At the moment of touching the child, the palm of the hand instantly went numb, and then a palm struck up, the palm wind was opposite, and he only saw the scenery around him quickly retreat.

After the numbness, there is an indescribable sharp pain.

The Kunlun nun on the opposite side looked at her with a heavy gaze, full of anger, even without any prior preparation, the power of the Tibetan God Monk's blow was enough to make him lose half of his life.

Are you going to be caught?" he thought to himself, but in an instant, he felt a chill in his body, and a cool feeling passed through his body, and he looked down and was a little stunned when he saw the bloody blade.

Bloody...... The blade of the knife crossed his mud pill palace, and the Yuan Shen was instantly shattered, and when he turned around, he saw Mo Xingdao's cold eyes, and then with the bustling shout, the expression on Mo Xingdao's face immediately became stunned, as if he was frightened, as if the blow was completely unexpected by him.

The expression on Mo Xingdao's face changed little by little in his eyes, and he saw Mo Xingdao's panicked appearance, as if he couldn't believe it: "I, I didn't expect it to be eastbound......! This...... How's that okay?"

On the side, Mo Xingjiu stretched out his hand and patted Mo Xingdao, comforting him: "You are also unintentional, don't worry!"

Deceive, deceive, you planned to attack me early in the morning! You two old immortals, hum, fortunately, I have already given away the things in my hand! You will regret it, Penglai treats him unkindly, he treats Penglai unjustly, even if he dies, it will not make you feel better!

With the last bit of resentment, he fell!

Jia Jia's eyes looked at what happened at this moment with heavy eyes, and turned thoughtful.

She was so angry that she slapped Mo Dongxing, but that palm would not kill Mo Dongxing, but she didn't expect him to hit Mo Dongxing's knife.

This mending knife ...... It's a bit unexpected.

There were a lot of things that happened at that moment, and she didn't pay close attention to the future, but did she bump into it so coincidentally? Jia Jia glanced at the panicked Mo Xingdao, and comforted him, making it clear that Mo Xing Jiu would not pursue. It may indeed be a coincidence, but it may not be a coincidence, but it doesn't have much to do with her, every sect has some such things, and she can't control Penglai's affairs.

Many monks rushed to hear the news, Jia Jia glanced at it, there were real people of the Dao, several monks of the Mo family, including Mo Wuji, Mo Qingjue, etc., although the incident happened suddenly, some people can't imagine, but who can blame this matter? Maybe it was an accident, but Jia Jia thought that Mo Xingjiu and the others must have acquiesced to seeing this accident happen. Sooner or later, outsiders will ruin the foundation of a faction, Jia Jia knows this truth, and Shizun also knows it, so although they feel that Wei Tan is too ruthless, they can't blame Wei Tan. Lang Kunlun, clear rewards and punishments, hundreds of thousands of years of inheritance of door rules, countless management methods are the run-in of generations of ancestors Kunlun monks, but even so, the leader of the righteous path is still inevitable such a thing. The seventeen islands of the East China Sea, among these monks of the East China Sea, who are mainly from the big families on the islands, how can they be exempt from vulgarity.

Jia Jia just glanced at it a few times, and then withdrew her gaze, she would not get involved in Penglai's affairs.

Mo Xingdao glanced at Mo Xingjiu on the side, and just now, at the moment when Mo Dongxing's surprise attack was knocked away, he and the nineteenth brother glanced at each other, and quickly understood the deep meaning in the other party's gaze, and drew the knife.

What he and his nineteenth brother did could not escape the verbal criticism of some monks who had seen through this scene, and what they did was done, so what did they regret? There was blood of the same clan on the knife, and they wanted to repay it, he was not afraid, and they came at him, but he did not regret it. Today's Mo Dongxing steals the collection, disgusted with the same clan, if he doesn't seem to die, one day, the Ju clan will plant a big heel in his hands.

Mo Wuji hurried over and walked to Mo Dongxing's side, this look, he was a little unbearable after all, reached out and covered Mo Dongxing's face with a weird smile, and gently stroked it, making him close his eyes.

Some children of the Mo family had already stepped forward to check the storage magic weapon that Mo Dongxing carried with him.

"The collection is not on him!"

"He's got a voice jade slip here!"

"What did you say?" Mo Xingjiu frowned and looked over, and before he could finish speaking, the voice of Yu Jian had already come out.

""Penglai Three Uniques has been received, you can rest assured, this seat will soon have someone to pick you up!"

The tips of Jia Jia's ears moved slightly, and her voice was a little familiar.

Before she could think of whose voice it was, the voice of the real person of the Transformation Dao had already sounded: "Fang Ren!"

"It's broken!" Mo Xingjiu was extremely angry, his momentum was high, even the out-of-body monk Mo Xingdao who was standing next to him was also stumbling, and he almost fell to the ground, and many of the juniors on the side had been blown to the ground.

Mo Wuji, who was still a little unbearable, was extremely ugly on his face: Penglai Three Uniques is his top three sets of exercises in Penglai, and the third one has reached the legendary heavenly level, it can be said that the biggest lifeline of Penglai in the entire East China Sea lies here!

Mo Wuji only felt that his mind was in a trance for a moment, the sky was spinning, his throat was wet, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and he slowly fell down.

"Oh, Wuji went mad. Mo Xingjiu's face changed greatly, and he hurriedly took a white pill and pinched Mo Wuji's chin, fed it, and beckoned, "Eighteen brothers, take Wuji to find medical repair." ”

The situation in front of him became chaotic as Mo Wuji fell. "Penglai Three Uniques" out of Penglai, Jia Jia raised her head, looking at the gloomy, dense clouds of the sky, Mo Xingjiu's starting point she can imagine, and understands, but I'm afraid that hundreds of years of retreat, no matter how good Mo Xingjiu's control and acuity are, there are some calculation deviations, either don't move Mo Dongxing, if you want to move, you have to be ruthless, maybe he is scrupling about Mo Wuji's mood, maybe there is a bit of love after all, a soft shot, the tiger returns to the mountain, even if the tiger is dead now, but he has already sent "Penglai Three Uniques" out of Penglai.

The scene in front of him was chaotic, the sky was gloomy, but there was a lonely cloud coming out, gradually squeezing out the black curtain, the sun and the moon came out of the mountain, the sky and the earth were clear, Jia Jia stretched out his hand to feel the baptism of the aura of heaven and earth, "creak" A small sound of opening the door sounded, and a teenager with a little muddy face walked out of the house.

Although it was a little dirty, the little boy's eyes were burning and bright as stars.

The Donghai monk was in a mess at the moment, and only Hua Dao and Mo Xingjiu glanced at this side, and at this glance, there was a little clarity in his heart: This kid has built a foundation.

And the situation of that lonely cloud coming out of Xiuxiu is only noticed by a few people.