Under the pouring rain, outside a small circular valley, three figures stood on their feet.

Such a rainstorm, a rain column so thick that it is no less than a child's arm, smashing on the head of ordinary people, is tantamount to flying stones out of the sky.

I didn't see how they behaved, and when the rain fell, it was like an invisible light shield blocking it, and it couldn't touch them at all, and even their feet were also dry, and it was very abrupt on the muddy ground like Zeguo.

"Hey!"

"What are you two outsiders mixed in?"

"This is our own business, and we don't need you outsiders to interfere. ”

In the sound of the rain, a light voice suddenly sounded.

It was a young monk in his twenties and thirties, who was fairly well-looking, and well-dressed, with every corner embroidered with gorgeous gold lace.

It's a pity that this person is both powdered and incense, and he doesn't look like a decent person, and his eyes are always wandering and have no focus, which destroys his image.

At the mention of Broken Mountain City, the oily-haired young man finally fixed his gaze for the first time and looked at the other two monks.

However, this contemplation is even more disgusting, that condescending attitude, as if a glance is charity, "Hmph!"

"Boy, do you want to die?"

As soon as the young monk's words fell, a cold snort suddenly sounded, followed by Sen Ran's tone, which would not make people doubt the meaning of his words.

The young monk glared angrily at first, and then his gaze couldn't help but dodge in a habitual manner.

The other party was a monk of no age, his face and hair were pale, and there seemed to be no flesh on his face, but the skin was covered with bones, and it looked like a skull.

Especially his eyes, from time to time, flashing green light, just like the ghost fire in the mass grave, people can't help but panic when they see it.

Looking down, he saw a wide black robe, enveloping his tall and thin frame, and occasionally a breeze blew, the black robe was tightly attached to his body, and the traces of ribs could be faintly seen.

Where is this human being? It is clearly a living skeleton.

This strange appearance, coupled with the expression of the yin owl, and the words of Sen Ran, made the young monk timid for a while, and he did not dare to speak.

Soon, he reacted again, as if ashamed of his previous cowardice, and shouted angrily:

"You're the one who wants to die!"

"Master, I'll let you hillbillies see the power of the mountain-breaking monk today!"

As soon as he said that, several round, walnut-sized earthy yellow balls fell into his hand and were about to be thrown.

The black-robed monk sneered, and also took out a flag and held it in his hand, looking like you are coming, which made the young monk even more angry, and the earthy yellow ball in his hand was magnificent, and a violent aura rose up.

"Two brothers, two brothers, there is something to say!"

Just as the two of them were tense, another short and fat monk repeatedly persuaded him.

This man looks middle-aged, his fat body is almost invisible to his neck, and there is a huge head on it, and there is no grass, and the oil is shiny, even in this dim rainy night, it also reflects the light from time to time.

"We're all here to kill the beasts, so why bother hurting the peace?"

"Wait, it's up to each person. ”

The words of the short and fat monk can be regarded as holding the middle, and this person is also kind, the words of the young monk before, but he also scolded him together, and he can not fall into the well, and beat the black-robed monk together, even if it is good, let alone come forward to persuade him.

"Humph!"

"Get out of here!"

It's a pity that his kindness is regarded as a donkey's liver and lungs, sandwiched between the two of them, and he feels a burst of invisible pressure, obviously the two of them may make a move at any time, looking at their mean and frivolous appearance and a yin owl's ruthless appearance, I am afraid that I will not scruple about him when I move.

The Humpty Fat Monk had no choice but to smile bitterly, and had to avoid it, and if he took another step in the evening, maybe the persuader would go up to fight.

Sure enough, as soon as he got out of the way, the dense cloud qi turned into a tiger-like giant beast, and it was the black-robed monk who struck first.

In the body of the cloudy beast, the ghost cries, and the shadow of the silent humanoid flickered, as if it was formed by the aggregation of countless yin spirits.

Before the giant beast pounced, a cold aura had already enveloped the young monk, and at the same time, there was a throbbing in his heart, as if the whole person was about to be torn into countless pieces and eaten by an unknown number of ghosts.

His face turned white, and then he let out a strange scream, and with a wave of his hand, the round ball that had been exuding a brilliance like the earth suddenly flew out of his hand.

Although this ball is the size of a walnut, three or five of them are stuffed into the palms of the hands, but compared to the cloud giant beast in front of them, it is naturally nothing, and it is not enough to even plug the teeth!

Under the shadow of terror, the earthy yellow balls flickered and disappeared, like moths to a fire, and threw themselves straight into the mouth of the cloudy beast.

"Burst Explosion ......"

A flush flashed across the young monk's face, and he shouted in unison.

Before the words fell, the earth-shattering roar sounded, faintly echoing with the thunder in the sky, and the momentum was so great that it was a rain curtain in the sky, and it was also avoided.

At the same time as the roar sounded, several clouds of earthy yellow light burst out in the body of the Yin Cloud Giant Beast, and immediately tore apart everything, and the huge giant beast split into countless parts, but it was not fatally harmed, but it just turned into countless Yin Spirits and scattered.

"Five Thunder Sect, Earth Divine Thunder!"

The black-robed monk was stunned for a moment, and quickly returned to normal, as if he did not put the three major sects of the Broken Mountain City in his eyes, and for a while, the flags and banners were fierce, ready to go.

At this moment, whether it was the short and fat bald monk who was helpless to watch the battle, or the black-robed man and the young monk who were like fighting cocks, they all paused and looked back at the sky.

Following their gaze, at the junction of heaven and earth, a red light flashed, breaking through everything and with an unstoppable power.

The whistling sound, as soon as it reached the ears, the person who came carried an infinite flame, like a meteor, fell in front of the small valley.

In an instant, the brilliance was retracted, and outside the three of them, there was already an extra Xuanyi monk with red light all over his body.

It's Zhang Fan!

As soon as he landed, Zhang Fan's gaze suddenly swept over the bodies of the three people in the field.

Just in the distance, he could vaguely see the movement here, and naturally knew that they were not dealing with it, afraid that they were fighting, but so what, he didn't move, just stood in the middle of the field, as if he was not worried about being affected.

"Boy, get out of the way for your grandfather. ”

"If not, don't blame your ghost grandpa for cleaning up with you. ”

Among the three, the black-robed monk was the first to react, the previous Yin Cloud Giant Beast was caught off guard, and was shattered by the young monk's Earth Divine Thunder, his heart was really full of anger, and he couldn't wait to vent it, and fed the Five Thunder Sect monk to the Yin Spirit, and he spoke very politely.

Zhang Fan was quite loud when he appeared, but when he saw that he was the same as him, they were all monks in the middle stage of foundation building, so he didn't care, and as soon as he finished speaking, he didn't look at it anymore, but his face was hideous, licking his lips and looking at the young monk's body, as if he could already see that the other party was crying and begging for mercy under the devouring of the ghost.

"Huh?"

A hint of discoloration flashed on Zhang Fan's face.

Originally, he didn't want to get involved in their affairs, but the black-robed monk spoke too politely.

If that's it, he won't necessarily make a big move, but ...... Zhang Fan's gaze swept over the gloomy soul in the sky, and then he frowned, and stared at the black-robed monk's body, especially on the banner in his palm, and the appearance like a white bone skeleton.

Feeling his gaze, the black-robed monk smiled and said, "What, you also want to do something with your ghost grandfather?"

Zhang Fan turned a deaf ear to his words, just looked directly into his eyes indifferently, and said, "Under the White Bone Gate?"

This black-robed monk, whether it is his appearance, magic weapons, or means of driving the yin spirit, is similar to the one he received in front of the Faxiang Zongfang City a year ago.

No matter how you look at it, he is walking the same path as the dwarf who died at his hands, and I am afraid that he is also the descendant of the White Bone True Monarch.

The reason why I have to ask more, but because the three heavy city monks of the White Bone City series should all rebuild the ruins on the land of Qinzhou at this time, how can there be any fish that have slipped through the net?

"Not bad!"

"Grandpa is the disciple of the White Bone True Monarch. ”

"If you're afraid, get out of the way for grandpa. ”

The black-robed monk said unabashedly, in fact, according to his fierce temper, he would have already started to do it, how could he say so much, but if he did it now, it would be one against two, everyone was a monk in the middle stage of foundation building, and he was not sure of victory.

"Wait until I clean up my oily and powdery boy, it's not too late for grandpa to concoct you again!"

Unconsciously licking his lips again, the black-robed monk thought.

Since the complete evacuation of the monks of the White Bone City a year ago, his life has not been very comfortable, and the monks he met mostly cast contemptuous and mocking glances, and the disgust and disdain in them could be felt even by the blind.

But he had no backer and didn't dare to attack, which really made the black-robed monk who was used to relying on the power of the White Bone True Monarch be so aggrieved that he often regretted it in his heart, hating why he couldn't catch up with the battle to the surface.

Now it's in the wilderness, even if he kills these monks, no one knows that he did it with a ghost vulture, just to vent his depression.

The difference in status between heaven and earth makes him not feel crazy, if it goes on for a long time, he must be a demon-like figure.

"That's good......"

Zhang Fan muttered, and when he got to the back, his voice was inaudible, but his robe was faintly fluctuating and fluffy, as if something was brewing in his body.

The identity of the Baigumen people, a stinky mouth that must be called "grandpa", has already committed his taboo, and at this time the identity is confirmed, there is nothing to say.

Zhang Fan stood with his hands in his hands, a cold glint flashed in his eyes, and he said indifferently:

"You, let's shoot!"

(To be continued)