Mortal Bones

Two days later.

Old Dragon Court.

During this period of time, the already very lively Old Dragon Court became even more lively because of the appearance of the star map.

"Have you heard? The three walkers from the Mongolian Cave all disappeared after seizing the lower realm!"

"Of course!" "I also heard that these three people were not missing, but were killed by a monk from the lower realm!"

In a teahouse on the street, a monk in gray clothes and a monk in green clothes were drinking tea and discussing a strange incident that had happened recently.

"Did you hear that right? How can a monk from the lower realm be the opponent of a monk from the upper realm?"

"There's always a time when a horse stumbles!" "And it's said that he met a very powerful warrior and was beaten to the point where his spirit left his body, causing a catastrophe!"

"When did Juemingtian have such a powerful warrior?!"

"It's unclear who this martial artist is, but they speculate that the appearance of this martial artist should be inseparable from the Dragon-riding Dongfang Yue Cocoon."

"Why do you say that?"

"Have you forgotten? Some time ago, Dongfang Yueyu, who was in Chenglongtian, was teased in the street by a strange warrior, which eventually led to Dongfang Yueyu and the monk beside her to fight with him!"

"Oh, I remembered, I remembered." "But what does this have to do with the Fangya Cave?"

"Because the martial artist who had a conflict with Dongfang Yue Cocoon that day was the one sent by Mengjie Cave to watch the stars in the lower world!"

"So what you are saying is that the lower realm walker from the Fengjie Cave gathered the other two lower realm walkers from the Fengjie Cave because he did not get any benefits from Dongfang Yuexu and the monk in the old Longting. Looking for trouble with Dongfang Yue Cocoon."

"But I didn't expect that I would lose my hand and be killed by Dongfang Yuexu's friend!"

"Exactly!"

And just when the gray-robed monk and the azure-robed monk were having a heated discussion.

A slender man in black clothes and an old man in purple clothes with a rough face came to their table one after the other, walking steadily.

Then, they sat down facing each other in the two empty seats at the square table.

After the two people sat down, the gray-clothed and green-clothed monks realized what they were doing.

Immediately, he saw the monk in gray clothes with a big black mole on his cheek. He frowned and glanced at the man in black clothes and the old man in purple clothes and said:

"Didn't you see anyone at this table?"

The long-faced monk in green clothes also said with an unhappy expression:

"Get up and leave quickly, I won't argue with you two!"

As if he didn't hear the two people's questions at all, the man in black clothes took a cup each for himself and the old man in purple clothes beside him, then picked up the teapot and poured a cup of tea, and then raised his head. He looked at the two of them with a smile and said:

"Where did you hear all that just now?"

The long-faced monk in green clothes saw that the man in black clothes didn't take him seriously at all. He immediately slapped the case and stood up and said:

"You two really thought that I wouldn't dare to attack you in the old Longting, right?"

As he was speaking, he saw an extremely violent aura wave suddenly spread out from the long-faced monk in green clothes, preparing to attack the man in black clothes and the old man in purple robes.

Judging from this aura, this long-faced monk in green clothes is at least a minor in the Wentian Realm.

The strength is impressive.

However, the man in black clothes only tapped his fingers on the table twice, and the aura fluctuations on the long-faced monk in green clothes disappeared in an instant.

"you……"

Just when the monk in green had a look of astonishment on his face.

An invisible force of gravity, like two invisible hands, pushed the long-faced monk in green to sit down again with a bang.

When the monk in gray clothes across from him saw this, he immediately became alert and wanted to leave the table and run away.

But at this time, following the wrinkled face and looking out the window, the old man in purple robe suddenly said in a calm tone: "Don't worry, it's not too late to gouge out your own eyes before leaving."

This voice seemed to have some kind of strange magic power. After hearing it, the gray-clothed monk did not hesitate to reach out and put two fingers up and poke his eyes hard.

With just a "plop" sound, the eyeball was dug out by the gray-clothed monk, and he placed it respectfully on the table and said:

"Sir, thank you."

When he said this, the gray-clothed monk still had a charming smile on his face.

It looked like the corners of the mouth on both sides were hooked up with hooks.

The purple-robed old man didn't even look at the gray-robed monk whose face was covered with blood. He just waved gently and said:

"Go ahead."

As soon as he finished speaking, the gray-clothed monk, as if he couldn't feel the pain, walked towards the window very briskly, and then jumped down from the window.

"boom!"

Because when he jumped down, the man did not use any real energy or energy.

In addition, the head is facing the ground again.

So when it hit the ground, the head was smashed to pieces like a watermelon.

But even until he died, the gray-clothed monk's face was still full of smiles.

For a moment, the tea house, which was originally quiet, suddenly became excited.

All the guests in the tea house, some leaning against the windows and some going downstairs, all gathered around to watch.

Only the young man in black robes, the old man in purple robes, and the long-faced monk in green robes who was speechless and trembling all over were still sitting at the table.

After drinking a cup of tea, the old man in purple robe withdrew his eyes from the window.

He glanced indifferently at the long-faced monk in green clothes, and then said to the young man in black clothes without expression:

"Search for souls."

The young man in black clothes nodded.

The monk in green with a long face turned pale when he heard the word "soul search".

But at this moment, he could not move or speak, and could only shake his head slightly with a look of begging for mercy.

But how could the young man in black care about his begging for mercy?

He smiled and looked at the monk in green with a long face and said:

"Don't be afraid, it will be over soon."

As soon as the voice fell, a strange light flashed in the eyes of the young man in black.

In an instant.

The face of the monk in green with a long face twisted in pain, and then the whites of his eyes turned upside down, and he fainted from the pain.

The pain of soul search is even better than the torture of the body.

So under normal circumstances, monks whose souls are searched often become disabled.

"Okay."

In less than a moment, the black-robed young man withdrew his gaze from the long-faced monk in green, and then looked at the purple-robed old man with a look of regret in his eyes and said:

"It is still just word of mouth, and there is no news related to Dongfang Yuejian and the monk Xuanzhi."

The purple-robed old man frowned when he heard it and said:

"According to the hexagram, Dongfang Yuejian and the warrior who can use the body of a real dragon should be in the old dragon court in the past two days."

As he said that, a piece of robe appeared in the hand of the purple-robed old man.

If Xu Taiping was here, he would definitely be able to see that the piece of robe in the old man's hand was the piece that the fierce cave Qiansi tore off from him that day.