Yan Zheng was really too curious about Ye Qingyun.
He really wanted to know what kind of indescribable person like Ye Qingyun existed?
"When you one day cross the realm of a saint and achieve your own path, you may know something about that person."
The sound in the ancient monument disappeared at this point.
It has not appeared since.
However, the shock in Yan Zheng's heart did not dissipate. .??.
"After crossing the Saint Realm and achieving one's own path, is it possible to know Ye Gaoren's secrets?"
Yan Zheng looked a little bitter.
I don’t know what year or month I will be able to know the true origin of Ye Qingyun.
It may never be known.
Yan Zheng looked around and saw that there was no door or passage leading to other places in Xiaoyao Hall.
Yan Zheng had no choice but to walk out of Xiaoyao Hall.
"Ye Gaoren is not in Xiaoyao Hall, he must have gone to other places. It seems that Kunlunzi and the others can only ask Ye Gaoren to rescue them."
Yan Zheng has nowhere to go.
All we can do is wait where we are.
at the same time.
In the cave where the gray-haired old man is.
Kunlunzi and others woke up one after another.
And the moment they woke up, they felt something was wrong.
The cultivation level in his and others' bodies is rapidly draining away.
All have different levels of decline.
"not good!"
The two great sword masters were the first to react, and without caring about anything else, they immediately started to struggle.
boom!!!
But at this moment, the tiger talisman absorbed the cultivation of several people, and its strength has been restored a lot.
The two sword masters were immediately suppressed.
"This is the military tiger talisman!"
Seeing the tiger talisman floating above them, several people felt extremely heavy in their hearts.
He is already injured, but his cultivation is still declining at this moment. How can he compete with this military tiger talisman?
"Don't waste your efforts anymore."
The gray-haired old man stood aside with his hands behind his back.
His face was full of indifference.
"I have no choice but to blame you for your bad luck."
Several people stared at the gray-haired old man.
But I feel deeply powerless.
After all, a saint with insufficient strength is not something they can compete with.
"Amitabha!"
Among the few people, Huikong was the calmest.
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He clasped his hands together and stood like a pine tree.
Even if his own cultivation is constantly losing, he doesn't care at all.
"Donor, what you are doing is setting yourself on fire."
Huikong said very calmly.
"Self-immolation?"
The gray-haired old man was startled when he heard this.
Then he showed a weird smile.
"Monk, your cultivation is mediocre, but your courage is commendable. You are still so calm at this moment. It seems that you really have seen through life and death."
Huikong smiled slightly.
There was a bit of playfulness in the smile.
"why are you laughing?"
For some reason, looking at the smile on Huikong's face, the gray-haired old man felt a little uneasy for no reason.
This made the gray-haired old man a little surprised.
I am a saint and I have the situation under control now. Why do I feel uneasy because of this monk's smile?
Too strange.
"Donor, put down your butcher knife and become a Buddha immediately. If you stop now, you may still have a chance of survival."
Huikong persuaded with a sincere look.
Kunlunzi and others on the side also looked at Huikong with strange eyes.
I thought that this person was indeed following Ye Gaoren.
At this point, you still dare to say such things?
Is this guy Huikong really not afraid at all?
"ridiculous!"
The gray-haired old man shook his head indifferently.
"Buddhist people specialize in deceiving people's minds."
"But it can only fool those ordinary people."
"In front of me, you'd better put away your tricks."
Finished.
The gray-haired old man gently pointed his finger.
puff!!!
Huikong's shoulder was immediately punched with a bloody hole.
Blood gurgled out.
But Huikong's face remained as usual, and he didn't even frown.
It seemed that the injury was not felt at all.
"The body is just a skin. You can do whatever the donor wants."
"But it is not easy for the donor saint to cultivate. If he is so stubborn, he may not be able to save his life."
Ash
The old man was a little angry when Huikong said it.
Take action again.
puff!!!
Huikong's body once again had a bloody hole.
There was even blood flowing out of Huikong's mouth.
To be continued...