Path to Heaven

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This red-clothed middle-aged monk with a dove face used some kind of flying escape method. Although the flying speed was not as fast as the wind bamboo kite of the monk surnamed Chen and the white jade crane of Wei Suo, he flew by. However, his speed was obviously much faster than Wei Suo's Flying Shoes.

This guy seems to have malicious intentions. The green-robed old man's voice immediately rang in Wei Suo's ears.

I said why did you leave the city in the middle of the night? It turned out that you came here to have a tryst with your little lover. After seeing Wei Suo and Han Weiwei clearly at a glance, the cultivator with a sinister face was also stunned for a moment, and then he sneered Get up, Why, don't you think that Wushan sex in Lingyue City is not enough, and you want to go to a place where such monsters haunt?

Han Weiwei looked at the monk in a daze, but Wei Suo frowned slightly, and said, Brother, you misidentified the person, I never knew you.

It doesn't matter if you don't know me, as long as I know you. The middle-aged monk in red shirt said with a serious smile, Your name is Wei Suo?

Wei Suo's heart shuddered, and he secretly took Liu Sanpao's cyan flat bell covered with verdigris in his hand, Why, you know my name, do we have something to do with each other?

The middle-aged monk in red said unhurriedly, I have nothing to do with you, but I have a friend who wants to kill you, and for the sake of a spirit stone, I can only do it for you. gone.

It's no wonder this person's eyes look so vicious. He usually looks like he chooses and devours people. Unlike ordinary monks, it seems that this person himself is a killer who specializes in collecting people's spirit stones.

Wei Suo felt a chill in his heart, and looked at the middle-aged monk in red, Who asked you to kill me? How many spirit stones did he give you?

Why, do you still want to give me a higher spirit stone, and let me kill him instead? The middle-aged monk in red laughed haha: I advise you to give up this heart, I will kill you After that, all the spirit stones on your body are still not mine? But if you want to know who killed you, I can give you a chance. Anyway, I have notified that friend to come and collect the goods, and then I can try to keep you In one breath, let you take a look at who is going to kill you, so that you can understand.

With a soft poof, Wei Suo directly aroused the cyan flat bell in his hand, and covered himself and Han Weiwei with a cyan mask.

Then Wei Suo also sacrificed the white cloud piercing bone shield non-stop.

The dove-faced monk in red was not in a hurry to make a move, he just sacrificed a small black round shield first,

In the darkness, it is also impossible to see what kind of magic shield it is.

However, I do admire you a little bit. After the dove-faced middle-aged monk in red clothes sacrificed the small round shield, his eyes swept over Han Weiwei who had already put on the silver cassock. Sweeping around, he looked aroused, You are just an ordinary little casual cultivator, and your cultivation level is not even in the Zhoutian Realm. You can hook up with the eldest lady of the Zhenbao Pavilion, and you can also get along with her, Nangong Yuqing It's really amazing for the three of them to have sex together. You must know that a female cultivator of Miss Han's level is usually out of reach for me. Tsk tsk, Nangong Yuqing and Miss Han But they are all stunning beauties, at this moment, I can't stand just imagining how she and Nangong Yuqing are happily making love under your crotch.

Shut up! Han Weiwei was so angry that she almost fainted, she stretched out Bai Shengsheng's finger and pointed at Wei Suo in disbelief, You and this person have known each other before? You said something shameless to him, how could he say that? Come on like this.

What does it have to do with me? Wei Suo was also a little dumbfounded.

Forget it, Miss Han, you don't have to pretend to be a pure girl in front of me. Is there any truth to what I heard with my own ears? But it's also fortunate that this kid came out to meet you in the middle of the night, otherwise, with an identity like yours, you must I want to follow a few masters. I don’t think there is even a chance to kiss Fangze.” The middle-aged monk in red looked at Han Weiwei proudly: “Miss Han, anyway, your beauty should have been cultivated by this kid many times Now, if you are obedient and obedient later, and let me cultivate and cultivate, and make me comfortable and refreshed, I will spare your life, and how about I reluctantly go away?

Damn it, why is this person similar to Liu Sanpao? Wouldn't he be as perverted as Liu Sanpao? Wei Suo cursed inwardly.

Go to hell! With your ugly face, even if I marry a fat pig in Beihan City, I won't let you touch a finger, disgusting! But Han Weiwei didn't agree like Huang Yiyi, and she was so angry He trembled and said: You either kill me, if you let me escape, I will let Zhenbao Pavilion capture you alive at all costs, then abolish your cultivation base, sell you to Liuxia Lane, and let those men with special hobbies Xiu came to visit you.

You! The face of the middle-aged monk in red suddenly turned ashen, as if he was about to explode.

No? Wei Suo couldn't help turning his head, looking at Han Weiwei in disbelief, You even know there is such a thing in Liuxia Lane?

Why, I can't have heard of it, only people like you who often go to this kind of place know? Han Weiwei looked at Wei Suo and said angrily: If you weren't talking nonsense outside, how could he have said that just now? Come in that way.

Wei Suo was very speechless and shouted: Miss Han, can you be reasonable? When did I tell someone about my relationship with you? If I want to find someone, even the one with seven hundred low-grade spirit stones They are all stronger than you.

Fart, what's so good about that kind of shameless, isn't it just that some places are a little bigger? I don't know how many men have touched it...

You... The middle-aged monk in red swallowed speechlessly, and couldn't help but want to say, two big brothers and sisters, I came to kill you with a murderous intent. Don't throw me aside, treat me like air, okay?

you shut up!

But the middle-aged monk in red had just said two words when Wei Suo and Han Weiwei pointed their fingers at the same time and interrupted him with a loud cry.

Then Han Weiwei and Wei Suo continued to ignore him and quarreled. Isn't it because you made enemies with others, attracted this person, and implicated me.

Damn, if it wasn't for you, would I have come here? And you said I got you in trouble?

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Okay, okay, who told you to come to this place for a private meeting, do you want to try to kill monsters while doing it? The monk in red couldn't help but want to say that when he heard it, but at this moment, the two people who seemed to be arguing in full swing suddenly stopped and raised their hands towards him together.

Whoosh!

I saw a golden Huaguang and a white ice dragon rushing towards him at the same time.

What the hell! They really are such a good couple! Playing tricks to deceive me!

The middle-aged monk in red never thought that the two of them were still arguing, but now they suddenly violently beat him. He didn't have time to cast other spells and magic weapons, so he could only swipe to the side with all his might, and at the same time point his finger, Dang sparks, and his small shield that didn't have any brilliance blocked Wei Suo's mixed golden short spear hit.

Click!

Han Weiwei's ice dragon slammed into the ground near the middle-aged monk in red, and the sudden burst of cold air made the monk in red visibly stiff.

I can't stand you for a long time, nǎinǎi, you still want to kill me! Wei Suo let out a strange cry without stopping at all, and the five-element copper ring immediately made a move, and put it on the middle-aged monk in red.

Little girl, you really pissed me off, sir. I'll kill you, little jān first, and I'll deal with you well. Some of your places should not have been cultivated yet, so don't blame me for being ungrateful. The monk in red, whose body was covered with hoarfrost from the cold, glanced extremely coldly at Han Weiwei's buttocks, stretched out his hand a little, and a green brilliance with a black light rushed out at once, and cut it right when the hood fell off. on the five-element copper ring.

The five-element copper ring that had been cut by Liu Sanpao's big knife was cut into two pieces, suddenly became smaller, and fell to the ground.

Flying sword!

The last thing Wei Suo and the green-robed old man wanted to see happened. This ruthless monk in red is actually a swordsman who has forged a flying sword.

A fly can shake a tree, you can't do what you can! After the imperial envoy swiped a green flying sword mixed with black silk patterns, the monk in red gave another sneer.

It's just a low-grade flying sword mixed with some Yingang essence and Tianxuan Wujin. It hasn't even been tempered completely. What are you so proud of! the old man in green robe was furious.

Hearing his cry, Wei Suo stretched out his hand and immediately tapped it. With a whoosh of the gold-coloured short spear, he struck at the red-clothed monk again.

At the same time, Han Weiwei also brought out the green bamboo sword that was definitely more powerful than a semi-spiritual weapon that was used to deal with Wei Suo last time, and shot it fiercely at the monk in red.

Dangdang!

The green flying sword of the monk in red twisted in the air, like a green snake, biting the two magic weapons one after another.

Wei Suo's mixed-gold short spear was cut with a gap, and Han Weiwei's green bamboo sword was cut in two directly.

Old man! Don't you despise that this is just the lowest-level flying sword? Wei Suo suddenly cried out in heartache. Fortunately, the mixed-gold short spear was not seriously damaged, and its aura did not seem to be lost.

Damn! I didn't finish. Even the material of the lowest-level flying sword is not comparable to the material of your magic weapon. This head-to-head magic weapon can't stop his flying sword! The green-robed old man also immediately yelled, Be careful! Although this guy is not yet at the stage of separation, he can't really display the power of a sword cultivator, but he has cultivated some kind of magic to control flying swords. The distance is very long, and it is also very flexible to control. It is not comparable to ordinary magic weapons like yours.

Crack! Before the green-robed old man could finish shouting, the flying sword of the monk in red had already shot over, slashing on the cyan mask outside Wei Suo and Han Weiwei. Like a lantern, it was easily punctured.

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