The body of the man in black felt cold, like falling into an ice cave.

He opened his mouth to speak, but he couldn't make a sound, and his face was full of horror.

The monk looked sympathetic and said: "Don't be afraid of the donor, the poor monk is a monk, and he is compassionate. After the soul search, he will personally rescue the donor and be free from the suffering of this world."

In the gentle and kind voice, the man in black was in severe pain, and he lost consciousness as soon as his eyes darkened.

After half a sound.

The monk retracted his consciousness and said softly: "The big one is hidden in the city, and the small one is hidden in the wild. This blissful old nest is actually located in a secular casino, which is unexpected."

At his fingertips, a ray of pure and holy Brahma fire emerged, and the man in black instantly turned into ashes and dissipated.

Late night.

The city was dimly lit.

A monk with bare feet and sackcloth and a hat on his head walked into a remote alley.

There is a casino deep in the streets and alleys. Even in the middle of the night, there is still a lot of noise and excitement.

When the monk arrived in front of the casino, a waiter jokingly said, "Monk, are you here to gamble or borrow money?"

The monk smiled and said, "Credit knife."

The monk said: "Take your life as your bet, buy and leave."

"Wait."

The waiter turned and walked into the casino.

Not long after, an old man with white hair came out, looked the monk up and down, and frowned: "Dead spirit?"

The monk said: "In Bliss, when you do business, you have to question the guests' feet?"

The white-haired old man was silent for a while, and said, "Please."

Speaking, he turned and walked into the casino.

The monks followed.

Crossing the smoky casino lobby, bypassing the winding corridors, and came to a quiet courtyard.

"Please wait here."

The white-haired old man turned to leave.

The monk suddenly puzzled and said, "Dare to ask where am I showing my flaws?"

The white-haired old man's complexion changed slightly, and his figure suddenly turned into a haze, dissipating out of thin air.

But I saw the monk in the air.

Boom!

The void exploded, and the figure of the white-haired old man fell out, covered in blood.

"Hands on!"

The white-haired old man drank violently.

Wow~

The laurel tree in the courtyard swayed, the waning moon suspended under the sky hummed and trembled, and sprinkled a dreamlike rain of light.

The whole courtyard suddenly changed, turning into a secret world!

In this secret world, the sky and the earth are dizzy, the mountains are ups and downs, and a bright crescent moon hangs on the top of one of the mountains.

Below the crescent moon is a brightly lit palace bathed in a divine radiance.

Not waiting for the monk to react

Shout!

Dozens of figures appeared out of nowhere, and came violently.

Those figures are like black lightning, and the breath is fierce and strange.

The monk stood still with his hands folded.

Boom!

Countless dazzling white jade lotus flowers bloomed around the monks. In the midst of the fairy light, there were dazzling sword qi emerging from the lotus flowers.

The sky and the earth were splendidly illuminated by the sword.

And the dozens of figures rushing in were killed on the spot in an instant!

In the vicinity, the white-haired old man was horrified, and said in horror: "You...you are the dead spirit of Juxia Realm!"

The monk nodded and said, "Exactly."

The voice fell, and the monk walked towards the big mountain in the distance.

Behind him, a ray of Buddha fire emerged, turned into a sword edge, and cut in the white hair

The old man disappeared in an instant.

This world was in turmoil, and a group of figures came again.

Each of them is the most elite assassin in Elysium. In the past long years, they have hunted and killed many world kings.

In front of the monks, they are like moths to a fire, and they are fleeting.

In just a few breaths, the monk has come to the top of the mountain.

The waning moon hangs high, as bright as a silver hook.

A majestic temple perched atop a mountain, bathed in a divine radiance.

Huh?

The monk frowned suddenly, smelling a trace of blood wafting from the temple.

At about the same time

Boom!

A figure rushed out and slashed with a knife.

The monk's eyes were slightly condensed, his sleeves were bulging, and a Dao sword rose from the sky.

Clang! !

Amid the earth-shattering explosion, the monk was shaken by the shock, and he retreated directly.

And that figure has once again swung the sword to kill.

Fast and terrifying!

What's more terrifying is the breath of the man!

The surging power of the Dao Law, like a landslide and tsunami, was surging on the man, and it evolved into a strange aura of catastrophe.

When he slashed out with his sword, his power was comparable to that of a figure in the Xiaxia Realm!

Boom!

The whole body of the monk was bright, the Brahma fire rushed into the sky, and his breath became extremely terrifying.

"Go!"

The monk swung the sword and fought fiercely with the tall man.

"This is the leader of the Elysium?"

The monk frowned.

He sensed something was wrong.

This opponent's aura is too strange and strange, it seems to be a living person, but it is like a lifeless ancient corpse, and the whole body is full of chaotic and turbulent aura of catastrophe.

But it is undeniable that the opponent's combat power is terrifying!

In today's world, subject to the constraints of the Zhoutian rules, the deceased spirit of the Xiaxia realm can only exert about 40% of its strength.

The monk has already shattered the curse power on his body. Although he is also subject to the rules of Zhoutian, the influence is much less, and he can exert about 70% of his strength.

But under such circumstances, I failed to win the opponent for a while!

"No more delay."

The monk's eyes flashed, and he used the means of pressing the bottom of the box.

"Pro!"

He flipped his palm and the sword was in the air.

In an instant, a bright sword qi rose into the sky, Sanskrit sound bursts, Buddha's light is mighty, just a few sword qi, it actually derived a vision of a thousand worlds!

Boom!

The sky and the earth are chaotic, and the radiance roars.

The tall man was blasted out by a sword, the bronze armor covering his body was split open, and the whole person let out a shrill scream, like a beast roaring in pain.

What's even more surprising is that the tall man's body seems to be complete, but in fact it is like countless pieces of porcelain, which are stitched up by black silk threads that are horizontal and vertical!

"This guy, I'm afraid it's not even a dead spirit, it's more like a puppet made with a secret method."

The monk was moved.

He stepped forward, trying to chase after the victory.

Boom!

The monk slashed diagonally with his sword.

Thousands of meters away, the void burst.

"Can't kill?"

The monk was surprised.

The previous sword clearly shattered the opponent's body.

But who would have thought that in an instant, the other party's body would merge and recover, disappearing without a trace.

"This is no ordinary puppet."

There was a condensed color on the brows of the monk. He was a top-level almighty in the immemorial period, but it was the first time he saw such a strange opponent!

The monk thought for a moment and swept into the temple in the distance.

The palace is brightly lit and beautifully decorated.

On the seat in the center of the palace, lies a **** corpse!

"Why...why did you send the Shenyin Guard to kill me, Master...you are so cruel..."

The woman's face was pale and transparent, covered with a thick dead aura, and a weak voice sounded intermittently in the hall.

The monk strode forward and said, "Are you a swordsman on credit?"

The monk frowned.

Undoubtedly, before he came, this woman was poisoned!

"Shen Yinwei? Could it be that the tall man just now was the Shen Yinwei this woman said?"

"If this woman is the chief swordsman of Elysium, her master... I'm afraid she is a tailor!"

Thinking of this, the monk vaguely understood.

The reason why the tailor sent Shenyin Guard to kill his apprentice "Credit Swordsman" was to cut off the line and prevent Su Yi from discovering his hiding place land!

"Even the apprentice is killed, this tailor is indeed ruthless."

The monk sighed.

After all, it came a step late, which made the monk quite unwilling.

Same time.

Wen clan, the ancient protector of Taoism.

"You must have known what happened to the Yun family of the ancient clan. I was entrusted by fellow Daoist Su Yisu this time to meet Wen Yong of your clan, as long as he answers some questions for me , I'll leave immediately."

Qing Shi Jianxian dressed in a robe and stood alone outside the mountain gate of the Wen family.

All the big figures in the Wen clan looked surprised.

"Who are you?"

An old man asked in a deep voice.

"Me?"

Qing Shi Jianxian smiled, "Yijie Jianxiu, born in ancient times, survived by chance."

Speaking, he flicked his fingers.

Clang!

The terrifying sword power oppressed all the great people of the Wen family.

"A great person who lifts the sky!"

Someone cried out.

"Please do me a favor, don't let me run for nothing."

Qing Shi Jianxian slightly bowed his hands.

The big men in the Wen family looked at each other.

In the end, an old man took a deep breath and commanded in a deep voice: "Patriarch, please go and invite Wen Yong to come over in person. If you have anything to say, make it clear in front of this senior."

"Yes!"

The head of the Wen family took the lead.

But at this moment, a panicked shout resounded in the mountain gate: "Not good! Ancestor Wen Yong is dead!"

What?!

All the big names in the Wen family were shocked.

Qing Shi Jianxian's heart sank, Wen Yong died?

Could it be that the tailor made a move in advance and killed Wen Yong?