The courtyard was dead silent, but there was a strange sense of peace, the wind blew the river, and it was indescribably clean and serene.

Mu Yunle suddenly came back to his senses, sighed, stepped up, hugged the crumbling Meng Qi, and asked with concern, "Master, master, are you okay?"

Her gaze wandered on Meng Qi's chest, only to see that the wound was hideous, the flesh and blood were all black, the long sword condensed by light disappeared, and the heart was directly penetrated, but there was not a drop of blood spilling out, and there was no sign of healing, which was terrifying and inexplicable.

"Can't die. Meng Qi smiled slightly, his face was calm, there seemed to be a few vicissitudes of wrinkles engraved in the corners of his eyes, and there seemed to be something hidden in the depths of his eyes, like layers of buried emotions.

Hearing that Master Zhending's tone and voice were normal, Mu Yunle quietly breathed a sigh of relief, and subconsciously looked ahead, that is, the position where the Taoist of Killing had originally stood, and said familiarly: "Master, she, why is she crying?"

What life-saving grace, what enmity and hatred are inseparable, let her think about it, and boldly open her mouth when she grasps the entry point.

"Get out of the cage, your body and mind are pure, how can you not burst into tears?" Meng Qi's breathing was slightly heavy, and his injuries were indeed very serious, but his tone was still so flat.

Mu Yunle glanced back, only to feel that Master Zhending seemed to be a little more relaxed, and the withering was getting better and better, but the feeling of being buried deep was even heavier.

"Because this sword dissolves hatred?" she thought about it and couldn't get a sword to resolve the deep hatred, unless the two sides were already entangled in love and hatred!

Well, most likely!

Meng Qi's gray monk's robe became more and more dim, and there was a feeling of a broken candle in the wind: "There is a monster hidden in her body, prompting her killing intent, giving her the power to kill, and then nourishing herself with her killing intent and harvested life, regardless of whether she wants it or not." ”

She wanted to control it, but she couldn't control it, and she couldn't stop killing when she called herself quitting killing. This sword is a return to the poor monk, and it is revenge for her, and since then the grievances have been eliminated, and the killing intent has entered the body of the poor monk, and the monster will leave on its own if it is not warmed. ”

Mu Yunle deeply felt that the Master Zhending who had repaid the kindness had changed a lot, if it was a broken temple, how could he talk so much to himself? Although he was still tired and sad, at least he was not so dead and silent!

She asked curiously, "What is that monster?"

"It's the same thing as the Demon Emperor's claws. Meng Qi's face turned pale, and it seemed that the blood around his body was being sucked into the wound. But the tone is still Gujing Wubo.

Mu Yunle's eyes widened suddenly, something like the Demon Emperor's claw, isn't it a peerless divine weapon?

Why didn't Master Zhending snatch it over?

Bah, bah, what to take, the Demon Emperor has to suppress the pollution of the Demon Emperor's claws, if the senior monks of the Zhending Master generation are in charge of such a killing sword, wouldn't it be bad for half a lifetime of Qing cultivation, a lifetime of martial arts?

Knock, knock, knock. Meng Qi's penetrated heart was still beating slowly but firmly, and he seemed to have finally eased up, and said, "Master Mushi, please help the poor monk leave Licheng." ”

"Ah...... Okay!" Mu Yunle was stunned for a moment. hurriedly helped Meng Qi to walk back.

Being injured by the Killing Sword Sword Intent of the Peerless Divine Soldier rank is no less than being directly hit by the Divine Soldier, Master Zhending's injury must be very serious, and he risked his life. It is also necessary to repay this kindness and end this cause and effect, which really has a bit of Buddha's compassion. Or the chivalrous spirit of happiness and revenge.

When he was young, he must have been a strange man who had revenge and revenge, and was never afraid of hardship and danger!

And why is such a character sad and disheartened, and the green light ancient Buddha?

As he walked forward, Mu Yunle's eyes wandered, and he asked casually, "Master, why do you want to become a monk?"

The question was very tactful.

Then she sensed that Master Zhending's eyes were slightly raised, looking at the sky, and there was a sigh in his eyes like seeing through the world, as if he was self-deprecating and sighed:

"Before, the poor monk thought that man would conquer the sky, but later he finally understood that it was fate that was strong. ”

It is destiny that is strong...... Mu Yunle tasted too much helplessness, too much despair, too much depression from this sentence, making himself feel so uncomfortable that he felt terrible, shouldn't such a once powerful big man be full of self-confidence, and only feel that everything is under control?

She panicked in her heart, and couldn't help but speak: "Master Zhending, don't think like this, although many times fate makes people helpless and can't resist, but there is a glimmer of life in the sky, fate has a way to overcome after all, you don't see that the road is difficult, and there are also Dao Zun and Buddha who are truly detached?"

Mu Yunle is in the stage of vitality, and he believes that man will conquer the sky, so he fiercely Mengqi with Daozun and Buddha.

Meng Qi didn't speak again, relying on Mu Yunle's support, and slowly walked towards the city gate.

After a long time, when the city gate was about to close, in front of the small riverside courtyard where the killing was lived, a blood light suddenly leaked out from the void, condensing into a vague figure, as if it was a blood sea rakshasa again!

He looked around, frowned slightly, and said to himself:

"He did come here, but long since left......"

I'm a step too late!

Between himself and the mad knife, it is like being tricked by fate, there is always an invisible interval to block, even if you exhaust the means and find the most correct trace, you still have to be one step behind!

............

Out of Licheng, Mu Yunle supported Master Zhending along the official road, feeling that this experience was more exciting than ever.

She knew that Master Zhending had lived in seclusion in the barren mountains and ancient temples for many years, and she definitely didn't know much about today's situation, so she opened her mouth lightly and chattered all kinds of anecdotes about the rivers and lakes.

Although Master Zhending didn't answer, he didn't stop either, hehe, he must be happy to listen. Mu Yunle was complacent as he spoke.

When you get acquainted, you can slowly peek into the story of Master Zhending.

After walking for a while, the sky was getting dark, considering that Master Zhending was seriously injured, if he encountered a demon beast, he was afraid that he would not be able to deal with it, Mu Yunle looked left and right, his spirit merged with heaven and earth, and quickly spread, taking into account the nearby situation in order to find out the place to sleep at night.

Suddenly, she leaned back slightly, her spirit stinged, and the spirit that spread out was attacked.

"Oops, the road is narrow!" At the same time as being attacked, she recognized the identity of the other party, the three murderers of Beihu!

The newly rising masters of the Southern Wilderness are all half-step scenes of normal breakthroughs, and they are said to have an inextricable relationship with the Bloody Clothes Sect!

I once encountered them once, when two of the three murderers had not broken through, and they were defeated by themselves with fast and slow, divided by swordsmanship, and defeated hard, leaving each with an eye, but unfortunately, after all, with one enemy and three, the strength was not caught, and they could not kill them.

"Haha, isn't this the 'Jade Sword' Mu Nuxia?" Three figures rushed out of the forest, and surrounded the two of them when Mu Yunle was a little slow to support Meng Qi.

The three murderers looked serious, and they could even be called good, but they were each blind in one eye, and their hateful eyes were aimed at Mu Yunle, which was extremely terrifying.

The head of the three murderers glanced at Meng Qi, only to feel that his breath was weak and not worth mentioning, so he immediately settled down, raised his head and laughed: "Mu Yunle, Mu Yunle, it's really a way in heaven that you don't go, and there is no way to break in from hell, you have to protect the injured monk, and you have just entered the unity of heaven and man, are you sure that you will fight against three again?"

"Mu Yunle, Shuyu Lingxiu, a number of beauties in this generation of rivers and lakes, this figure and appearance are really fascinating, wait a minute, don't say that my brother doesn't hurt you!" The second of the three murderers licked his lips.

The third child said with a smile: "Your Yuanyang Yuan Heroine is hiding in the valley and is blocked by the Venerable Ten Thousand Insects, and sooner or later she will end up like you!"

"Yuan Nuxia was found by the Bloody Clothes Sect?" Mu Yunle was in the world, not making waves, not being affected by foul language, his thoughts flashed, thinking about the current situation.

If you are alone, it may not be a dead end in front of you, and there is still a chance to live after death, but Master Zhending is seriously injured.

The three murderers are also old rivers and lakes, and after venting and disturbing the enemy's mind, they suddenly moved, moving from three directions.

One person held a sword, turned into a match, condensed the sword qi, and slashed at Mu Yunle from afar, one person attracted the grass and trees, and ten thousand "swords" were fired together, and the figure of one person disappeared and escaped into the ground, waiting for the opportunity.

Mu Yunle was about to draw his sword, when he suddenly heard three screams, the light in front of him disappeared, the three murderers fell to the ground, the boss was pierced by the ten thousand swords turned into grass and trees, the second crotch had a thin sword pierced through the body, the third half embedded in the ground, the body was divided into two by the sword qi, and they were all too dead to die.

"This ......" Mu Yunle's mouth was half open, as if he was dreaming.

It's the first time she has encountered such a strange thing, why did the other party suddenly kill each other?

"Lord Mushi, bury them in the forest and erase their traces. Meng Qi's voice rang in her ears.

Yes, it's Master Zhending! Mu Yunle Huo Ran turned his head and looked at Meng Qi, only to see that his face was withered and indifferent, his eyes were like ancient wells, and he was so tired that nothing seemed to arouse his interest.

It's a great way to do it!

Before, whether it was the Joyful Bodhisattva or the Taoist who quit killing, they were actually too far away from Mu Yunle, there was an illusory feeling, and Meng Qi didn't really make a move, so she knew that Master Zhending was very strong, stronger than her master, but she never implemented it, and now the three murderers are familiar enemies, and their way of death made Mu Yunle truly realize that the Master Zhending in front of him was unfathomable!

"It's amazing, you can do this kind of thing if you're seriously injured...... Mu Yunle's heart beat a little faster, he took a deep breath, and hurriedly destroyed the corpse.

After doing it, she suddenly looked forward to Ai Ai, because she wanted to ask Master Zhending to save Yuan Nuxia, but Master Zhending was seriously injured and could deal with the half-step exterior scene, but she may not be able to help the grandmaster, this is too difficult!

At this time, she heard Master Zhending say in a low voice: "Let's go, go south, and go to meet Yuanyang." ”

"Meet Yuanyang?" Mu Yunle was half surprised and half puzzled, and hurriedly helped Master Zhending to the south.

Does he know Yuan Nuxia?

............

In a few moments, a blood-colored light seemed to flash out of nowhere, penetrating through the layers of void, it was the Blood Sea Rakshasa!

He paused for a moment, then chose to head north, chasing the mad knife.

It is fate that is strong. (To be continued......)