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These gray sword-shaped mists are formed by the gray and mysterious power.

The two clusters of starlights from the handsome monk's eyes, under the erosion of the gray sword-shaped mist, finally dissipated more than half.

As a last resort, two clusters of star-shaped rays immediately jumped out of the handsome monk's eyes, blocking the remaining half of the gray sword energy.

A blue ray of light condensed into a fist-sized entity, like a jasper spear that moves forward. The light flashes, and the starlight of his body erupts fiercely like water stirred by a boulder. The jasper spear has already pierced him. A cool one.

The jade spear that pierced his chest cavity just flicked.

A circle of blue ripples shattered the relatively weak internal organs.

Eyes full of attention, his handsome head rose to the sky.

A round of six-pointed star-shaped gods rose up from the Baihui acupoint.

Within a scroll of light, the six-pointed star-shaped primordial spirit has been put away by the old money.

At the same time, the light suddenly bloomed.

It was like a huge peony with an incomparably blue color. Layers. It seems extremely slow. Actually fast and incoherent.

Several monks had just struggled to break free from the shackles of the green and red silk threads. I just felt that the body protector was alive. Scattered.

Want to urge Jian Jue back to defense. but. But under the restraint of the green and red threads, it was slower.

A cool place on the neck. I just feel that the landscape in front of me is rising higher and higher.

Such as the place where blood is splashed. It's already a different place.

The four waves of Lao Qian's offensive are as if the tides and raging waves are seamlessly received.

This handsome monk can stand against the old money's flaunting light and the sword of ashes.

It's a pity that in this valley where the detection range of divine consciousness is severely limited, it was not discovered in time that the blue-red light from Lao Qian was actually a giant-net-like blue-red thread.

Suddenly he fell into the calculations of the old money, and his skills in a galaxy sword hadn't been fully displayed before he could fully use it.

These cultivators who can quickly break free from the green and red armor-piercing silk thread, and have not received major damage from the withered sword, because their potential resistance ability is the first goal of the old money to clear.

The remaining cultivators had not been killed under the three waves of attacks from the flaunting light, the piercing silk thread, and the withered sword, but they had suffered serious injuries.

Under the entanglement of piercing silk threads like a big net, it was impossible to even escape.

The old money cuts off his head like cutting vegetables and melons.

He collected six more old money from the souls, quickly dragged the corpse back to the hole with green and red silk threads, and began to search for the equipment on the corpse.

Of course, the old Qian didn't forget to pose in a cold pose when he left, and the icy voice immediately spread for several miles: "The only way to approach me is death!"

All this happened quickly, leaving the monks inside and outside the cave dumbfounded.

Except that the three turtles were mentally prepared and showed too much surprise.

The big head's mung bean has his eyes wide open.

There is also no previous image of Taishan collapse in front of him without changing his color.

And a dozen groups of monks from Guangmingshan, the total number of which reached a hundred, was captured by the old money's pili.

No one dared to approach Lao Qian and the others, the cave with a blue light glowing at the entrance.

Instead, the looted objects were scattered to the monks and the guys who had been excavated.

Even semi-finished caves that have not been completed in time are among their looting.

The ugliness of human nature is manifested vividly at this moment.

The smarter monk started and fled.

Those monks who were driven by anger and wanted to defend the fruits of their labor were even killed immediately.

Everything in yourself has become the spoils of others.

The five old Qian looked coldly at this human ugly---or a tragedy.

There are too many such things, and the old money is limited in his own ability. Even if he has the intention, he cannot prevent such tragedies from happening again and again.

There was a sigh in the old Qian's eyes, and he closed his eyes a little bit unbearably.

Although the old money has plundered a lot of things.

However, they were all plundering their own "adversaries" in the trial mission of the Beast Space or the military mission of the Blue Floating Army.

Since they are rivals, plundering is a very normal thing.

Old Qian has never thought of killing or plundering strangers who have no grudges with him.

On the heart of Old Qian, there was still a softness under that layer of hard, cruel and killer stuff.

It was a kind called "kindness". I don't know how many times, the old Qian dreamed back at midnight and returned to the soft place in his heart.

Only in that place, the old Qian still felt that he was still the junior.

The stall pushing mutton skewers, shouting on the street, is a student who is satisfied and happy with business and customers besides being afraid of urban management.

"Cracking. Crackling."

A sword light that resembled the explosion of countless snowflakes, with a burst of sound like a million firecrackers exploding at the same time, whizzed through from a place very close to Lao Qian and them, and in the blink of an eye, it reached the mouth of Lao Qian and the others.

"Friend, save me!"

Countless snowflakes of sword light disappeared, revealing a young monk in his twenties.

The monk was dressed in white, handsome and handsome.

Just that he

With anxious eyes, the young face was unshaven.

It shows that his youthful face is also effective.

The sword light that the three chased after stopped ten meters away from the cyan light at the entrance of the cave, and three groups of sword light appeared.

The slaughter and threat of old money is what happened just now.

The three cultivators of Guangming Mountain, their sword tactics urged the sword light, tightly guarding the whole body, not daring to take a step beyond the thunder pond.

Watching the result of the negotiation between the white man and the master in the cave.

The old money fell back to reality from the softest part of his heart just now.

Imagination and reality are too different.

What came back to reality was cold and merciless.

I'm afraid it's the same plane as the believer of the Lord God who is full of light.

Earth, pure land, where are you?

"Guarding you, what price do you pay?"

Old Qian said without expression.

If you follow Lao Qian's previous declaration, the trespasser will die!

This monk in white should be the first to be executed.

However, instead of putting him to death, Old Qian asked him about the price he could pay.

In fact, it is the old money that has become kind.

"Blizzard Sword Classic, this is the secret treasure of our school.

However, I only comprehend one quarter of them, and three quarters of my current cultivation level cannot be watched for a long time.

I can dedicate it to you. "

It's an urgent juncture of life and death.

Any parsimoniousness and repayment on the spot may be swept away by this master.

The monk in white was straightforward and took out the best things.

I'd rather give it to others than to Guangmingshan, a group of greedy enemies who have forced themselves into nowhere.

The monk in white glared at the three monks in Guangming Mountain.

From the storage ring, he took a book shrouded in white light and threw it at the old money.

Old Qian took over the cover and pages of the book, and they were all made of a biological skin, shrouded in a mass of white brilliance, and a bit of chill permeated his bones.

This book turned out to have only 21 thin pages.

Once opened, there was no text on the page.

Only snow flakes and white snow.

The snow seemed to cover the sky, and it seemed to cover the universe.

"Snapped.

"

Old Qian didn't turn over the back page.

Just this way of recording tactics, the old money has never seen it before, and it is worth it for this.

To be honest, even if the cultivator was gnawed away by the bugs, there was only a storage ring and the snowflake sword in his hand.

However, this storage ring may lie in a crack in some soil, or even sink forever.

It is impossible for Lao Qian to search for every unowned spatial ring within a hundred miles in diameter and a thousand miles in radius.

This Blizzard Sword Sutra may also be buried.

This guy is a guy who knows current affairs.

"Come in, but dig out where you stay."

Old Qian said in a deep voice.

Immediately, the three Guangmingshan monks who were waiting to see the result of the negotiations left without a word.

Although the main body of the hole dug by Lao Qian was large enough to accommodate six people.

However, the old money still let this guy named Quinn dig out his own space.

People in the future are waiting to come in.

Sure enough, with the old money's ferocious and ruthless killing and poking, there are specific actions to take in the victims.

The casual cultivators ran over one after another.

As long as the casual practitioners can come up with something of value, the old money is basically not rejected.

They couldn't fit in their own holes, so they asked them to dig a hole next to Old Qian's hole.

Surrounded by the cyan halo, there was no insect infestation.

The speed of these monks digging holes is quite fast.

In fact, these casual practitioners formed an alliance centered on the five old men.

Although this alliance is temporary and loose, it is, at least for now, an alliance.

"Too many people, too many-will attract extremely powerful bugs."

The big head Aming muttered and looked at what the old money had given him, and his eyes filled with smiles.

In fact, so many good things were obtained in a very short time.

Big head Amin felt quite satisfied with the harvest.

When he was alone, how long did it take to obtain these things.

"Giving is better than plundering, sometimes it works better."

Lao Qian squinted his eyes ~www.readwn.com~ with an unpredictable word to answer the big head Amin's complaint.

"If there are too many ants, you can kill Ivan Mao."

Big head A Ming nodded and turned back, as an agreement to the old Qian's choice.

Ivan is an elephant-like creature on the plane of gallon.

This creature has long hairs and is extremely tough.

The more people gathered, the greater the momentum, the more casual practitioners came to take refuge, and even put things away, they became more and more picky.

As for the more powerful bugs?

Aren’t there still those big heads from Guangming Mountain?

Wait until they finish dealing with it first.

Rhein Amin thought about it with a bit of delight. (To be continued, if you want to know what is going on, please log in mm, more chapters, support the author, support genuine reading!)