More than 200 feet away, in a pavilion, two figures were holding hands rapidly, making loud noises of spiritual collision and an unwilling roar from time to time.
"Yiming, you and I have never had any grudges, but you did this murderous thing. Why on earth?"
It was an old man in gray clothes with gray hair. There were large blood stains on his gray clothes at the moment, and his face was ashen. He was trying his best to avoid the pursuit of a yellow-robed monk behind him.
Although the old man in gray clothes was embarrassed, he did not dare to leave the pavilion and dodge within ten feet. However, this distance was too close for the monks. When he had to, he would occasionally turn around and fight with the monk in yellow robes behind him, but with every fight, the aura of the old man in gray clothes would become even more sluggish.
"I... please... Buddha, Brother Duan, why did you say this? You came here just to find a breakthrough between life and death. I have helped you. In the future, you will achieve Golden Core Realm, but don't forget the goodness of me."
The middle-aged monk in yellow robes was chasing after him leisurely. His face was gentle and full of smiles, which made people feel warm in their hearts. However, his attacks were extremely ruthless, and every move could kill an enemy in a split second.
As soon as he said this, the old man in gray clothes in front of him became even more depressed, and for a while he could only try his best to avoid it.
But they didn't notice that at this time, a Divine Sense enveloped them, and they could see the place clearly.
Li Yan who was three hundred feet away took back Divine Sense, but immediately a smile appeared on his face. Unexpectedly, he knew the two men he met here, Yiming monk and Duan Weiran from the Pure Land Sect.
"It seems that the 'Fire Palace' is not a separate space. Yiming, where are you going this time?"
Li Yan Although I don't know why monk Yiming and Duan Weiran started fighting, there is never any reason between monks, it's just the jungle of the jungle.
What he has always been worried about is that he was tricked and could not take revenge. "It is never too late for a gentleman to take revenge in ten years."
To Li Yan, this is all bullshit. As long as you have the ability and opportunity to take revenge, it is best to do it immediately, immediately, now!
Li Yan When a smile appeared on his face, his figure began to become illusory, and finally there was no trace of him.
Hearing Yi Ming's words of kindness and justice, Duan Weiran almost wanted to turn around and fight, but he knew that there was no chance of survival.
The other party was determined to take his own life, so the two sides chased each other for more than ten rounds. Duan Weiran once again had a few deep bruises on his body, and a fierce light flashed in his eyes.
He did not dare to escape from the pavilion before because the distance between the two parties was too close. As long as he left the pavilion, he would be in a large area where Li Hun grew.
Monk Yiming only needs a burst of spiritual power to bombard him at will. He may be in mid-air before countless Li Hun attacks arrive before he reaches a safe place.
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In this case, he couldn't escape, so he would self-destruct and kill the other party, but he was really unwilling to do so.
I have been practicing hard for more than a hundred years, and this time I was on the verge of a breakthrough, but the other party made a sneak attack on me. Otherwise, in a really fair fight, I still don't know who will win.
"Hehehe, Brother Duan, do you want to blow yourself up? I don't think you have the chance."
Monk Yiming seemed to see through Duan Weiran's thoughts. While the two were speeding around in a circle, he still spoke gently, but there was a coldness in his words.
After Duan Weiran heard this, he was startled. He no longer hesitated at the moment, but all the spiritual power in his body violently gathered into Dantian. But the next moment, his face turned pale, large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, and his rushing figure stopped instantly.
At this time, the monk Yiming behind him also stopped and looked at Duan Weiran who turned to look at him with a smile. "It's not good to blow yourself up. If you damage the things in Storage Pouch, wouldn't my visit be in vain?"
Duan Weiran suppressed the fear in his heart, and sweat broke out on his forehead. He later forced himself to calm down and said, "Yi... Yiming Zen Master, you... what do you want to get? I, Rogue Cultivator, am only worth this."
"Amitofho, what Brother Duan said is wrong. Brother Duan, why do you pretend to be confused? You got two pieces of silver paper one after another and have been hiding since then. If I hadn't happened to enter the "Fire Palace", I really don't know where you would have been hiding?"
Yiming smiled slightly. He met the three junior brothers and got some news. Recently, there was a lot of rumors about the silver paper. The last two fell into the hands of a book boy and "Broad Sword Sect" Liu Chong. Many people knew this.
But few people know whose hands the first eight pieces of silver paper fell into. However, Pure Land Sect monks are everywhere here, and there are sect communication methods between each other, so they know the whereabouts of five of the other eight pieces.
This was a profound opportunity. This time he entered the Red Maple Pool underground palace and encountered an opportunity for the second time. After taking action, the two pieces of silver paper fell into his hands and then disappeared.
Except for those who participated in the second robbery, very few people knew about this matter. They were not willing to share the news with others. Instead, they searched for Duan Weiran's whereabouts on their own. Some people speculated that he was hiding and practicing meditation, while others thought that he had already escaped Northern Underworld Demon-Suppressing Tower.
Among them are the monks of the Pure Land Sect. They have always regarded the treasures in Northern Underworld Demon-Suppressing Tower as their own. If they cannot get it and do not want it to fall into the hands of outsiders, they will pass the news to each other through the sect token.
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After listening to Monk Yiming's words, Duan Weiran felt relieved. It turned out that the other party had also learned about this matter.
"You were poisoned in the first blow. The reason why you keep dealing with me like this is because the poison takes a certain amount of time to take effect slowly."
Duan Weiran knew why the other party was delaying so much just now. It was because the other party was not sure of killing him with one blow, but was afraid that he would self-destruct on the verge of death.
"Hehehe, Brother Duan knew it was too late. I am not an expert in using poison, so I had no choice but to make this decision, but the result is still good."
Monk Yiming smiled slightly, but when he talked about using poison, the corners of his eyes twitched involuntarily. For a moment, he thought of the young man in black robe. Xu Yehua was the one who died strangely and suddenly. That person was the real master of poison.
Duan Weiran's face turned gloomy. He felt Dantian. This poison was not a deadly poison, but it was too concealed and he accidentally fell into the trap.
If he was given half an hour in normal times, he should be able to slowly force out the poison, but now let alone half an hour, I am afraid he won't even be able to breathe.
Now at his Dantian, the spiritual power can still operate, but it seems that there is a layer of barrier on Dantian, so that the spiritual power can only use 20% of the usual amount.
How can these spiritual powers be a match for Monk Yiming, let alone self-destruction. But he still has a chance. As long as he holds the opponent steady for a moment, if he moves faster, he can also crush Storage Pouch.??
Although he thought this in his heart, he also knew that the chance was slim. Storage Pouch had been eyeing him early in the morning. How could he be given a chance at this time? If he had known that he would have put in everything at the first opportunity, but it was impossible to have such an idea in that situation.
But at this moment, a cold voice sounded in the pavilion, "You can't use poison, you can die!"
The sound came so suddenly that Monk Yiming, who was about to take action, was stunned for a moment. Then he saw Duan Weiran across from him with an expression of astonishment on his face, and looked behind him with a look of disbelief in his eyes.
Monk Yiming's first reaction was to secretly shout "No!"
But no matter how fast he reacted, he was only half a step too slow when he felt a burning sting pouring down from the top of his head. This burning heat was stronger than the burning in the magma, and it was a sting that penetrated deep into the bone marrow.
Then he could no longer see anything, and as soon as his spiritual power was raised, he lost consciousness. His last thought was "I seem to have heard this voice somewhere before!" Then his soul also turned into nothingness.
Duan Weiran only felt chills all over. He saw a terrifying scene that he would never forget. At the same time as the sound sounded, he saw a black shadow appear behind Monk Yiming.
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The palm of his hand was already hanging on Monk Yiming's bald head. Then Monk Yiming was like a piece of oil wax, starting from the top of his head and melting rapidly. In an instant, his head was gone, then his body, and finally his whole person disappeared out of thin air. Not even a trace of Storage Pouch was left on his body.
It was only then that he saw clearly that the figure slowly turned from virtual to solid, and then a young man in black robe stood there indifferently. Duan Weiran's heart was filled with ice. He believed that if the other party didn't deliberately make a sound, it is estimated that Monk Yiming and himself would not know what happened at all.
After he saw the face of the young man in black robe clearly, his eyes changed from shock to suspicion. Then under the cold gaze of the young man in black robe, he swallowed his saliva and said in a dry voice, "Jiang... Fellow Daoist Jiang, is that you?"
Li Yan was very satisfied with his current cultivation level. He used the Stealth Night Concealment technique and came to the pavilion without any obstacles, and the two fake pills in the pavilion did not notice at all.
After he heard some of the conversation between the two, his heart moved, and then he came directly behind Monk Yiming, but Monk Yiming still didn't notice it.
At this time, Li Yan was also surprised at his current strength, but he didn't wait any longer and directly covered Monk Yiming's head.
Even when his palms were on the opponent's head, the opponent still had an expression of complete ignorance. The gap was too obvious. You know, before, Li Yan and Monk Yiming had to use 90% of their strength.
Then, Li Yan ran Disjointed Poison Body, and the extremely overbearing poison was poured directly into Monk Yiming's body. What shocked Li Yan in the end was that his cultivation level increased greatly this time. Although Disjointed Poison Body did not continue to advance and differentiate, he obviously ignored the effect brought by Gui Water True Scripture.
The power of Disjointed Poison Body greatly exceeded his expectations. Not only did it instantly turn Yi Ming into nothing, but even Storage Pouch on his body was completely eroded, leaving no trace of Li Yan's thoughts.
Li Yan was surprised and deeply regretful at the same time. The net worth of a fake alchemy monk must be quite high.
But when he thought that the three monks Yiming who plotted against him all died unexpectedly, the stagnation in his heart was relieved.
This also gave Li Yan a true understanding of his current strength. It would be difficult for a fake alchemy monk to make any trouble in front of him.
"Haha, Brother Duan, I didn't expect to meet you here, I am really destined!" Li Yan recovered his mood, chuckled at Duan Weiran, and then cupped his hands.
"Are you really... Brother Jiang? Your cultivation level..." Duan Weiran saw Li Yan cupping his hands in gesture, and he quickly bowed his hands to each other, but the look of surprise in his eyes was still there, and he asked hesitantly, but he regretted the words as soon as he said them.