Zhan Hong's tears stiffened, and he turned back in shock, but he saw that the restaurant was full of people, but it seemed to be an instinct of the body, and the person was not among the people behind him.

With the man's departure, the timely rain gradually stopped, and the tired monks got up one after another to continue their unfinished journey. "This timely rain is not in vain, this cup of Xuanshui nine days of wine" This words are still in the ear, the great magic monk has the ability to move mountains and seas, calling the wind and calling the rain, of course, moving the mountains and seas here, calling the wind and calling the rain is not simply a change of spells, but as it is now, it is really raining from the sky.

Zhan Hong's tears only felt that today's experience was far beyond her imagination in the past, like a dream, and only a pigeon-egg-sized pill on the palm of her hand reminded her that everything was not nothing, but a fact.

A mountain is even higher, and there are not a few hidden masters in this world.

Zhan Hong couldn't help but sigh lightly with tears in his eyes, and put away the Great Guangzeng Spirit Pill.

The Jia Jia and Zhan Hong's tears blinked almost at the same time, waking up from the chaos. The joy of advancement comes as soon as it is double.

Ziqiao was beaming, but Jia Jia didn't have time to rejoice, but looked down at the tea cup in his hand: it was obviously ordinary tea, but it turned into wine at some point. And she was unconscious, her brows furrowed slightly, and she didn't know what kind of cultivation could make her born with too many ordinary senses to even notice it.

Carefully turning the teacup in her hand, a fine light flashed through her mind, she put down the teacup and looked at her palm: the slender palm on weekdays was stained with a few lines of ink and wash writing on the palm of the fly's head: after many years, a cup of Xuanshui was given to you for nine days. The Far South, the Magma.

Liu Mei unconsciously raised a subtle arc: the magma guest of the extreme south. Who else is there besides Shaoxin? Sure enough, the magic circle is full of anger. For Shaoxin, who has a spatial spiritual root. But it's not that hard.

The spring rain outside has stopped. I don't know when a beautiful rainbow bridge has been erected above the stratus clouds in the sky, and the beauty is fascinating.

The monks who were left behind by the rain got up one after another and continued to move forward, and Jia Jia and the others also followed the direction of the flow of people and drove forward again.

In the center of the land of China, a vast plain, with birds singing and flowers all year round, and hundreds of beasts are everywhere. However, this scene is beautiful, but it has a palpitating name: the Plains of Ten Thousand Beasts.

Human cultivation and demon cultivation have been destined to be inseparable from each other since they were born. In the struggle of hundreds of thousands of years, although human cultivation finally overwhelmed demon cultivation with his excellent wisdom, it seemed that the checks and balances of the rules of heaven and earth could not be exhausted after all. However, although the demon cultivator does not have to destroy the clan, he cannot escape the fate of being hunted. Plain of Ten Thousand Beasts: The largest gathering place for demon cultivators, and also the largest training ground for monks.

At this time, it is the spring of March, and the scenery along the way, the grass is as green as a green carpet, and the wildflowers are dotted on it, but it is a fresh and natural beauty and exquisiteness. Heaven and earth are blankets, and nature's handwriting is magical.

It is in this spring March, which is suitable for walking. A group of plain-clothed monks marched steadily from the entrance of the Ten Thousand Beasts Plain, and although they restrained their might, they did not hide their cultivation.

There was a good thing that the monk was frightened by this line of monks, and his curiosity rose, and he couldn't stop it, so he quietly observed the cultivation of this line of monks with a magic weapon.

A rough sweep made the monk of that good deed not even know that the magic weapon in his hand had fallen to the ground.

A line of monks: The minimum cultivation should also be in the Jindan period, and there are not a few in the Yuan Infant Period, the Out-of-Body Period, and even the Tibetan God Period.

The clothes on the monks in this line are not the same, in addition to the ones who can't see the calendar, there are also a lot of clothes that can only be worn by inner disciples in Kunlun and Shushan.

There was a waiter who couldn't bear the curiosity to follow him, but after following for a while, he was invited by the monk to go out of the country with a gentle and elegant attitude: "Kunlun, Shushan business, please avoid." ”

However, no matter how elegant the posture was, the arrogance that could not be denied in the words still surprised everyone who was following them, and they hurriedly retreated to the side.

But seeing that the first group of monks are all tall and jade, their faces are handsome or flat, but they are all in the state of dragons and phoenixes among people, only one female cultivator in a green shirt, her eyes are rolling, although her appearance is beautiful, she is only a little lacking in confidence among a group of monks.

This green-shirted female cultivator is none other than the reed that resembles a leaf.

At this moment, she was following a monk in a wide robe and black robe, answering without a stubble.

"This time, if I Kunlun and Shushan can surround that person, I will definitely make a contribution to you. The black-robed monk who spoke pursed his lips, smiled at the corners of his lips, and said with a comfortable expression.

It is none other than Qin Ya, the first seat of Kunlun Tibetan Sword Peak, known as the Tibetan Sword Gentleman.

The nun nodded busily, blinked, and replied.

Qin Ya nodded, her expression unchanged.

The group went straight into the depths of the Ten Thousand Beasts Plain, and the population decreased, and soon, there was only this line of monks left within a radius of ten miles.

When walking, it was like a maze, and I don't know how long it took to walk, and the group finally stopped, and some monks' eyes lit up, and they shouted: "There are dozens of Yuanying monks in front of me." ”

Needless to say, everyone stopped, and their power was not reduced, forcing the dozens of Yuanying monks to appear.

The aura of the dozens of monks who appeared can be described as a mixture of dragons and snakes, between the good and the demon, and there are not many in the world that can gather dozens of primordial monks who are between the right and the devil. The corners of Qin Ya's lips hooked: "You are the one who is the lord?"

With his voice, the eyes of the group of cultivators behind him lit up, and they stared at the dozens of monks eagerly, looking at that gaze, which was no different from looking at a group of lambs in their mouths.

Surrounded by so many monks, the dozens of Yuanying monks were not afraid to laugh, and the first one lightly hooked his index finger, but when he saw that the green-shirted female cultivator who was still beside Qin Ya just now, she had already walked behind her in an instant: "Lu Di, you did a good job." We will certainly report this matter to the Lord, and we should credit you for it. ”

Lu Di's face was scornful, and he looked up and secretly glanced at Qin Ya opposite, then immediately shrunk his neck, lowered his head, and looked at his fingertips silently.

Of course, if she didn't have a weak heart or simply held up her courage, she would find that Qin Ya did not have any displeasure on her face, but her eyes looked around coldly, and as one of the dozens of Yuanying monks struck her two palms softly, she saw that there were nearly a hundred monks around, the lowest cultivation was in Jindan, and the highest was out of the body and hidden gods.

It seems that he has long known that among the Kunlun and Shushan monks in this line, Qin Ya may not be the most powerful, but he is the one who really makes the decision. The man chuckled, "Do you think Lu Di really voted for you?

When the words fell, he heard Qin Ya chuckle, but the Kunlun and Shushan monks who showed chaos on their faces were quiet in unison, and the chaos on their faces disappeared again, replaced by a solemn look to meet the enemy.

The smile on his face was even worse when such a monk who had been instilled with pedantic and righteous ideas wanted to fight his way out.

But hearing this, Qin Ya suddenly let out a leisurely voice: "If you and others are not brought in, how can it be a real turtle in the urn?" After a pause, he looked around with a pair of sharp eyes, "Most of the master's men have arrived this time to catch me! The plan is good, why don't you try Qin and your plan?"

The faces of the monks who were mixed with righteousness and demons changed slightly, and they felt that the vibrations under their feet came from far and near, and a large group of righteous monks gathered from the periphery of the entire Ten Thousand Beasts Plain. The monk who led the group of cultivators cultivated was in the infancy of the Yuan Dynasty, with an ordinary appearance, and the only thing that was bottomless and gloomy was his eyes.

The man grinned and looked at Qin Ya: "First seat, is it a coincidence that Zhu Xingyuan came?"

Qin Ya's chin twitched slightly.

How could the group of Yuanying monks who were surrounded not understand that they had fallen into the dangerous tricks of others? Their faces were extremely ugly, and under their anger, they used their palms with force, and they actually struck the hearts of Lu Di, who was uneasy and frightened on the side, with lightning speed.

Lu Di just became a Dan, and he never expected that this person would suddenly vent in anger, but he never dodged, he never showed mercy when he hit him angrily, and the result can be imagined, and his soul was destroyed.

Qin Ya's eyes turned, and a trace of compassion flashed in her eyes: even if he didn't want to accept an apprentice at the beginning, it was a mixture of conspiracies and tricks from the beginning, Lu Di himself was not strong, and he turned against each other three times and twice, but in the end, he was his own apprentice, and he always couldn't bear to see her end like this. In the original plan, if this person did not make a move, even if he caught her in the last place, he did not intend to take her life, but he didn't expect that "the grass on the wall, the roots are not strong, and it will eventually be uprooted by two roots" actually became a prophecy.

However, the situation in front of him did not allow him to think nonsense at all, Qin Ya waved his hand, and faced the red-eared cultivators under the furious spirit, and gently spit out a word in his mouth: "Kill!"

One day, the righteous monk will be able to uproot that man's henchmen, and the dawn will already be in sight.

The bloody wind and rain on the plain of ten thousand beasts, Jia Jia and the others naturally didn't know, they just watched and walked all the way, experienced along the way, and walked leisurely towards Kunlun.

Thousands of miles of clouds and moons, finally at the feet, the three of them returned, swept away the dust on their faces, and stepped into Kunlun, just like a wanderer who went out to return to his hometown.

All the way forward, entering the inner peak, on the Yunshui embankment, saying goodbye to the two of them with red tears, and going straight to Tai'a. Before he stepped on the Tibetan Sword Peak, he saw a person hanging down from a huge tree in front of the Yunshui Causeway, and when he saw her, his eyes wandered, and he chuckled: "Yo, you two have had an adventure?

Jia Jia bowed his head: "All real people." Ziqiao called and replied honestly: "The disciple just got an epiphany." ”

But seeing that Zhu Xingyuan bowed slightly, he turned over and jumped on the ground with the upside-down golden hook, and waved his hand: "You go!"

Although this "you go" did not name names, whether it was Jia Jia or Ziqiao, they all knew that this "you go" was talking about Ziqiao.

Ziqiao Fu bowed again and turned to leave.

Zhu Xingyuan restrained the smile on his face, and said to her seriously: "I am going to tell you bad news. You have to hold on, don't be too sad. ”

Jia Jia was stunned for a moment, and looked at him with round eyes.

Zhu Xingyuan coughed dryly: "Your poor little junior sister Lu Di has fallen." (To be continued......)