extremely dense black giant net, which seemed to be shining with stars all over the sky, and it looked extremely spiritual.

The net opened instantly, heading towards the white-robed monk, but the old man didn't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, he even covered the big man in together, and then the old man didn't hesitate at all, turned into a long rainbow, Breaking through the blinding phantom array that had been placed around the three of them, he hurriedly fled to the distance.

The heart of the dove-faced old man was like a beating drum, his face was red, and he was not at ease. "Bang bang bang" hit his heart three times in a row, spewing out three mouthfuls of blood in a row, and suddenly turned into a cloud of blood mist to completely envelop himself. The line speed suddenly increased a lot.

"Chen Zitao, you..." The big man roared angrily, but the old man turned into a ball of extremely strange red light and frantically fled away.

The big man saw the old man using the blood shadow escape, his expression was awe-inspiring, his scolding stopped abruptly, and then he roared, and a gloomy thick-backed sword appeared in his hand, his muscles suddenly swelled, glowing black, and his figure became even bigger. It was raised by three points at once, like a stone giant. He slashed forward with the knife, slashing out a black sword light that was several feet long, and even made a gap that was several feet long in this rather impressive spirit net, and then he right-handed With one foot on the ground, he passed through the net in a hurry, and suddenly fled into the air.

"If I ask, you two, Daoyou Cai and Daoyou Chen, left without answering. Don't you think Yu is too disrespectful?" There was a red light, and there were dozens of black shadows swaying inside, and there was the sound of laughing silver bells, as if there were many children playing.

With the friar in white robe lightly pointing, the black shadow in the red light turned into three and flew towards different directions. Among them, a group of red light with five or six black shadows was heading towards the direction where the dove-faced old man was escaping, and disappeared in the blink of an eye, and the escaping speed was extremely fast. And the other two groups of red lights flew towards the Linghumen and Zhang Shiping respectively.

Then the white-robed monk flickered and easily got rid of the giant gray net covering his head, and appeared a hundred feet away, just in front of the big man. He looked at the big man calmly, stretched out one hand, and looked around the big man The magic weapon for protecting the body was like nothing, and grabbed the blade in the big man's hand.

The big man felt a huge force coming, as if his arm was about to be torn off, so he had no choice but to let go. Seeing that the two are so close to each other, and the white-robed cultivator has no body-protecting aura around him, and no defensive magic weapon, the big man's eyes were faintly happy, and he opened his mouth to spit out a black gas, which smelled abnormal, and then immediately kicked the white-robed monk. The monk lowered his body and kicked away.

Even if Cai Dahu, who was originally a street rogue, became a Golden Core cultivator, he would not be ambiguous in using such insidious tricks. It's just that with the improvement of monks' cultivation base and means, they are not used as frequently as before.

A trace of disgust flashed in the eyes of the white-robed monk. Looking at the big man surnamed Cai as if he was a mass of filth, he flashed sideways, waved his hands and raised a cloud of red aura. It fell down and hit a gray-brown rock several feet long and wide, and there was a dull groan of pain.

The surface of the gray-brown rock was slightly inclined. After hitting the rock, the big man turned over a few times feebly, leaving a few bloodstains on the stone surface, and finally rolled down and was caught between the cracks in the rock.

The big man was about a hundred feet high from the ground before, and he didn't have magic power to protect his body. Even a monk at the Jindan stage who had accomplished body training was seriously injured in such a fall.

The white-robed monk fell lightly onto the rock, without even looking at the Cai surnamed monk between the rocks, he looked at an empty place, and said jokingly: "Shimeng, you can watch the play as well." That's enough, let's talk, why did you come to me for something urgent, and you didn't hesitate to use the Biling Blood Talisman?"

A female nun dressed in splendid Chinese clothes no longer hid her tracks. She looked down at the white-clothed monk standing on the gray stone, and rubbed her temples with some headaches. There were about a dozen black shadows, obviously released by the white-robed monk just now, but this number was less than the number released by the white-robed monk.

This female cultivator is one of the five major sects in Nanzhou, the master Shimeng who has reached the ninth level of Yuanying in Bixiaozong.

These five sects occupy the long coastal sealine of Nanzhou, from the northernmost point down to the southernmost point, they are Shuiyueyuan, Xuanming Palace, Bixiaozong, Xuanyuanzong, Misty Valley. Among them, the offshore area under the jurisdiction of Shuiyueyuan and Xuanming Palace is called the North Sea, while Bixiaozong and Xuanyuanzong are located in the South Sea. The thing about clan wars is nothing more than dispatching disciples to experience and practice.

"You have been out for hundreds of years without any news. How could I know that you happened to be here in the South China Sea. Where have you been all these years?" Great monk Shimeng said through gritted teeth. After finishing speaking, she floated to the side of the monk in white and released the black shadow that had been captured.

A few giggles came from the black figure, who was rolled up by the white-robed cultivator and put into his sleeve. He frowned and said impatiently, "What a disappointment!"

"You are still so self-willed. You can play whatever you want with those two casual cultivators, but the two juniors of Xuanyuanzong and Linghumen, you don't want to move. We five Yuanying monks made a joint agreement and swore not to Attack those juniors for no reason." Brother Shimeng said with some displeasure.

"It's nothing more than a backlash from the demons of the mind. What is there to worry about? If the demons of the mind are really so efficacious, then the world of cultivating immortals would have been peaceful. Every time before the opening of the Nanfa Temple, who is not in groups , but I don’t know how many people were secretly attacked by fellow daoists. In the past two thousand years, you have intercepted and killed several fellow daoists just by senior sister, and the same is true for others. What’s the use of the heart demon oath?” After the monk heard what Shi Meng said, his face was full of indifference.

"If other fellow Taoists find out that you are bullying the small, it will be bad." Master Shimeng persuaded him politely.

While the two of them were talking, the dove-faced old man who had fled earlier flew back with a dejected expression on his face. There were several black shadows around him tightly wrapping him around. Looking at the white-robed monk on the island, his eyes were full of Terrified, but like a puppet on a string, he kept flying towards the deserted island.

"Okay, let's not talk about this anymore, let's talk, what's the matter." Yu Dan rubbed his ears, with a trace of helplessness.