The story of immortality with female support

Chapter 957
The night is dark.The wind is high.

The crescent of the moon is like a hook, hiding deep in the thick clouds.

It was a good time to cover up the evil, someone sneaked out from the house in the guest garden, and glanced at the two rooms on the side.This is where the grandparents and grandchildren lived for three generations, the Nascent Soul female cultivator shared a room, the one surnamed Zhu shared a room with the little ghost head with good qualifications.

But in the blink of an eye, he made a decision to deal with that nun.Although it was only a few days, he also observed that the female cultivator was difficult to get along with and had a weird temper. She often stayed alone in the house, unlike the little devil who was surnamed Zhu and went out for a walk.

Then even if something happened to this female cultivator, she shouldn't find out right away!

Sneaking into the house, at this time, most of the monks are meditating and practicing, no one will have the consciousness to inquire about his whereabouts.

There was no light in the room, and she opened her eyes after closing her eyes for a long time, and finally got used to the darkness in front of her eyes. The female cultivator was sitting on the bed alone, as if she was cultivating in meditation, rubbing the human bones in her hands. Step forward slowly.

The crescent moon hiding in the depths of the clouds came out at some point, and the faint moonlight shone in through the window, also bringing the female cultivator into the moonlight.

The female cultivator closed her eyes and sat upright, with her hands on her knees on both sides, motionless like a clay doll.

Holding the human bone, he slowly approached the female cultivator, and the formation flag beside the female cultivator shone slightly.

This is not difficult for him, he sneered, took out a ring-shaped magic weapon, made a few complicated handprints, and the array flag "soso" fell into the ring-shaped magic weapon.

This female cultivator is also generous, with such an ordinary protective circle, is it certain that no one will dare to attack the City Lord's Mansion?

He stretched out his hand and touched the female cultivator's shoulder, and felt a chill to the bone. He was startled when he originally wanted to make a small movement, but when he listened carefully, he couldn't even hear the female cultivator's breathing.

Could it be that this female cultivator was already dead before he could do anything?He was terrified, seeing a lifeless body in front of him, this... did this female cultivator just die like this?But the body was not as bluish-white as the dead monks had seen in the past, but had a ruddy complexion and was lifelike.If he hadn't stretched out his hand to touch the icy cold, he wouldn't be sure that the female cultivator was dead.

Touching the nun's hand, it was still so cold to the bone, but his eyes couldn't move away from the storage ring on the nun's hand at this moment.

Good stuff!He could already feel himself swallowing, and his eyes were full of greed.These hands were very beautiful, with clear bones, long and beautiful, but his attention was not on these hands at all, but on the rings between these fingers.

Reaching out to touch the ring, the cold touch made his heart beat faster.

"En?" A woman's doubtful voice sounded behind her.

Startled all over, he turned his head abruptly, only to see a ghostly soul staring at him.

At first glance, they seem to be two completely different monks, but when you look closely, you can vaguely discern some similar shadows.

"You...you..." He was so shocked that he even forgot to run, and stared blankly at the female cultivator in front of him.

The illusory primordial spirit returned to the female cultivator's body, and those eyes looked over with a bit of unrestrained sharpness: "Want to make a black hand, eh?"

The voice was different from the sharp one in the past, the warmer voice was pleasant to hear, but he moved his lips as if he was facing an enemy, and his words were incoherent: "You...you...primordial spirit..."

The female cultivator held a long sword horizontally in her right hand, and several formation flags had been thrown out from her left hand. After a short time, a top-level hidden magic formation to isolate prying eyes was formed.

One-handed formation, such a powerful method of formation, this is a master of formations!
He was horrified, his feet were like lead pouring, and he stood where he was.

A sword pierced through his barrier in an instant, and the long sword was in front of Niwan Palace.

After feeling the stickiness on his body, he came back to his senses: blood, this is his blood!Cai Cai's resistance just now was all based on instinct, but no matter how hard he tried, in her eyes, he still resisted like a child, and it was easy to find out.

"You...you! If you don't enter the Tibetan God, you won't be able to wander! You are a monk of the Tibetan God!" He was so frightened that he couldn't speak.

Cultivation can be concealed, but bone age cannot be faked. How many people are there in this world who are more than three hundred years old monks of Tibetan gods?It turned out that this ordinary female cultivator who covered up her face was the most powerful character among them.

"Now that I know, I can't keep you!"

In his eyes, the figure of the female cultivator was approaching, and the last panic was magnified infinitely. After all, he struggled a bit and fell down unwillingly.

……

On the second day, Moxiu surnamed Zhao next door left without saying goodbye.Zhu Xingyuan knew that he had offended the monk surnamed Zhao next door, and thought of nearly a hundred ways to play tricks on him, but he disappeared.

"The demon cultivator slipped away. He was scared by me, but he knew himself and ran very fast. Otherwise, wait for me to deal with him!" Zhu Xingyuan was indescribably proud. Jiajia and Qin Zhaohe's face, however, forced themselves to hold up a grandeur.

Jiajia looked up at him.

"it's me."

Qin Zhaohe, who was about to meditate on the bed, stopped unconsciously.

The smile on Zhu Xingyuan's face has not dissipated: "Ah? What did you say?"

"I killed it."

……

After a long while, Zhu Xingyuan rolled his eyes and made his first movement since he was dazed: "You...what did you say?"

"Yesterday, he came into my room, ready to do something wrong. I happened to come back from my body, and saw that he was motivated by profit and wanted to take away my property. He is ruthless. Do I have to bear it? Besides He has seen my spirit go out of my body," Jiajia said, glanced at Zhu Xingyuan, and slowly uttered eight words: "If you don't enter the Tibetan God, you can't travel!"

It is better to hide the gods and not to wander.

Zhu Xingyuan chewed these eight words repeatedly, and then heaved a long sigh: "I can't blame you, but, are you clean? Can someone find out?"

Jia Jia shook her head: "Probably not! It's just that you clashed with him during the day, and everyone saw him, and he disappeared the next day. It's inevitable that someone will come to you for questioning, so pay attention."

Zhu Xingyuan touched the mustache around his mouth habitually, and clicked his lips: "You are the one who killed, and I am the one who took the blame? Lian Jiajia, you have gone too far!"

"I don't want you to take the blame either, but under such circumstances, he has malicious intentions, so there is no way to keep him. If you kill him, it makes sense. A Nascent Soul cultivator kills a monk who is out of the body, just say it out. I'm afraid no one will believe it. Besides, I've been exposed, and it won't do us any good to attract Zhang Mingxi." Jia Jia persuaded Zhu Xingyuan patiently.

Zhu Xingyuan took over the pot: "The dispute between Daoxiu and Moxiu is normal. Even if Zhang Mingxi came to look for me in person, he would say the same thing. Could he still avenge that Zhao? A few warnings at most! "

(End of this chapter)