But at this moment, Murong Bingyan was also looking up at Fahai. The two of them looked at each other, and they were immediately embarrassed and hurriedly avoided each other.
Fortunately, Fahai had a big face and was only embarrassed for a moment, then he reluctantly let go of the rich warm jade in his hand, and instead placed it around Murong Bingyan's slender waist. At the same time, he used the method of transmitting sounds into secrets and Zhengyi said solemnly, "It's urgent.
Cong Quan, junior sister, don’t blame me, hush~ they are coming~”
Seeing that Fa Hai let go of her breast as if nothing was wrong, and hugged her waist again, Murong Bingyan couldn't help but her cheeks flushed again, and she was filled with shame and anger. After hearing Fa Hai's righteous and awe-inspiring explanation, she felt slightly comfortable and was about to remain calm.
He pushed away his Lushan claws, but when he heard Fahai's warning, he immediately did not dare to move anymore. He reluctantly leaned on Fahai's broad chest, raised his head and peered out along Fahai's line of sight.
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At this time, the five demon sect disciples holding the big flag had already fallen outside the forest, but they did not leave. Instead, they lined up in a row, and their ten eyes shot out shining magic light like searchlights to patrol around, and finally stopped in the distance.
On the tree where Fahai and Murong Bingyan were hiding.
"How can a mere ninth-grade sword cultivator escape my eyes? Come out, little girl!" The leading disciple of the Demon Cult, who had half a kilogram of makeup on his face, waved his hand and proudly walked towards the hiding place of Fa Hai and the others.
shouted.
Now that someone had seen through Xingzang, Murong Bingyan, who had a strong personality, no longer hid, she pushed Fahai's hands away with all her strength, stood up and stood on the treetop again, with a graceful figure, a jade face covered with frost, and a beautiful face.
With his eyes like swords, he faced off against five demon sect disciples from afar.
Seeing this, Fahai shook his head helplessly, stood up and stood beside Murong Bingyan, opened his Dharma Eyes, and examined the cultivation levels of these demon sect disciples.
After this investigation, Fahai couldn't help but be secretly shocked. Four of the five demon sect disciples had a cultivation level of at least the ninth level. The leader was covered in demonic aura and could not see through the reality. He must have at least an eighth level cultivation level.
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Originally, according to Fahai's habit, since these demon sect disciples did not see through his traces, there was no need to talk nonsense and just ran away secretly. However, at this time, the beauty was beside him, so even if he knew that he was being struck by lightning, he had to pretend to be B.
, Doudou ran away again.
"Little monk, you didn't even run away, haha, that's great!" When the demon sect disciple at the head saw Fa Hai's figure, he was stunned for a moment, and then he beamed with joy and laughed in a dark voice.
"Hmph, why did the poor monk run away?" Fahai snorted coolly, clasped his palms together, and said righteously, "Evil heretics, everyone will kill them! The poor monk is just doing justice for heaven!"
"Evil heretic? You little monk is really blind and blind. Our Moon Worshiping Sect is the largest sect in the Western Region, and our Holy King is the best in the world! I am the seventy-year-old Southern Flag Envoy of the Divine Sect.
It is a great honor for you, one of the two commanders, to come to capture you personally this time!!"
When the demon sect disciple heard this, his eyes suddenly flashed with magic light. He said proudly, waved his hand and said in a sinister voice, "Brothers, tell them our rules!"
As soon as the demon sect commander finished speaking, the four demon sect disciples behind him immediately started to move. The rabbit was rising and the falcon was falling. Suddenly the kite turned over, and suddenly the shooting star chased the moon. As the red flag in his hand fluttered in the wind, there was a sound of hunting in the wind.
The sound was as powerful as a thunderstorm.
"Kill those who do justice for heaven!"
"Those who keep upright and ward off evil will be killed! |
"Kill those who are sanctimonious!"
"Those who oppose our religion, kill, kill, kill!"
After the shouts, the leader of the Demon Cult once again said loudly and proudly, "Do you know our rules this time?"
This bad declaration-like canon really made Fahai feel chills. After looking at each other with Murong Bingyan, who was also feeling chills, he shook his head helplessly and asked, "What else do you not want to kill?"
The commander of the Demon Cult suddenly smiled mysteriously and said softly to Fahai, "Those who submit to the Divine Cult will not be killed!"
"Amitabha, this poor monk is an authentic disciple of Dalin. This female Tan Yue is also a descendant of the Gusu Sword Sect in Jiangnan. We have different Taoist views and do not seek to conspire with each other. Do you think it is possible for us to submit to you?" Fa Hai whispered the Buddha's name while secretly accumulating magic power.
, said calmly.
"Of course it's possible. Let me tell you that the rules of the divine religion are to let you understand the benefits of joining my divine religion. You can kill them if you want, as you please!"
The leader of the demon sect said happily, "I don't care if you are from Dalin Temple or some Gusu sword sect. If our princess hadn't wanted to take you as a slave, I would have killed you with one blow. How could I be here with you?"
nonsense?"
"Add me as a slave?"
Fahai felt inexplicable and strange for a while. When he saw Murong Bingyan looking at him with playful eyes, his unknown fire suddenly rose and he shouted, "Ami, you are a Buddha. I, the poor monk, will take in you devil bastards first!"
"Buddha's light shines everywhere, it is bright for all ages, Nirvana is pure, Prajna is empty!!"
Along with the Sanskrit chant, the monk Fahai's robes automatically moved without wind, and his whole body shone brightly. The magic power that had been accumulated for a long time surged out, followed the mandala seal and turned into a rain of crystal swords all over the sky, and shot towards the people of the Moon Worship Sect.
, it is necessary to wear them into a sieve.
As soon as he points his finger, there is a rain of swords. This is Fa Hai's best skill, the magic power of Doro Sword Finger, which is called Jingzhe with a snap of his fingers!
"Unsheath!"
With a cold and tender scolding, Murong Bingyan also took action, and a green light shot out from the scabbard, turning into a straight rainbow, with bone-piercing frost, piercing towards the leader of the Moon Worship Sect.
Although Murong Bingyan's attack was not as powerful as Fahai's, the sword master's sword-control skills are known as one sword that can defeat all kinds of magic. Coupled with the ancient Qingshuang sword, in terms of attack power alone, Murong Bingyan's sword is still in the Fahai.
The scattered Doro sword pointed at Haina.
"The light of a grain of rice dares to compete with the bright moon? Red phosphorus ghost flame!!"
The leader of the Moon Worshiping Cult grinned disdainfully, and suddenly waved the red flag forward in his hand, dancing out a phosphorescent red cloud, mixed with the sound of faint thunder, and suddenly the sky became dark and the earth became dark, and ghosts cried and gods howled.
This red cloud of phosphorus fire met the countless sword rains shot by Fahai. In just a moment, it wrapped up the sword rain. The red cloud shrank and expanded, and the sword rain all over the sky disappeared without a trace.
"Eighth level magical power?!"
Experts will know if there is one as soon as they take action. As soon as the power of the red phosphorus ghost flame of the Devil's Cult Commander appeared, Fahai was sure that this demon Cult Commander with a face full of makeup was a dignified eighth-level master.
Seeing that the red phosphorus ghost flames swallowed up the sword rain and then wrapped around Murong Bingyan's flying sword again, Fahai hurriedly shouted at Murong Bingyan, "This is the eighth-grade magical power, quickly put the sword away!"
"Good devil, let's use the poor monk's technique to kill the evil with a snap of his fingers!!"
Taking advantage of the moment when Murong Bingyan closed the sword, Fa Hai gathered all his magic power and threw out a huge sword of telekinesis, which shot towards the red phosphorus ghost flame that was chasing the flying sword like a cruise missile. Then, without waiting for Murong Bingyan's flying sword,
Returning to the sheath, he picked her up forcefully by the waist, used a single thought to fly to the sky, and soared into the sky, fleeing towards the south at lightning speed.
Running away if you can't fight has always been Fahai's code of conduct. Although he has two hundred years of magic power and eighteen sandalwood beads in his hand, which is enough to fight to the death with this eighth-level demon sect commander, this kind of only
He wouldn't do stupid things that would bring about nothing but stir up a hornet's nest even if he were killed.
"Want to run away?" Seeing Fa Hai and the others escaping, the four demon sect disciples wanted to wave their flags and chase after them.
"No need to chase!"
The leader of the Worshiping Moon Sect stopped him with a sinister smile. After smiling, he looked at the sword of telekinesis that was struggling to escape in the red cloud of phosphorus fire. "A mere ninth-grade sword of telekinesis can actually defeat my eighth-grade magical power, which has only two decades of cultivation."
I have persisted for so long. This little monk is really not simple. No wonder the princess values him so much..."
"Commander, we let them go so easily. If the princess blames them, we can't afford it..."
"It doesn't matter, our seventy-two commanders in the south have laid a dragnet in Heifeng Ridge. Where can they go?" The commander said calmly, as if he had a chance to win, "Our mission this time is to brighten our sign. As for
Her Royal Highness the Princess has already considered how to take him in, so this is not what we need to know."
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Fa Hai's escape speed was astonishing. When he was flying with a person in his arms, he was three minutes faster than the flying sword behind him.
Murong Bingyan didn't know what it felt like to be forcibly held in Fahai's arms twice a day. She blamed herself for being too low in cultivation and complained about Fahai being too arrogant. She looked up at Fahai who looked determined, and
I feel like I shouldn't think this way, but...why does the big hand he puts on his hip always hold so tightly...
In short, Murong Bingyan was very conflicted in her heart. The only thing she could comfort herself with was that Fahai was a monk. Since he was a monk, he had nothing to lose. If he abided by the precepts, he would not be deliberately frivolous, right?
"Senior Brother Cang, please let me down. I can fly with a sword by myself."
After flying fifty miles away, Murong Bingyan finally spoke cowardly, but her tone was less cold and more resentful.