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In the ruins of the stone forest.

Monk Fatian has been hiding here for many days.

The little Arhat with a pole was lying next to him, looking haggard and dying.

He was covered in scars, and there were white corpse hairs crawling around the wounds. This corpse hair was very terrifying, cold and full of activity, constantly devouring life.

The little Arhat with a pole was already at the end of his life, but now he is dying.

"Master, my disciple is dying, cough cough," Little Arhat said weakly, looking at the gray sky with a dull look, "After my disciple passes away, please ask my master to take my disciple's bones back to Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple and bury them in the .Bury.Wow wow wow."

There was another violent cough, and his chest hissed like a punching bag.

He vomited loudly in his mouth, but spit out a spit of black blood. In the black blood, there were white corpse hairs squirming, like countless white worms, terrifying and terrifying.

Monk Fatian hurriedly passed through a stream of energy and endured his sadness and said: "Stop talking, little pole. Master understands. I will take your bones back and bury them in the relic pagoda of Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple."

As soon as he finished speaking, Xiao Zhanzi's eyes suddenly widened, he grabbed Monk Fatian's hand tightly and said:

"No, Master, don't bury the disciple in the stupa. The disciple doesn't want to be alone after death."

"Please, Master, bury this disciple under Master Miaoyu's bed in Wangyou Hall!"

Monk Fatian's eyes widened.

Xiao Zhanzi said with a serious look on his face: "Monks don't lie, monks are the most honest."

"Before I came to Luangu Ruins, I promised Master Miaoyu that I would make achievements for her. But now that I have passed away early, I have to make achievements for her."

"Bury the disciple under Master Miaoyu's bed. The disciple will work hard for her even if he is a ghost. I beg the master to help me!"

He struggled and kowtowed.

Monk Fatian was moved when he heard this and nodded: "Don't worry, little pole, I will help you realize your wish."

His tone was cold and a little sad.

I took the opportunity to brush my sleeves and glanced at my arms. I saw white corpse hairs crawling on the arms inside the sleeves. They were densely packed and much scarier than the Arhat with a small pole.

But his strength was profound, and he suppressed it without leaking, and the little pole didn't notice it.

"Master, fortunately you are not contaminated with this corpse hair. This thing is too evil. When you encounter that ancient evil corpse in the future, you must avoid it."

Xiao Zhanzi said weakly, with a look of fear in his eyes.

The two went to the depths of the ancient ruins to search for the divine liquid of rebirth for Li Ye. Unexpectedly, there was an ancient evil corpse there.

Half of his body is white hair, half of his body is red hair. His body is as strong as iron. He is not afraid of all magic powers and can seriously injure them with just one blow.

Even Master Fahai's Tathagata Palm cannot destroy the opponent.

The two ran away in panic.

Later, he was chased by two monsters with thunder and lightning tribulations on their heads. He survived with the help of the evil eyes, but in recent days, white hair has grown on the place where he was hit by the ancient evil corpse.

This white hair is exactly the same as that on the ancient evil corpse, and it is constantly devouring their vitality and vitality.

Monk Fatian said solemnly: "There must have been changes in the ancient ruins that we don't know about. In addition to the masters of the Shura clan, there are also abnormal changes happening deep in the ruins."

"Senior Brother Fahai's magic eye is missing. I don't know what happened to it."

He was worried.

at this time.

On the other side of the mountain, there was a violent roar and a terrifying roar in the distance.

Then, the quasi-emperor's Qi broke out, and it seemed that there were masters fighting in a decisive battle. The fight was so fierce that a large part of the sky collapsed.

The fight broke out suddenly but was over quickly.

Monk Fatian stared into the distance with bright eyes, and was surprised to find that the two monsters with lightning bolts seemed to be fleeing away.

"A master has arrived from Luangu Ruins!"

Monk Fatian was excited.

The chaos in the ancient ruins has been going on for so long, and people from all the major forces have fallen into it. It is inevitable that some powerful experts will be alerted to come here to investigate.

Now that there is such a big movement, a very powerful person must have arrived.

The battle ended, and then many people were heard shouting excitedly that the seal at the entrance was broken, and they were all rushing outside.

Monk Fatian was overjoyed: "Quick, little pole, let's go!"

They were seriously injured and should not stay here for long.

Monk Fatian grabbed Xiao Zhi's shoulder and was about to take him away, but in the distance, several figures came with hazy divine light, their eyes as bright as a magic lamp, scanning the sky and the earth.

"The quasi-emperor of the Shura clan, huh? And there are two old guys from the Three-Eyed Saint clan!"

Monk Fatian felt a chill in his heart.

If he was not injured, he would naturally have nothing to fear from the opponent, but now his injuries were serious, especially after being injured by the ancient evil corpse. The corpse hair on his body continued to swallow up his vitality and vitality, greatly reducing his strength.

He hurriedly used the concealment technique and the small pole to hide himself.

In the ruins of the stone forest.

The two quasi-emperors of the Shura clan and the two saint ancestors of the Three-Eyed Saint clan were searching everywhere, full of evil spirits.

"We must find Li Changshui!"

"Back then, he was just a Snow Wing with mediocre talent, but suddenly he rose to become a quasi-emperor. We have always been very puzzled. It turns out that he got a finger from the ancient emperor."

"The finger of the ancient emperor contains the secret of becoming an emperor. We must get it, right? The old bald donkey from Wanfo Temple is here. Bai Suniang asked us to snipe with her. Let's go, kill the bald donkey first, and then find Li Changshui. "

Several people said and left quickly.

Ruin corner.

The little pole Arhat excitedly transmitted the message: "Master, is Master Fahai here?"

Monk Fatian smiled and nodded: "It must be Brother Fahai's fault. They want to ambush Brother Fahai. You just wait here while the poor monk goes to rescue him."

Monk Fatian's expression changed and he hurried away anxiously.

Deep in the mountains and swamps.

Hao Dacheng took Li Ye to search for the monks of Wanfo Temple, but did not find a living person, only some mutilated corpses. The black-robed sword servant and the Seventh Princess led hundreds of Saint King experts to search around, but found nothing.

Li Ye sat cross-legged on the Black Lotus Magic Table and felt it carefully.

However, the Luangu ruins are special, the laws of Qi are chaotic, and the perception is greatly restricted, so they have no choice but to call out the magic eye.

But the Magic Eye's response was vague.

And it comes from the very depths of the ancient ruins.

"Let this guy rescue Monk Fatian, how did he get there? Could it be that Monk Fatian was trapped deep in the ancient ruins?" Li Ye frowned.

Instinctively, he felt that the Qi in the depths of the Luangu ruins was chaotic, the laws were abnormal, and it was extremely dangerous.

Hesitating.

Suddenly, a figure shook in the distance.

The black-robed sword servant and the seventh princess immediately discovered the enemy and shouted: "Alert!"

The fight sounded.

It was the masters of the Shura clan who came, as well as the clan members of the Three-Eyed Saint clan. They fluttered their wings and flew past with overwhelming aura of killing. They fought with the black-robed sword servant, the Seventh Princess and others.

"Heipao, you are from the Shura clan, how dare you rebel?"

"It's a joke, I only have one master, and that is Master Fahai of Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple, kill—!"

There were loud screams all around.

The black-robed sword servants and others were masters selected by Li Ye for training. They were so powerful that they killed the masters of the Shura tribe and the three-eyed saint tribe around them.

"Hmph! Traitor, die -"

In the void, a woman's voice rang out. She raised her hand to crush the black-robed sword servant and the others with one finger, and at the same time grabbed the seventh princess with her other hand.

She is a beautiful woman in white.

Bai Su Niang.

She is also the mother of the seventh princess.

"Xiao Qi, follow me!"

A majestic voice sounded.

The seventh princess quickly ran away from Li Ye, and at the same time replied shyly: "Mother, I'm sorry, I can't live without him anymore!"

"Xiao Qi, you... Damn the Spirit Control Technique, you really encountered a backlash!"

"No, mother, this man is different from other men. He has extraordinary temperament, unparalleled qualifications, many postures, and the art of amalgamation far exceeds that of any Shura!" the seventh princess said with a blushing face.

She looked at the beautiful woman suspended in the void with a look of longing on her face.

"Mom, my father has been dead for many years. You are lonely and sleepless. You spend every night alone to relieve your loneliness. Don't look at me like this. I have seen some women's things in your room, so , why don’t you come with me to accompany this man, he will definitely make you happy, he has many postures, let’s do it together.”

She won't stop talking without saying anything surprising.

The beautiful woman in white's chest heaved with anger, and she shouted angrily: "Shut up! Shameless! If I don't have a daughter like you, I'll die——"

Her eyes were red, and her heart was filled with grief. Her daughter was backlashed by the Soul Control Technique and became a complete sex slave. There was no way back. For the sake of the Shura clan and to wash away the shame, she had no choice but to kill her.

But far away.

Li Ye suddenly looked over, his eyes sparkling: "Amitabha, you dare to be arrogant in front of this poor monk, the female donor is a little arrogant!"

"Dawei Tianlong!"

Li Ye struck out with one palm.

"Yan!"

In the palm of the hand, two golden divine dragons roared out with their heads and tails swaying. They were tens of thousands of meters long. Their pressure shattered the sky, and they rushed towards the beautiful woman in white.

Just like the real dragon resurrected in ancient times, its aura is extremely terrifying.

The beautiful woman in white was shocked.

She sensed the crisis and ignored the killing of the Seventh Princess and the black-robed swordsman. She quickly counterattacked. She raised her hand slightly and used the Shura clan's secret technique, forming a huge vortex in front of her.

however.

Two golden divine dragons crushed each other, and the vortex in the void was annihilated.

The beautiful woman in white screamed, blood dripping from the sky.

"Baby, come to the arms of the poor monk!"

Li Ye pushed with his palm, and like a spring arm, it rumbled for thousands of miles and grabbed the head of the beautiful woman in white.

"Bald donkey, looking for death——"

In the void, the light and shadow were hazy, and several figures suddenly appeared, carrying majestic quasi-emperor energy, and the terrifying sword light fell on Li Ye's arm to rescue the beautiful woman in white.

"ding ding dong"

It was like the sound of iron being struck, but it was deafening.

The void collapsed and was annihilated.

Li Ye's arm shook, all the sword light shattered, and his arm was retracted intact.

In the void, several figures appeared in their true forms. They were the two saint ancestors of the Three-Eyed Saint Clan and the two quasi-emperors of the Shura Clan. The beautiful woman in white gasped for breath and stood behind the four people with a look of fear and blood on her face.

The four of them looked at Li Ye with solemn eyes.

Especially the two saint ancestors of the Three-Eyed Saint Clan stared at Li Ye looking up and down with expressions of surprise and uncertainty.

"Are you the remnant of Li Changshui from the Tang Dynasty?"

Li Ye held the Buddha's gift in his hand and said with a bright smile: "Amitabha, the donor has recognized the wrong person. The poor monk Fahai, today the mighty dragon, holds the Buddha's kingdom in his palm. With the palm of the Tathagata, kill -!"

Just as he was talking, all the fierce killing moves suddenly burst out. (End of chapter)