Ten minutes later.

In the sky above the place where the Qin Mansion disappeared, a long rainbow appeared, and the long rainbow dispersed, it was a middle-aged man, the middle-aged man looked at the old building below, empty, and his brows couldn't help frowning.

"The breath of those boys disappeared here, and it was strange that there was nothing. ”

This person is a Mahayana monk of the Lu family, belonging to the soul hall of the Lu family in the tenth immortal guard realm, after knowing that there was a problem with Lu Kai and the Lu Brigade Soul Lamp, he immediately rushed here.

After all, there are two cave void monks, one of whom is about to break through the tribulation, and he has lost his trace when he goes out on a mission, so he naturally needs to investigate and pursue it.

In fact, this Mahayana monk should feel fortunate in his heart, thanks to his late step, if he had been earlier, he would have died at the hands of those two shadows.

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

And at the same time.

Yuzhou Xiancheng.

The air was filled with a strong bloody aura, and the thousands of Soul Immortal Sect monks were already dead under the vertical and horizontal of the Canglan Sword, including the gray-haired old man, who was also pierced through the heart by the Changyun Sword, and died with unwillingness and misery in his eyes.

The moment these people saw the golden hoop stick, they were doomed to death, and Qin Feng would definitely not let these people spread the news of the 'Demon Monkey'.

And in the sky above the mountain forest, the golden enchantment ball released from the golden hoop stick still exists, and the black magic thunder is slowly disappearing, which shows that the power of this magic thunder is dissipating.

Qin Feng's expression was calm, he raised his hand towards the golden hoop stick, and in an instant, the golden enchantment was withdrawn, and the golden hoop rod flowed around, returned to Qin Feng's hand, turned into a thin needle, and disappeared into Qin Feng's ears again.

In the place where the golden rod was withdrawn, there was now a man in disarray, with tattered clothes, all covered in pitch black, and his hair more like a fried dog, as if he had just crawled out of the coal digger.

"You, you, you!!"

"Poof!"

Zhu Tongming's eyes were blood-red, he raised his hand and pointed at Qin Feng with his finger, and said a few words 'you' again and again, but the words behind this 'you' were not finished, and then a mouthful of old blood spurted out.

His aura was already languishing to the extreme, even if his cultivation was a quasi-saint subgrade, but at this moment, he couldn't even cast a small spell, and there was no difference between having it and not having it.

That thunderbolt seriously injured him to the brink of death.

"What? You don't like my baby?"

Qin Feng opened his mouth lightly, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, looking at Zhu Tongming, his figure appeared in front of Zhu Tongming in one step.

"I... I..."

Zhu Tongming was completely out of breath at this moment, Qin Feng came to him, and he was even more frightened and subconsciously took half a step back, it was this half step, almost didn't let him fall directly from this sky, he is now even unstable in the sky.

The corners of Qin Feng's mouth twitched slightly, and a cigarette roll appeared at the corner of his mouth at some point, spontaneously combusting without fire, and curling smoke rose and swirled in front of his eyes.

"You're out of luck. ”

Qin Feng said lightly, this is his sincere words, in this Yunshui Realm, this Zhu Tongming is a quasi-saint inferior monk, and he is also the left envoy of the Soul Immortal Division, which is enough to go sideways, and he does have arrogant capital, but it's a pity... He met Qin Feng.

"No, no... Nope..."

Zhu Tongming seemed to realize the meaning of this sentence, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he screamed loudly, his eyes showed a look of fear, after so many years, he finally went from a nameless monk to this point.

Only he can understand the hardships of this.

It was because of the hardship that he wanted to have it more durably.

He... He didn't want to die.

However, the things of this world are not what you want to do, you must think about it in advance and be enlightened before doing it... The cost of doing this.

Unfortunately, the cost of this matter chosen by Zhu Tongming is relatively high, that is... His life.

"Don't!!"

Zhu Tongming let out the last terrible scream, and this cry was also covered by the sound of swords of 'boom', 'boom', '...'.

Zhu Tongming turned his head with all his strength, and in his eyes, a blue Canglan sword was reflected.

Burst!

Poof!

Puff puff!

The sword pierced through the flesh and blood, one after another, and tens of thousands of Canglan swords, penetrating through Zhu Tongming's back heart with incomparable accuracy, and the vertical and horizontal sword qi left behind by the Canglan sword blew the dantian and Zhihai of this quasi-saint monk into ashes.

"I... I... I don't... Gan..."

Zhu Tongming stared at Qin Feng with a pair of eyes, and his hand that stretched out was stained with blood, wanting to grab Qin Feng, and at this time.

The last sword roared and roared.

Changyun Sword, with the wind and white sword qi, fell from the sky, straight down to Zhu Tong's tomorrow gate, from head to toe... Passing through in an instant.

The moment the sword passed, Zhu Tongming's pupils shrank sharply, and his expression... Gradually dispersed, and the dead could not die again.

The lifeless body fell backwards, like a stone, and fell at a rapid speed.

Bang!

smashed into this mountain forest and became one of the many corpses, the dead quasi-saint monk was not much different from ordinary people.

Qin Feng just glanced at it lightly, and then all the Canglan Swords were withdrawn into his body, and the Changyun Sword was also put away.

Killing someone, killing a person, killing a hundred, a thousand, ten thousand, there is no difference for Qin Feng, he has already become insensitive.

The death of these Soul Immortal Sect Sect cultivators, Qin Feng's expression did not change, the corner of his mouth was holding a cigarette, and he glanced at Zhu Bajie in the mountains and forests below, without saying hello, nor entering the Immortal City, turning into a sword rainbow and galloping away.

"Counting the time, it's about the same. ”

Qin Feng's next trip is Jiangzhou City, he previously left the deer brigade that had been sealed and repaired in the Qin Mansion to let Zuo Yingjie and Nangong Fan vent their anger, and now that so long has passed, the anger is almost vented, that deer brigade is a cave monk after all, Zuo Yingjie and Nangong Fan are just mortals, they can't deal with it at all, they still have to solve it themselves.

In the mountains and forests and grasses, Zhu Bajie jumped up from the grass violently, looked up at the back of Qin Feng who left without saying hello, and a pair of pig eyes showed helplessness: "Second uncle, where are you going to go to the dead monkey?!"

"Dead monkey!"

Roaring at the sky, he was really angry, Zhu Bajie turned his head and walked leisurely in the direction of the fairy city, anyway, he didn't know what to do, it was better to go to this fairy city to enjoy the blessings.

In the eye... Swept up a touch of obscenity.

"Hey, hey, hey~"

But he remembers...

There are many beautiful young ladies in this fairy city, and they... But they all like him as a little white pig, especially... It's his pig ass.

(End of chapter)