Longevity

Seeing them like this, Xu Qingluo smiled and said, "If that's the case, let's try their skills."

"We fight side by side!" Monk Haiming said solemnly.

Let them leave Xu Qingluo and the others behind and turn around and flee back to Fumo Temple.

They will feel that they are too weak, what is the use of practicing martial arts?

Zhou Yu said softly: "Master Haiming, Brother Fakong once said that the most important thing in walking in the martial arts is to keep your life first."

Monk Haiming looked at her for no apparent reason, and then quickly turned his eyes away, daring not to meet her Yingying eyes.

Xu Qingluo said, "It's my master."

Monk Haiming nodded.

Xu Qingluo shook her head.

It seems that they do not know the prestige of the master at all.

Zhou Yu said softly: "You must completely isolate yourself from interference when deciding whether to advance or retreat. Don't be influenced by feelings and self-doubts. The most arrogant and arrogant, and take yourself too seriously, you must run away when you see something bad, and you are timid. I am afraid that things are not scary, but I am afraid that I can’t bear to be timid and afraid of things.”

The six monks Haiming pondered.

Xu Qingluo gave them a glance and said, "If you don't suffer, you won't have a long memory. It's useless for you to say more, Uncle Zhou."

Zhou Yu nodded lightly.

If they knew the name of Senior Brother Fakong, they would consider it carefully, but if they didn't know Senior Brother Fakong's name, then they would ignore it, just listened to it, and didn't take it to heart.

She felt a pity, but didn't say much.

"Hehe..." In the sneer, sixteen middle-aged men fluttered down and surrounded Xu Qingluo and the others.

When the middle-aged Junyi stepped forward and stood with his hands behind his back, a faint sneer hung on Junyi's face: "Miss Xu, you can't escape this time."

Xu Qingluo said, "Do you know where this is?"

The middle-aged Junyi said lightly, "I don't need to know."

"It seems that I don't know." Xu Qingluo said: "Tell you, this is the site of Fumo Temple."

The middle-aged Junyi turned to look at his companion.

Their eyes flashed and they shook their heads lightly. Obviously, they had never heard of Fumo Temple. Dagan people didn't know about Fumo Temple, let alone Dayun.

Xu Qingluo chuckled: "Fumo Temple is not an ordinary temple. The martial arts power of the eminent monks in the temple is astonishing. It was a wise move for you to withdraw before. You could have escaped, but why did you come here to die?"

Junyi middle-aged coldly said: "No matter what Fumo Temple Fushen Temple is today, it can't save you!"

"What a big tone." Xu Qingluo dragged the time and winked at Haiming and the others.

Haiming was still very clever, and at this time, he didn't dare to look at Xu Qingluo, instead he kept staring at her, nervous and excited.

Seeing Xu Qingluo's wink, he even announced the Buddha's name: "Amitabha!"

This Buddha's name was spread out loudly.

"Shut up!" The middle-aged Junyi stopped drinking and stared at Haiming like electricity: "Little monk, don't court death!"

"Amitabha." Monk Haiming shrank in front of Xu Qingluo, restrained and shy, but in front of Junyi middle-aged, he was calm and magnanimous, and had no fear of his grand master's aura: "All benefactors, this is Fumo Temple!"

"What about the Fumo Temple!" The middle-aged Junyi said coldly: "If the Fumo Temple doesn't know the fun, it will kill you all together. It's too late to get out of here!"

"Amitabha!" Monk Haiming shouted, his voice even louder.

With so many great masters, six of them and four of Miss Xu, I am afraid they are not opponents, they still have to greet their masters.

Xu Qingluo smiled and said, "Master Ci'en has arrived. If you don't leave now, then don't think about leaving."

"Amitabha—!" The sound of the Buddha's trumpet like a bronze bell oscillated between the trees and roared in the ears of everyone.

Monk Ci'en had already appeared beside Xu Qingluo, looked at the middle-aged Junyi in awe, and said, "Everyone, go back."

"Monk, you still have to meddle in your business after all?" Junyi middle-aged coldly said.

Monk Ci'en said slowly, "I can't just stand by and watch Master Fakong's disciples get killed."

The middle-aged Junyi frowned and said, "I gave you face last time. This time, it's your turn to leave."

Monk Ci'en shook his head: "All donors, let's go, the poor monk doesn't want to kill here."

"Ha!" The middle-aged Junyi laughed.

He turned to look at the rest of the crowd.

The crowd also laughed.

They looked at Monk Ci'en jokingly, as if they were watching a joke, but they were actually amused by the tone of Monk Ci'en.

The monk's tone was too loud.

Seeing so many of their great masters, he didn't feel terrified, but instead he spoke like that. Isn't he crazy?

Junyi middle-aged waved his hand.

The two middle-aged men floated on the tree, swept away lightly, and had already arrived at the Fumo Temple to monitor the movement of the Fumo Temple.

The middle-aged Junyi didn't hear the signal from his companions, which meant that only Monk Ci En came alone.

Then there is nothing to worry about.

Xu Qingluo sighed: "Master, let's come first, if we really lose, it won't be too late for Master to shoot."

Monk Ci'en nodded lightly.

Xu Qingluo looked at the middle-aged Junyi: "Okay, don't be verbose, let's do it."

"Chuck!" The antique long sword hanging from her slender waist came out of its sheath, the sword was flawless, and the cold air overflowed, causing the surrounding temperature to drop suddenly.

Junyi's middle-aged eyes couldn't help but look over, his eyes flashed with greed.

He saw the extraordinaryness of this sword.

You Qi sensed that strange power was faintly flowing from the sword body.

As the great master of the Fascinating God Sect, he is particularly sensitive to spiritual power, and he has never discovered that the Divine Sword has spiritual power.

Xu Qingluo has strong mental strength and has been practicing with this sword, so unconsciously, the blade has wrapped a layer of spiritual power.

This was caused by a long period of immersion, and although it was absent, it was sensed by Junyi's middle-aged man.

Zhou Yu, Chu Ling, and Zhou Yang drew their swords at the same time.

The four of them stepped out and formed a sword formation. The improved and optimized Mote Sword Formation was activated.

The sword light is like a thousand pear blossoms.

"Kill!" Junyi stopped drinking in middle age.

Eight middle-aged men rushed towards Xu Qingluo and the other six, while the remaining six stared at Monks Ci En and Monks Hai Ming.

"Ding ding ding ding..." In the clear sound, muffled humming continued, and then fell to the ground one by one.

In the blink of an eye, the eight middle-aged men fell to the ground with their swords.

The middle-aged Junyi was staring at Monk Ci'en with his back to them. Hearing the muffled sound, he felt bad. He turned his head and found that his eight companions had already fallen to the ground.

Blood gushed out of their hearts, their eyes widened, and they looked incredulous.

Obviously they never expected it to end like this.

They always thought that Xu Qingluo and the four of them tried their best to escape because they knew they were invincible.

Therefore, the eight people shot and caught them.

But within a few tricks, he couldn't even see the sword's posture clearly, and the sword was inexplicably in his heart.

According to their physique and tyranny, even a sword in the heart can last for a period of time, thus revenge.

However, after the long sword pierced the center, a strange force penetrated into it at the same time, freezing to the bones, completely freezing their qi.

If the qi cannot move, it cannot stop the blood from gushing out, and it cannot extract vitality, and can only helplessly die.

"You..." The middle-aged Junyi was furious.

It was not only the anger of seeing the murder of his fellow sect, but also the anger of being deceived, and the raging flames in his heart drove him to stop drinking without hesitation: "Come on together!"

The rest of them rushed towards Xu Qingluo and the others.

"Ding ding ding ding..." In the clear voice, they all fell to the ground with their swords, including the handsome middle-aged man with a look of anger and confusion.

"Amitabha!" Monk Haiming and the others proclaimed the Buddha's name.

The scene in front of them gave them a strong impact.

I have been burying my head in the monastery, and I have never come down the mountain. I have never seen such a cruel situation.

Seeing Xu Qingluo shaking the long sword again, the sword's sharp body was restored to its splendor, no blood dripping, and it was put into the sheath.

She looked calm and calm, and said, "Thank you, Master."

Monk Ci'en looked at her with a complicated expression.

Xu Qingluo said with a smile: "Although the master didn't do anything, he restrained half of their power so that we could defeat them individually. Without the master, we would be in danger."

"Poor monks don't dare to take credit." Monk Ci'en sighed: "As expected, he is indeed a master disciple of Master Fakong."

It was the first time he had seen such an amazing swordsmanship, and such an amazing sword formation, which actually boosted his power several times.

The four of them formed a sword formation, and these people from the Fascinating God Sect couldn't help them at all, and they had to be chased and killed by them.

But they always thought they needed their help, and they never refused, even thanked them.

Xu Qingluo shook her head and said: "If there is no Master's shock, if they let go of their actions, we may not be able to win... Master, killing people here is really..."

She looked apologetic.

It was as if he felt like he had soiled the Pure Land here.

Monk Ci'en shook his head and smiled, glanced at the six young monks who were lost, and said, "Let Haiming and the others help clean up."

"Yes."

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After Monk Ci'en left, Monk Haiming and the other six originally wanted to leave, wanting to quickly escape from this land of Shura.

But Xu Qingluo called them over and told them how to deal with these corpses~www.readwn.com~, how to bury them, and search them carefully, not letting anything go.

This puzzled the six monks Haiming.

As soon as Xu Qingluo saw it, she knew that it was not an ordinary family, and she didn't need to make money, so why would she do such a thing?

Xu Qingluo explained with a smile that she needed to look at what they had on their bodies to determine their specific identities.

It is said that it is a disciple of the Fascinating God Sect, but whether it is true or not, it is still necessary to find out, so as not to be framed by others.

The six monks Haiming immediately felt reasonable, and at the same time they felt that her thinking was thorough and rigorous, which was something she needed to study hard.

After burying the corpse in the soil, building a tomb, and then leaving, returning to the temple with a turbulent inner shock.

As soon as they left, Fa Kong appeared.

The four of Xu Qingluo greeted each other.

Fa Kong waved his hand and sat down at the big round wooden table, looking at the things on the table, thoughtful.

"Master, are these useful?" Xu Qingluo asked.

She knew that Fakong could use the items to cast Fate Pass, and when she saw these items, she could see the past of the owner of the item.

This can greatly help to understand the Mythical Sect.

Knowing yourself and knowing the enemy, Fa Kong will take action only when he is sure, otherwise he will keep holding back, observe and observe again.

"Useful." Fa Kong nodded slowly, flicked his sleeves, and all the items disappeared without a trace.

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