The moment Ming Yin turned her head, her supposedly pretty face turned into panic at that moment. The scene she saw was the last thing she saw in her life, and it was also the last person she saw before she died.
That person was Xuanmu. Xuanmu spoke very softly. But while he was speaking softly, a killing sword had already penetrated deeply into Mingyin's belly.
Streams of blood exuding fishy smell slowly poured into the killing sword. As for why the killing sword has a bloodthirsty nature, Xuanmu himself did not know. However, he felt that every time the killing sword swallowed
With just one drop of blood, the evil spirit in his body will increase a lot, and the blood spiritual power in the Killing Sword will also have a little more. Although that little bit is very little, but as the murderous rain comes more and more, the death will be in the Killing Sword.
The higher the cultivation level of the monk under the sword, sooner or later Xuanmu will become a killing demon who has lost his nature.
The first blood crystal on the killing sword flashed three times today, each time brighter than the last. The person killed was not a mortal, but a monk.
Of course, if Xuanmu hadn't killed the thousand-year-old snake demon with one sword, it would have taken more than thirty years to condense this blood crystal with such a killing method. Because of this blood crystal, it would be like this
The heavy murderous aura affects Xuanmu's character.
Xuanmu was still young, so it was naturally easy for him to be disturbed by such a strong killing aura.
The moment Xuanmu killed Mingyin, several eyes flashed with murderous intent towards him. For a moment, five blue figures just flashed in the air, and then more than ten ice blasts quickly bombarded Xuanmu.
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At this time, the leader of the Ice Realm Sect was about to finish using the technique of "Blowing Snow as a Blade", but the white-robed old man took out the big cloak behind him and swept it away. In an instant, the wind and clouds moved, and a strong wind rose in an instant, and the countless ice blades were rolled back.
And go.
The leader of the Ice Realm Sect was about to use it again, but felt a tightness in her chest. Suddenly she discovered the scene where Xuanmu took the opportunity to kill Ming Yin. At this moment, she could no longer suppress the feeling that her three beloved disciples were killed by this bastard today.
He screamed in grief, with a ferocious expression on his face. He struck Xuan Mu in the back with a sudden blow of his Xuan Bing Palm.
The power of Xuan Bing condensed in the air and turned into a huge ice palm print, speeding through the air and hitting Xuan Mu's back. Xuan Mu raised his head and fell to the ground.
This was a result that Xuanmu never expected. He didn't expect that the sect leader would react so quickly. What he didn't expect was that these women in blue robes could actually get out in an instant. He completely ignored a question, this
The formation was set up by the Ice Realm Sect, but anyone from the Ice Realm Sect would definitely notice it instantly.
There was a buzz in Xuanmu's mind. The moment he fell to the ground, he put his hands on the killing sword. The killing sword immediately entered the storage ring. Now he felt relieved.
"Let's retreat." Upon seeing this, the leader of the Ice Realm Sect knew that there was no room for turning back. He led the remaining five disciples and rushed towards the north.
The group of people flickered away and disappeared into the long sky, leaving only the drifting snow blown by the bleak cold wind. The entire Eight Spirits Falling Snow Formation also disappeared because the monks of the Ice Realm Sect left.
"Little brother, are you okay?" The old man straightened up and came to Xuanmu's side. He held up Xuanmu's head with his right hand and asked with concern.
Xuanmu shook his head with a wry smile, unable to even hum a word.
The other five men in white robes also rushed over and glanced at Xuanmu with concern.
The old man in white robe put his right hand on Xuanmu's left hand pulse, checked the pulse, and said with a smile: "You must have suffered an external injury. You can meditate for a long time and you will be fine. Eh..."
When the old man in white robe saw the string of Buddhist beads on Xuanmu's left hand, he let out a surprised sound. Then his eyes showed joy, and he injected a spiritual power from his body into Xuanmu's body. Then he said: "Your injury is not serious.
Damn it, you can talk now. How did you get this string of beads in your hand?"
Hearing this, Xuanmu opened his mouth, but he did not speak. Instead, he sat down cross-legged and meditated.
After the spiritual energy in his body circulated for a week, he said with vigilance: "You know that I saved you, wouldn't it be unkind if you want this string of beads?"
"Oh, little brother, I misunderstood." The old man said with a look of shame on his face: "I just think that little brother's string of Buddhist beads looks familiar. It looks like an item that an old friend of mine often wears."
"A certain old friend of yours? Is he also a bad old man?" Xuanmu asked with a hint of interest.
The old man in white robe nodded and smiled helplessly. He seemed to be recalling something in his eyes. After a moment, he nodded and said: "It is indeed as you said, I am afraid he is a bad old man now."
"But grandpa never mentioned you." Xuanmu said doubtfully.
"Then the old man is your grandfather? Do you mean that this string of beads was left by your grandfather?" The old man in white robe heard this and asked in surprise.
Xuanmu nodded, neither denying nor agreeing with the old man's words, and said calmly: "You said you were an old friend of grandpa, why didn't grandpa mention you?"
Naturally, the old man was not Xuanmu's biological grandfather, but in Xuanmu's heart, he had already regarded the old man as his biological grandfather. At this time, he lied just to test the old man's true intentions.
"Well... maybe it's because of that incident back then." The old man's eyes dimmed again, showing a look of reminiscence.
"What happened back then? Did anything interesting happen back then?" Xuanmu asked with curiosity in his eyes.
"It's okay not to mention what happened back then. You can follow us to Dawan City, the capital of Dawan Kingdom!" the old man suggested to Xuanmu.
Xuanmu hesitated. Normally, it was a matter of course to follow the old man to the country. Since he had saved the lives of six people, there should be no reason for these six people to harm him. But he always had a bad feeling.
Finally Xuanmu said: "Forget it, I will go to Dawan City if I have the chance."
"Are you really not willing to go? Then forget it. In order to thank you for rescuing the siege, I have two spiritual stones and a parchment that records the secrets of Qi Killing. I think it should be suitable for you. That's it.
It must be a piece of your mind."
Xuanmu's clenched heart was relieved a little at this time, and he could still accept the old man's attitude. He took what the old man gave him and said with a smile: "I came here by mistake this time.
If it wasn't for such a heavy snowstorm, how could I have doubts? And I followed the trail."
"Let's do this, where do you live? Let's take you back?" One of the older, middle-aged men in white robes suggested.
"You want to send me back? Can you send me to the Tang Dynasty?" Xuanmu asked with interest.