I rely on residual blood to repair my longevity

"..."

"You got kicked in the head by a donkey?"

King Ming glanced at Ming An suspiciously.Although this little disciple has always been a little silly, he didn't expect to be so stupid?
Not to mention that there are so many people watching here, what will happen to the people from Penglai Pavilion after they are taken away?Moreover, why did they take this nun away?Although everyone said that this female cultivator's sincerity seems to be very powerful, but he didn't think so.Even though he looked relatively calm and stable, King Ming had seen more than tens of thousands of monks in his life, and this alone was not enough to impress him.

"Don't act rashly before I see that she is worthy of our fight."

Western Buddhist cultivators are not afraid of conflict with Penglai Pavilion, but Buddhist cultivators always pay attention to peace. If they take the initiative to provoke war, it is not in line with their usual purpose.

Ming An really wanted to say that it would be too late if he waited until he saw the supernatural power of this fellow Taoist, but King Ming had obviously made up his mind. Hold two fingers and break them hard.

"what!"

Letting out a hasty scream, the young monk Huixing next to him looked at Senior Brother Ming'an strangely, and saw that his face was complicated, painful and patient, and he didn't understand why.

"Brother Ming'an? What's wrong with you?"

"Hui Xing is good. Don't pay attention to your brother Ming'an. He has some brain problems. He must have been kicked by a donkey before he came here. Don't learn from him."

"Ah? Oh..."

Scratching his bald head, Huixing no longer paid attention to the weird senior brother Ming'an, but instead looked at the dark fog in the dark valley.

Ever since he arrived near the dark valley, Huixing felt a little dazed.It's not because he can't bear the impact of these fogs, but, um, how should I put it, he thinks these fogs are so kind.

But other people said that the person who was smiling but full of blood and tears was Moxiu, and Huixing didn't know whether his feelings came from his own heart.

At this time, although the battle inside could not be seen clearly, the black mist overflowed little by little, and some of it escaped to his side.The other monks looked apprehensive and waved it away.But Hui Xing quietly took a look at Master Uncle Ming Wang and Brother Ming An, who seemed to be unaware, and carefully gathered the wisp of black mist into his sleeves.

The pale black mist quietly followed Huixing's sleeves to his arms, then his shoulders and neck, and finally got into his ears.

Huixing shook his head, feeling a little dizzy.Huh?Why is Senior Brother Ming An's face so ugly?And Master Ming's uncle?Why do they look a little weird?

Huixing wanted to ask if he had done something wrong, but before he could say it, his eyes went dark and he passed out.

Ming An hugged Hui Xing's limp body, his face was more solemn than ever.The same is true for King Ming on one side, he paused, and then heaved a long sigh.Maybe it was because he was too emotional, so he even forgot to pretend his voice, making it look extra crisp and tender.

"This child Huixing..."

It is said that Huixing is the reincarnation of an eminent monk and a high-level Buddhist cultivator who has attained the Tao, because he saw an unprecedented spiritual light in him, and his soul was shining so that people reluctantly looked away.Because of this, the Buddhist cultivators in the Western Buddhist countries have high hopes for him.

King Ming was also among them.

However, everything today was too strange and too coincidental. Thinking of what had happened to this child since he came to the world of Biluo, Duke Ming had a vague guess in his mind.But that guess was too cruel for a child, so he refused to think about it further.But now, even if you want to stop it, it's over.

"What are you doing?"

After sighing with emotion, King Ming suddenly found that Ming An was poking Hui Xing's little face so hard that his soft flesh sank into it!After being stopped by King Ming, Ming An withdrew his fingers, not knowing why his uncle was so angry.

"I'm poking Junior Brother Huixing in the face."

"...I'm not asking you this, can't you just let him faint quietly for a while?"

"Huh? But I want Junior Brother Huixing to watch the fun."

"What's so exciting...!"

There is indeed something exciting to watch.Cui Qinghe had already dragged the three monks into the black mist, and everyone didn't see it clearly, but at this moment, for some reason, the scene in front of the monks became somewhat clear.

I saw that the three monks were separated, and each one was surrounded by countless evil spirits, tearing them fiercely.Although the cultivation base of those three monks is not low, all negative emotions are magnified within the enchantment of humans and demons.Not long after, the three monks seemed to have seen a ghost, their faces were pale, and their attacks began to be chaotic.

"Go away! Go away you bastards! I am the most promising monk in Shanghuan Sect!"

Vomiting, King Ming was not surprised at all, after all Renxiu always had such a dark side in his heart.But what is strange is that King Ming, who is a demon cultivator, can tolerate this shortcoming of a human cultivator, but the cultivator who is also a human cultivator seems very ashamed to see his own kind behave like this.

It's like, although everyone can have bad negative emotions such as jealousy, but if you express it, you can't do it, you are a small-minded bad person.It's as if others can stand on the moral high ground and accuse each other at will.

As everyone knows, this kind of behavior is actually no different from those monks.

At this moment, the slightly worried eyes of those Shang Huanzong monks flickered, and their hearts were a little complicated.It turns out that this uncle actually wants to be the most talented disciple of the Shanghuan Sect?This doesn't seem to be a problem. After all, everyone is a monk, so how could it be possible that they have no selfishness?
However, what one of the three monks said next made everyone's expressions heavy.

"Bering Baixia! What are you doing? I'm your uncle! You should respect me! Why don't you give me the 'Emperor Spirit Grass'?!"

"Dare to resist? Court death!"

The cultivator waved his hand and crushed those souls who were dedicated to him. The vicious expressions on his face made people feel horrified.But what surprised the disciples of Shanghuanzong even more was the names he called just now.

Bering Baixia, aren't these the pair of extremely talented twin disciples 50 years ago?It is said that the two of them are connected in spirit, and when they are together, they can stimulate special physiques. They were also cultivated by the seedlings who were regarded as core disciples at the beginning, but it is a pity that they died young and died in a trial.

Back then, the elders of the Shanghuan Sect felt sorry for it for a long time.But looking at the performance of that uncle just now, it seems that the cause of death of the twin disciples is not that simple.

For a moment, everyone's eyes were extremely complicated.At first, everyone was still wondering if it was a deliberate obsession set up by the monster, but as he revealed more and more details, everyone could no longer deceive themselves.

That uncle named Huang Feng did kill his two nephews.