The body of the man in black was as cold as if he had fallen into an ice cave.
He opened his mouth to speak, but no sound came out, and his face could not help but be filled with panic.
The monk looked compassionate and said: "Donor, don't be afraid. The poor monk is a monk and is compassionate. After searching for the soul, he will personally save the benefactor and free him from the sea of suffering in this world."
In the gentle and kind voice, the man in black felt a sharp pain in his soul, his eyesight went dark, and he lost consciousness.
After half a ring.
The monk withdrew his consciousness and whispered: "The big hermit is hidden in the city, and the small hermit is hidden in the wild. It is unexpected that this paradise's lair is located in a secular casino."
At his fingertips, a wisp of pure and sacred Brahma fire emerged, and the man in black instantly turned into ashes and disappeared.
late at night.
The lights in the city were dim.
The monk, barefooted in sackcloth and wearing a bamboo hat, strolled into a remote alley.
Deep in the streets, there is a casino. Even late at night, it is still noisy and lively.
When the monk arrived in front of the casino, a waiter said jokingly: "Monk, are you here to gamble or borrow money?"
The monk smiled and said, "The knife is on credit."
The waiter's eyes narrowed, his expression calmed, and he said: "Our casino does not accept credit."
The monk said: "Put your life on it and leave it alone."
"Hold on."
The waiter turned and walked into the casino.
Not long after, a white-haired old man came out, looked the monk up and down, frowned and said, "Dead spirit?"
The monk said: "When Ji Letian is doing business, he still has to interrogate the customer's background?"
The white-haired old man was silent for a moment and said: "Please."
With that said, he turned around and walked into the casino.
The monk followed him.
Passing through the smoky casino hall, bypassing the winding corridors, and arriving at a quiet courtyard.
There is a laurel tree planted in the courtyard, and a waning moon hangs diagonally in the sky, which is bright and cold.
"Guests are also asked to wait here."
The white-haired old man turned around and wanted to leave.
The monk suddenly asked in confusion, "May I ask where I showed my flaw?"
The white-haired old man's expression changed slightly, and his figure suddenly turned into a wisp of smoke and disappeared out of thin air.
But I saw that the monk was a bit empty-handed.
boom!
The void exploded, and the figure of the white-haired old man fell out, covered in blood.
"Do it!"
The white-haired old man drank violently.
Wow~
The laurel trees in the courtyard swayed, and the waning moon suspended under the sky buzzed and trembled, casting dreamlike light rain.
The entire courtyard suddenly changed and turned into a secret world!
In this secret world, the sky and the earth are dim, the mountains are undulating, and a bright crescent moon hangs on the top of one of the mountains.
Beneath the crescent moon is a brightly lit palace bathed in divine luster.
Before the monk could react——
laugh!
Dozens of figures appeared out of thin air, killing each other violently.
Those figures were like black lightning, with sharp and strange auras, appearing and disappearing like ghosts in the dark world.
The monk stood still, with his hands clasped together.
boom!
Countless dazzling white jade lotus flowers bloomed around the monk, and in the haze of fairy light, dazzling sword energy emerged from the lotus flowers.
The world was illuminated by the sword.
And the dozens of figures rushing towards them were killed on the spot in an instant!
In the nearby area, the white-haired old man's hair stood on end, and he said in horror: "You... you are the dead soul of Juxia Realm!!"
The monk nodded and said, "Exactly."
After the words fell, the monk walked towards the mountain in the distance.
And behind him, a wisp of Buddhist fire emerged, turned into a sword edge, and struck the white-haired old man, and was instantly wiped out.
The world was in turmoil, and a group of figures came to kill again.
Each one of them is the most elite assassin in Paradise. In the past long years, they have hunted down many people who were kings of the world.
But in front of the monks, everyone is like moths flying into the flame, disappearing in a blink of an eye.
In just a few breaths, the monk had reached the top of the mountain.
The waning moon hangs high, as bright as a silver hook.
A magnificent palace sits on the top of the mountain, bathed in divine luster.
Um?
The monk suddenly frowned and smelled a trace of blood coming out of the temple.
Almost at the same time——
boom!
A figure rushed out and slashed with a sword.
The monk's eyes were slightly focused, his sleeves and robes were fluttering, and his swords were rising across the sky.
clang!!!
Amidst the earth-shattering explosions, the monk was shaken so hard that he fell backwards.
And that figure was coming towards him with his sword again.
Swift and powerful, terrifying in power!
If you look carefully, you will see that this is a man as tall as a mountain, covered in bronze armor. He is holding a long black knife, and the blade is flowing with scarlet fairy light.
What's even more terrifying is the aura on the man's body!
The surging power of the Great Law surged through the man's body like a landslide and a tsunami, evolving into a strange aura of disaster.
When he slashes with his sword, his power is comparable to that of a person in Juxia Realm!
boom!
The monk's whole body shone brightly, Brahma fire shot into the sky, and his aura became extremely terrifying.
"go!"
The monk waved his Dao sword and fought fiercely with the tall man.
"Is this the leader of Ji Lo Tian?"
The monk frowned.
He sensed something was wrong.
This opponent's aura is too weird and strange. He looks like a living person, but he is like an ancient corpse without life, and his whole body is filled with the chaotic and turbulent aura of disaster.
But it is undeniable that the opponent's combat power is terrifying!
In today's world, restricted by the rules of Zhou Tian, the dead souls in Juxia Realm can only exert about 40% of their strength.
The monk has already shattered the power of the curse on his body. Although he is also subject to the rules of Zhou Tian, the impact is much less, and he can exert about 70% of his strength.
But even under such circumstances, he was unable to defeat the opponent for a while!
"There can be no further delay."
There was a flash of light in the monk's eyes, and he resorted to pressing the bottom of the box.
"Pro!"
He turned his palm and the Tao sword flew across the air.
In an instant, a bright sword energy rose across the sky, there were bursts of Sanskrit sounds, and the Buddha's light was majestic. A few sword energy actually gave rise to the vision of a vast world!
Boom!
The heaven and earth are in chaos, and the divine glory roars.
The tall man was blown away by a sword, and the bronze armor covering his body was split open. He let out a shrill scream, like a beast roaring in pain.
What's even more surprising is that the tall man's body seems to be complete, but in fact it is like countless pieces of porcelain, sewn together with black silk threads in various directions!
"I'm afraid this guy isn't even a dead soul. He's more like a puppet made with secret techniques."
The monk was moved.
He jumped forward and was about to take advantage of the victory and pursue the attack.
An obscure magical sound suddenly came from the tall man's lips, and then his tall figure turned into a strange black flame and disappeared in an instant.
boom!
The monk slashed with his sword.
Thousands of feet away, the void exploded.
The black flames transformed by the tall man fell out and fell into pieces, but just for a moment, they merged together again and disappeared out of thin air.
"Can't be killed?"
The monk was surprised.
The previous sword clearly chopped the opponent's body into pieces.
But who would have thought that in just an instant, the opponent's Tao body would fuse and recover, disappearing without a trace.
"This is no ordinary puppet."
A look of concentration appeared between the monk's brows. He was a top-level expert in the Xiaxia Realm in the ancient times, but this was the first time he had seen such a weird opponent!
Like a lifeless corpse, like a puppet, even the aura on the body seemed mixed and chaotic, extremely weird.
The monk thought for a moment and then walked into the palace in the distance.
The temple is brightly lit and beautifully decorated.
And on the seat in the center of the palace, there was a corpse bleeding freely!
It was a woman with a beautiful appearance, but her chest was cut through with a knife. Her flesh and blood were blurred, and the vitality of her body was rapidly passing away.
"Why... why did you send Shenyin Guards to kill me, Master... you are so cruel..."
The woman's face was pale and transparent, covered with a thick aura of death, and her weak voice sounded intermittently in the hall.
The monk strode forward and said, "Are you a credit swordsman?"
The woman raised her head with difficulty, looked at the monk with empty eyes, and twitched the corners of her lips as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she failed to do so and passed away.
The monk frowned.
Undoubtedly, before he came, this woman had been poisoned!
"Shenyinwei? Could it be that the tall man just now is the Shenyinwei this woman said?"
"If this woman is the head of Ji Lo Tian's swordsman, her master... is probably a tailor!"
Thinking of this, the monk vaguely understood.
The reason why the tailor sent the Shenyin Guards to kill his apprentice "Credit Swordsman" was to cut off this line and prevent Su Yi from spying on his hiding place!
"He even killed his apprentice, this tailor is really ruthless."
The monk sighed.
After all, he arrived a step too late, which made the monk quite unwilling.
…
at the same time.
The Wen family of the ancient clan that protects the Tao.
"You must already know what happened to the Yun family of the ancient clan. This time I was entrusted by fellow Taoist Su Yisu to meet Wen Yong of your clan. As long as he answers some questions for me, I will leave immediately."
Qingshi Sword Immortal was dressed in robes and stood alone outside the mountain gate of the Wen clan.
All the important figures in the Wen clan looked shocked and confused.
"May I ask who you are?"
An old man asked in a deep voice.
"I?"
Qingshi Sword Immortal smiled and said, "A sword cultivator who was born in ancient times and survived to this day by luck."
As he spoke, he flicked his finger.
Clang!
A brilliant sword energy soared into the sky, shining brightly on the mountains and rivers, dispelling the thick darkness of night.
The terrifying power of the sword caused the expressions of all the dignitaries of the Wen family present to change.
"A great expert in the Xiaxia Realm!!"
Someone cried out.
"Please do me a favor and don't make my trip go in vain."
Qingshi Sword Immortal slightly arched his hands.
The big shots in the Wen family looked at each other.
Finally, an old man took a deep breath and said in a deep voice: "Clan leader, go and invite Wen Yong to come over personally. If you have anything to say, please make it clear in front of this senior."
"yes!"
Wen family head took the order.
But at this moment, a panicked cry sounded from inside the mountain gate: "It's not good! Patriarch Wen Yong is dead!!"
"What?!"
All the important figures in the Wen family were shocked.
Qingshi Sword Immortal's heart sank, Wen Yong is dead?
Could it be said that the tailor had already taken action in advance to kill Wen Yong?