Don’t get me wrong, immortals are all simple and unpretentious!

Facts have proved that Zen Master Liaoyin thought too much...

Heaven's thunder punishment was just like that, it came with a fierce momentum, and it was about to hit Liu Rumeng's ghost body.

The red mark between Liu Rumeng's eyebrows lit up.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa..."

The Thunder of Heaven moved back one after another like dogs touching a hot stove!

The scene was very spectacular. Who has ever seen thunder and lightning hitting the sky upside down?

Zen Master Liaoyin looked at the scene in front of him and opened his mouth. What could he say?

Regarding this situation, it would certainly not be surprising if Liu Rumeng was awake.

When she became a ghost general, Heaven's thunder punishment was also of this virtue. Who allowed her to have a drop of her master's essence and blood in her body...

But now she only has endless thoughts of killing in her heart!

The thunder comes and goes quickly.

In just a moment, the clear night sky returned.

Liaoyin Zen Master took back his cassock, turned around and wanted to leave gracefully.

"Shh!"

The back of the head was scratched and there were four bloody marks!

"Rice tofu." Jing Jing turned around, with four more words on his face.

"You ghost girl, don't go crazy. If you don't live forever, I will be a poor monk. I'm afraid of you."

"Shhhhh..."

What answered him was Liu Rumeng's flickering ghost claws, two ghost clones, slashing at 360 degrees without any blind spots!

A good head turned into a "blood gourd" in the blink of an eye...

"Rice tofu!"

The old monk has been trained and rarely gets angry unless he can't help it.

The white cassock swam around the whole body like a dragon, covering the whole body in an instant to ensure that he would no longer be scratched and bleed.

"*\u0026...%%￥#@!"

The obscure words were read out from the old monk's mouth, and the beads in his hand shone with golden light.

Under the illumination of the light, Liu Rumeng seemed to have been cast into a restraining spell, and the outline of a long-haired woman appeared in front of her eyes.

As the golden light shines, the image of the woman becomes more and more solid. The translucent ghost body is wrapped in a blood-colored soul clothing, and strange red runes are densely attached to the ghost body.

The difference from last time was that those strange runes blocked the golden light and could not illuminate Liu Rumeng's ghost body.

During the stalemate between the two sides, all the rosary beads in the old monk's hand were lit up.

"Rice tofu!"

The old monk chanted the Buddha's name, raised his hand and threw the rosary beads.

"Om..."

The whole string of beads rotated at high speed, like a golden wheel, colliding with the runes on Liu Rumeng's ghost body.

At the moment of collision, an unspeakable voice sounded, a bit like the thoughts of a madman.

It's like countless innocent souls are scolding the streets at the same time.

The runes glowed with red light, and in an instant, the red light scattered and golden light filled the sky.

The entire Qingluan Peak was reflected in orange.

After about ten breaths of stalemate, the golden light gradually dimmed, finally revealing the true face of the rosary.

The blood runes also lost their luster, and Liu Rumeng's ghost body gradually faded away.

Disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Not good!"

The old monk summoned the rosary beads, calculated the cause and effect, and shouted that it was not good. He roughly identified the direction Liu Rumeng left, and flew to catch up.

Just at this moment, a stream of light shot from the sky.

"Master, what a great trick, how about picking up a certain sword!"

When Mr. Gai stepped on the ancient flying sword, it was like a sharp sword being drawn out of its sheath, and the sound was like a thunderous roar.

Zen Master Lie Yin: "..."

“Rice tofu!!”

Before he could explain, Mr. Gai stepped lightly on one foot and raised his ancient flying sword, "Qiang!"

A half-moon-shaped sword energy shot out in an instant.

The corners of Zen Master Liaoyin's mouth twitched, secretly thinking that the power of this sword was so terrifying!

A sword cultivator who can emit such sword energy is definitely not an unknown person.

However, why is he playing with the sword here?

He still has serious things to do, okay...

Unfortunately, the extremely domineering sword energy did not give him much time to think.

The white cassock was lightly lifted, and the sword energy disappeared.

"Rice tofu..."

Zen Master Liaoyin wanted to explain, but as soon as he said the words, Mr. Gai took action again...

"Okay, let's take Gai's sword again!"

Standing proudly in the void, Mr. Gai's long hair was blowing in the wind. Two sword intentions gradually took shape in his resolute eyes. The sword pointed at the center of his eyebrows and shouted: "Go!"

Two rays of sword energy shot out from the fingertips, split left and right, and could also turn...

"Humph……"

Liao Yin snorted softly and spun the cassock with one hand. The twisted cassock turned into a stick shape. With one click to the left and then another, the two sword energy collapsed towards the distant mountains.

"Boom! Boom!"

There were two loud noises and the rocks shattered!

"My rice tofu..."

"I didn't expect that there would be such a master on this dangerous peak. Changhao, take another blow from me!"

Liao Yin is very depressed. Are all swordsmen cultivators impatient? Why can't you just listen to what I have to say...

This time, because his eyes were serious, the guy didn't release his sword energy anymore, but directly used the simple flying sword at his feet!

"Qiang!!!"

When the sword comes out, the situation changes color.

"*\u0026...%￥#@!"

Zen Master Liaoyin had never been so aggrieved before, so he secretly complained that his mother's capacity was extremely sufficient.

Raising his white cassock, he muttered something.

The cassock faced the flying sword, constantly changing its shape along the way, and finally turned into a scabbard.

Put the sword in the holster to make it safe!

"laugh!"

When the flying sword was inserted into the makeshift cover, there was no earth-shattering, no sudden change, everything returned to calm.

Zen Master Liaoyin reached out and made a move, and the flying sword fell into his hand with the scabbard wrapped in it.

No matter how hard Gu Pu Feijian struggled, he couldn't break free.

In the void, Mr. Gai frowned slightly, "You are really strong, then take my strongest sword!"

"stop!!!"

In order to seize the time, Zen Master Liaoyin stopped talking about "rice tofu" and adopted minimalism.

Mr. Gai, whose sword intent surged throughout his body, stopped concentrating his sword intent and looked down at the tiger-faced old monk.

"What else does the master have to say?"

"You come down first."

Zen Master Leyin beckoned like a dog.

"I haven't used my strongest sword yet..."

"You come down first. I have something to say to you."

"Okay, we can fight again later!"

Mr. Gai fell straight down and landed in front of Zen Master Yin, "I wonder what the master has to say?"

"Mi Doufu, you must be sick! You are destined to have a serious illness! You..."

Mr. Guy: "..."

Looking at the eminent monk who was full of compassion but full of foul words, Genie felt a little confused.

"Rice tofu! It's much more enjoyable..."

Zen Master Liaoyin finally felt comfortable, took back his cassock, and handed the flying sword to Ge Nie, "May I ask the donor, why did you treat the old monk so meanly... release the sword?"

"The master destroyed my sword energy first, and Gai came here to ask for advice. Is there any problem with this?"

Gai Nie looked calm and took his attitude as a matter of course.

Zen Master Lie Yin: "..."

"Rice tofu, it's a bit messy, please say it again!"

Just say it, Gai Nie then chased Nascent Soul with his sword energy. He sensed that the sword energy was shattered here, so he came over to check and said something about it.

Zen Master Liaoyin clasped his hands together with a sincere look on his face, "Monks do not lie. It was not a poor monk who shattered that sword spirit."

"But I feel the aura of the Nascent Soul on the Master's body. How to explain this?"