"One flower, one world, one leaf, one bodhi. The mustard mustard mustard. Wu Na evildoer, the Great Monk, isn't this little thousand world not bad? Hahaha..." Misha laughed loudly.
"Thief monk! Even if Master Zombie turns into a ghost, he won't let you go."
Zhang Yang hissed and shouted, his wings waved vigorously, his figure turned into a yellow light, and he flew forward rapidly.
The forest and trees under his feet retreated rapidly, and every time he flapped his wings, he could fly tens of miles away. However, when he looked up, the monk's head was always in the same position, as if it had never changed.
"Hahaha, the great monk said that this small thousand world is the small thousand world of the great monk. How can you see through the magic of the universe in your sleeves? You can leave it to the great monk. !"
Misha laughed and stretched out his hand.
Zhang Yang only felt the sky darken in an instant, and when he looked up, he saw a huge palm covering the sky and covering the sun, descending from the sky.
No matter how fast Zhang Yang went to the extreme, he still couldn't escape the scope of this big hand.
ah-
Zhang Yang screamed, and was pinched by Mi Sha in his hand. Under the huge pressure, Zhang Yang's body was instantly shackled, and he couldn't move anymore.
"Hahaha, follow the great monk!"
Mi Sha laughed, and strode back with Zhang Yang in his hand.
By the time Luo Fei arrived, the surroundings had already returned to calm.
As soon as Misha made a move, he had everything in his sleeves, leaving Zhang Yang with no time to fight back. Therefore, the surrounding environment has not been damaged at all, and the mountains and rivers are beautiful, and the universe is bright and bright.
However, that evildoer has disappeared without a trace.
Inexplicably, there was a sense of loss in Luo Fei's heart.
Is that all? The evildoer that I wanted to get rid of was taken away by Master Misha, and the ending must be more or less ominous.
Shouldn't you be happy in your heart
But, no! Why is my heart so lost and depressed
Could it be because of the loss of those treasures
The order of the Heavenly Gate, the golden wings, the spirit of the Yin Spring...all of these are existences that are enough to make giants like the Sword Spirit Sect and the Tianyu Sect excited.
However, Luo Fei knew very well that although these treasures were abducted by Monk Mi Sha, they would eventually return to the hands of Sword Spirit Sect and Tianyu Sect.
Because Luo Fei failed to finally catch the evildoer in this operation, he may suffer some losses when dividing up the treasures, but these are no longer what Luo Fei can care about. She did her best.
A voice kept ringing in Luo Fei's heart.
"According to what you said, they took the initiative to fight against demons and defend the way; I killed them out of self-preservation, but I was bloodthirsty? Quack quack! You want to be a whore and set up a memorial archway! You so-called famous families Decent, it really makes me sick from the bottom of my heart!"
There was a little desolation in that hoarse voice, and it kept echoing in Luo Fei's heart, impacting her outlook on life formed over decades.
"No! Go away! Go away!" Luo Fei held his head in his hands, showing an extremely painful expression.
Losing her mind, the majestic energy of Liuye Qinglian began to wantonly destroy Luo Fei's body; making her already seriously injured body worse.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
A series of slight explosions sounded, and blood mist exploded from Luo Fei's body.
With this slight explosion sound, the six-leaf fortune-telling green lotus instantly shrank, and turned back into a three-leaf fortune-telling blue lotus; then, the three-leaf fortune-telling green lotus continued to shrink, and instantly retracted into Luo Fei's body, disappearing.
Tom!
Luo Fei's delicate body was like flying petals, fluttering and falling to the ground.
She clenched her white teeth, her pretty face was slightly pale, and her breath was weak as if she couldn't smell it.
"Why!"
With a sigh, a figure appeared beside him, with Taoist robes and green clothes, with a beard and kind eyebrows, who is not Wuya old man
"I have to save you, otherwise, fellow Taoist Ouyang Manxi will not look good."
As he said that, as soon as he stretched out his hand, a blue light rolled up Luo Fei, turned into a stream of light, and fled towards the distance.
…
Luofu Cave, a fairyland on earth.
Two figures slowly emerged one after another.
At the same time that Wuya Old Daoist fell to the ground, behind him, a beautiful figure fell to the ground.
The old man Wuya stretched out his hand, took out a yellow fat-like pill, and put it into Luo Fei's mouth.
When the elixir was taken out, there was a burst of fragrant fragrance, and it melted in the mouth, it looked very miraculous.
However, the effect is not very obvious. Luo Fei's teeth were still clenched, his face was sallow, his breathing was extremely weak, and his vitality was about to disappear.
The old man Wuya frowned immediately.
"Hahaha, Fellow Daoist Wu Ya is kind!" Beside him, Mi Sha seemed to be in a very good mood.
The old man Wu Ya sighed.
"This Luo Fei is Ouyang Manxi's beloved apprentice. If she falls in front of us and the poor man just sits and ignores her, it will always look bad. However, now that the poor man has tried his best, whoever uses the Resurrection Pill I can't say anything more. It's just that this little girl's life was cut off, her body was ravaged by the violent force, and she was completely destroyed... Can't be saved, can't be saved!"
The old Taoist Wuya sighed and shook his head.
Zhang Yang was pinched by the great monk Misha, but his mind was clear. At this time, when I heard that that bitch woman might also perish, I naturally didn't care about pity; I just turned my head around and looked for a way to escape, but I couldn't think of a way out. In the hands of these two Nascent Soul monsters—especially the great monk Misha who is good at shrinking the ground—I have no chance at all.
"Little boy, drive Qianliyun, quickly send this female cultivator to the North Peak of the Sword Spirit Sect, and hand it over to Ouyang Manxi by hand. Speed! Speed!" Wuya old man greeted the little boy.
"Yes, Master!"
The boy agreed.
Soon, he came out of the cave, with a smile on his face, and with a wave of his hand, a purple glow bloomed, which was truly beautiful.
"Master, this disciple is leaving now."
The little boy sang a promise, and the purple glow rolled up Luo Fei; Wu Ya stretched out his hand, and the two disappeared on the spot.
The next moment, the boy and the unconscious Luo Fei appeared between the green mountains and clear waters.
Luo Fei was obsessed, her pale face was still breathtakingly beautiful, awe-inspiring and inviolable.
"Hee hee! Such a beautiful girl, what a pity!" The little boy smiled and clicked his tongue. However, he dared not arouse any blasphemy.
Ouyang Manxi's illustrious reputation made even the old Taoist Wu Ya feel a little afraid, let alone this little boy.
The purple glow rolled up, the boy and the unconscious Luo Fei were wrapped in it, both of them turned into purple streamers, fleeing towards the distance.
…
"Hahaha, Fellow Daoist Wu Ya, you are a good person. You are so good at reviving the soul pill, but it was so ruined on a dead person." Great Monk Mi Sha laughed.
"Hehe, the Resurrection Pill is fed to the dead, but it's not for the dead, but for the living. Ouyang Manxi, the northern peak of the Sword Spirit Sect, the old master has no interest in making enemies with her. What if she loves her disciple? Pindao can't bear the burden of his death! I'm afraid my Luofu cave will be turned upside down by her." Old Taoist Wu Ya smiled wryly and waved his hands, looking helpless.
"Hahaha, a Resurrection Pill, change it to a clean one. That's fine, that's fine! However, Fellow Daoist Wu Ya has to do the Great Monk a favor! Otherwise, don't let Ouyang Manxi come to your Luofu Cave to make trouble, Daoist Monk, I'm here to fight now!" Monk Misha always laughed before saying anything.
"Oh? I don't know if the master has such a cultivation base, what else can't be done well, and the old man must do it?" The old man Wuya dared not agree casually.
After all, being able to hold back such an expert as Great Monk Misha, without asking, is definitely not a child's play.
"Hahaha, it's a pleasure to help that Ouyang Manxi, fellow Taoist! The great monk asked you for a matter, and he will push it back and forth. Don't worry, the great monk has absolutely no rude request, just want to borrow your shamisen Use the alchemy furnace." Monk Misha looked at old Taoist Wu Ya with a smile.
"Oh? Sanwei Dan Furnace? Could it be that the master wants to refine the bone wings of the great roc Garuda?" Wuya old Daoqi asked.
"Hahaha, the poor monk wants to refine the bone wing, but, more importantly, the great monk wants to refine the purple zombie." Great monk Mi Sha smiled.
"Refining that purple stiff? What does the master mean, the blood essence of the roc Garuda?" Old Daoist Wu Ya's eyes also lit up.
"Hahaha, there is nothing to hide from Fellow Daoist Wuya. I can be sure, great monk, that this purple zombie not only has the bone wings of the Great Peng Garuda, but more importantly, he has integrated the spirit of the Great Peng Garuda. Blood. Although it is only a trace of blood, it is already very precious. Garuda is an ancient prehistoric monster bird, an existence that even the Buddha can hardly do anything about. How powerful is this? Unfortunately, he It’s just little Zizomb, even if he advances to Black Zombie, I’m afraid it’s beyond what we can do.”
The Great Monk Misha continued with a smile on his face:
"The Great Monk has always studied the laws of space such as ringing and sumeru, and shrinking the ground into a ruler. What he pursues is the ultimate speed. The Garuda is the most good wind. The real Garuda, the wings With a single swing, it is 90,000 miles away... The great monk now has tens of miles in one step, and he feels that he has reached the limit. Compared with the big roc Garuda, what kind of child's play is that? The great monk feels that only fusion Only with the blood essence of the great roc Garuda, can we advance further."
"Hahaha, at the level of promotion, let the great monk meet this monster and get the blood of the Garuda. This is the great luck of the great monk, and I hope that Fellow Daoist Wuya can fulfill it."
Great Monk Mi Sha had a smug smile on his face and talked freely.
Wu Ya's eyes lit up when he heard the words:
"In this way, this is indeed the great luck of the master. For those who can achieve the Dao, besides the supply of talents and various elixir and other resources, luck is the most important thing. Only those with great luck can finally achieve success. Dao. Since the master has this kind of luck, the old way naturally has no reason to be incomplete."
"Hahaha..." Old Daoist Wuya burst out laughing upon hearing this. "When the Great Monk refines this purple stiffness, obtains the blood essence of the Great Peng Garuda, and advances to the next level, he will never forget the great kindness of Fellow Daoist Wu Ya."