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Chapter 46 Moonlight Shadow (1)

The stars and moon are bright and clear, and the Milky Way is in the sky.

A man and a woman, one white and one green, Fahai and Murong Bingyan were like gods in the sky, swimming in and out of the starry moon sky.

Murong Bingyan couldn't help but activate her true energy, trying to surpass Fahai. Unfortunately, no matter how hard she tried, the two of them always remained at a distance, with the distance always remaining about thirty feet.

Fahai's long sleeves fluttered and he flew more than fifty miles away. After seeing a forest, he slowed down and hovered on a large branch. He stood with his hands behind his back and looked up at the stars, looking like a master.

After a few breaths, Murong Bingyan flew past with a green light, sheathed her sword in mid-air, and landed gracefully beside Fahai.

At this time, Murong Bingyan's pretty face was dripping with sweat. Although she had a level of cultivation, flying with a sword for more than fifty miles was already her limit. Plus, she always wanted to surpass Fa Hai along the way.

, the real energy overdraft was even more severe, and the plump and towering chest also undulated violently due to the instability of the Qi movement, with waves.

"Amitabha, Miss Murong, you might as well take a rest first."

Fahai swallowed his saliva, quickly turned his gaze upwards, and said to Murong Bingyan with an indifferent expression, "This is sometimes the case. In the eyes of a woman, if a man looks at her with a higher level of admiration, if he looks at her with a lower level, he means a hooligan."

However, Murong Bingyan obviously did not pay attention to this detail. Her eyes were more shocked. Fahai flew fifty miles and his expression remained unchanged. His energy was smooth, as if nothing happened. His profound cultivation was evident. He would never

Maybe it’s the early stage of ninth grade cultivation!

"Senior Brother Cang, the Flying Technique you used just now doesn't look like it came from a small mountain temple. If I guess correctly, it should be the famous One-Thought Flying Technique of Dalin Temple, one of the nine major sects of Buddhism, right?" Murong Bing swallowed.

After taking the Yuan Ju Dan to adjust his breath for a moment, he opened his big eyes like ice crystals and stared at Fahai, quite playfully.

"Miss Murong has good eyesight."

When Fahai saw this, he couldn't help but laugh. The Flying Technique was the signature magical power of Dalin Temple. Now that he was recognized, there was no need for him to deny anything.

"Seeing that our senior brother is only two decades old, but has such profound cultivation, could he be the famous young master in Dalin Temple, known as senior brother Fa Yi, who can conquer demons with one hand?"

When she mentioned Fa Yi, there was a hint of admiration in Murong Bingyan's tone. For her who was born in a small sect, she was extremely talented. Dalin Fayi, who had a late ninth-level cultivation at the age of sixteen, had always been a favorite among her elders.

It is one of the examples that she keeps on her lips to urge her to practice.

Unexpectedly, today by chance, I met my role model. Even though Murong Bingyan had a cold personality, she was inevitably a little shaken and excited at this time. Of course, only her spiritual practice could make her so uncharacteristic.

He was regarded as Fa Yi, which made Fa Hai extremely depressed. He didn't expect that Fa Yi, a stinky bastard, would have such a beautiful woman thinking about him outside. This made Fa Hai feel uncomfortable for a while, but in front of the beautiful woman,

Fahai, on the other hand, disdains being too showy, let alone belittling others behind their backs.

However, not saying anything is not in line with Fahai's character.

"I'm not Fayi, and I can't compare with him, a famous person in the temple. His pants are always wet..." Fahai shook his head and pretended to sigh.

"Why are Senior Brother Fayi's pants always wet?"

When Murong Bingyan heard this, she couldn't hide her curiosity and said that she always wanted to know more about idols, and she always felt that there seemed to be something behind Fahai's words.

really……

"There are almost no disciples of Dalin who don't admire him. Every time Junior Brother Fa Yi goes to the toilet to relieve himself, the person next to him who is doing so will suddenly turn around and yell at him, wow, isn't this the genius Fa Yi!!

"Fa Hai touched his nose seriously, "That's why his pants are always wet."

"Puch~"

Although she clearly knew that Fahai was joking, Murong Bingyan was still amused. Although she was 19 years old, she was a sister-in-law alone, but she was not an ignorant girl. She knew that if the person next to him suddenly turned around when it was convenient for a man, he would definitely be teased.

The other party wets his pants...

In an instant, Murong Bingyan's face was like an iceberg thawing, becoming as beautiful as a flower and blushing.

Gazing at the old god there with a calm face, Murong Bingyan felt angry and funny. She was angry at his pretentiousness and laughed at his wit and wit. Even though she knew that his joke was a bit obscene and it was a bit embarrassing to ruin Fa Yi.

It's too much, but it can't produce any resentment.

From Fahai's sarcasm, Murong Bingyan also vaguely heard that there seemed to be some disharmony between Fahai and Fayi. She had a quiet personality, so she did not pursue Fayi's topic any further.

Seeing that Murong Bingyan's smile was just a flash in the pan, and then returned to his usual indifference, Fahai felt a little disappointed, so he couldn't help but change the topic and asked, "Are you here for the zombies in Blackwater Town this time?"

"We have no purpose in going down the mountain to experience this. We accidentally heard the news that the Chunyang Heritage Treasure was about to be born, so we headed west to take a chance and meet the masters of the northwest cultivation world." Murong Bingyan nodded after hearing this.

"Pure Yang Relic?" Fahai was stunned. He had heard of the Pure Yang Relic. A while ago, the world of cultivation was in an uproar about it. The source was a treasure map that came out by chance. It is said that you can find it by following the map.

A cave where a loose immortal lived before ascending to heaven, and he obtained the secret book of cultivation that he left behind in the human world.

However, the Chunyang Relic only has a fatal temptation for small sects and casual cultivators with shallow foundations. The major sects do not pay much attention to it. For them, they cannot cultivate their own magical powers, so how can they have the energy to pay attention to an unknown casual cultivator?

The so-called legacy treasure, so most of them just send a few disciples to join in the fun and try their luck.

"Well, this matter is no longer a secret. It is said that the cave of the Loose Immortal Cultivator is hidden in the Luliang Mountains. Heifeng Ridge is also a small branch of the Luliang Mountains, so we stopped by."

Murong Bingyan said, "But there are not many monks like us who come to Black Wind Ridge. Most of the masters have gone to the Thirteenth Peak, which is thousands of miles away. Only monks with shallow cultivation and knowing that there is no hope of winning the treasure can

Just like us, we are going to take advantage of the black water to suppress the zombies and hunt for some zombie blood."

Zombies are commonly known as zombies, corpse demons, and corpse ghosts. In fact, zombies are not monsters, demons, or ghosts, but monsters, demons, ghosts, and monsters. Zombies are a branch of the ancient witch clan, which gathers the most bad luck and resentment in the world.

Born to be immortal, never to fall into reincarnation, this world also has its own system, with a strict hierarchy. As long as a high-level zombie orders it, even the humblest zombie will never take a step back when facing the strongest monk.

The zombie family can be said to be the common enemy of humans and demons. Zombies regard humans and demons as blood food, and can also reproduce through humans and demons. Whether they are humans or demons, as long as they are infected with corpse poison, if they are not

If forced out of the body in time, the corpse poison will turn into a zombie-like monster, lose its nature, and kill its kind. Therefore, any place where zombies are in chaos will be called a corpse disaster.

The plague of corpses has spread and is extremely terrifying, second only to the plague. In the secular world, everyone talks about corpses turning pale.

For monks, zombies are a good thing. Firstly, by eradicating the corpse disaster, they can gain great fame in the world; secondly, the essence and blood of zombies are treasures like demon cores. They not only contain abundant mana, but also can be used for refining.

The necessary materials for making top-grade beauty-preserving elixirs are very expensive. One drop of ninth-grade zombie blood essence is worth ten ninth-grade demon cores.

It was only because Murong Bingyan and the others were interested in the zombie essence and blood that they decided to go to Heifeng Ridge, hoping to make a fortune. It was not a waste of time to sleep in the open air and travel across half of the Central Plains, traveling from the south of the Yangtze River to the southwest for experience.

"Amitabha, the poor monk's purpose of going down the mountain this time is also Blackwater Town. It is said that the ten-thousand-year-old corpse has thousands of years of magic power and a peak eighth-grade cultivation level. It is extremely powerful. There are also a large number of top-grade zombies under his command, so this trip is a must.

There are many dangers.”

Fa Hai glanced at Murong Bingyan's proud breasts and slender legs, swallowed secretly, but said with a serious look on his face, "We are destined to meet each other this time, why don't we all go together, it's better for each other."

There is someone taking care of you..."

"Thank you, senior brother." Although Murong Bingyan is arrogant, she is not arrogant. She also knows that this trip is full of dangers, and she has to take care of three oil bottles. It is indeed difficult to use her skills. If Fa Hai, who was born in Dalin Zhengzong, can help,

But it is much more stable.

Fa Hai was overjoyed when he saw Murong Bingyan agreeing readily. Just as he was about to discuss the details of the cooperation, he suddenly heard faint cold chants coming from the air, "Nine heavens~ The power of the gods is revealed, a bright moon~ illuminates the universe..."

When Fa Hai and Murong Bingyan heard the sound, they couldn't help but raise their heads and look into the distance. They saw five black shadows a hundred feet high in the sky, as if shooting out from the moonlight, holding a big flag in their hands, flying and circling towards the woods.

"Uh, Demon Cult?!"

Fa Hai focused his eyes and suddenly saw a silver crescent symbol flashing on the five red flags flying by Lie Lie. He was immediately shocked and did not bother to remind Murong Bingyan, who was still looking up, and pulled her into his arms.

, leaned down and hid in the leafy canopy, raised his eyes to peek through the branches and leaves.

Since ancient times, good and evil have not coexisted. When the righteous path encounters the devil's sect, it is a situation of struggle to the end. When going down the mountain, Zen Master Wudu once told Fahai, saying that the disciples of the devil's sect are all wasps, and if they touch one, they will attract a group of wasps.

Therefore, if you can't hide from them, you should hide from them. If you can't hide from them, you should kill them cleanly.

Fahai didn't know why the demon sect's disciples appeared in Black Wind Ridge, but he had not had any problems with the demon sect since he came down the mountain, and he didn't want to cause trouble for himself, and he didn't have the high consciousness to run out to subjugate the demons and defend the way, so he chose to take shelter temporarily at this time.

Edge.

While Fahai was secretly observing the demon sect disciples, he suddenly felt a struggle in Murong Bingyan's warm and delicate body in his arms. He couldn't help but pinched tightly, but he unexpectedly moved the two round, firm and elastic warm jade balls with incomparable precision.

Holding it in my hand, I suddenly felt a long-lost pleasure in my palm, which was so warm and uncomfortable.

As soon as Fahai grabbed hold of him, Murong Bingyan in his arms immediately no longer dared to struggle any more, her delicate body trembled slightly as if she had received an electric shock. At the same time, a voice full of shame, anger and resentment whispered in Fahai's ears, "Senior Brother Cang... you...

hands..."

When Fahai heard this, he lowered his head, his face suddenly turned red, and he cursed secretly, "Ugh, it's all caused by his habit!"


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