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Outside the formation, many unqualified monks were watching the battle situation from a distance, such as Yan Huai who was recuperating in name, Mo Lingyun who was training Qi, or Master Shu who was just doing nothing.

It had been a long time since they stood together. The three slender figures turned their backs to the sky and were far away from the crowd.

Mo Lingyun asked Shu Huayan to go back to the Eastern Realm, but Shu Huayan refused, and just said: "Yan Huai can't manage the overall situation in the Southern Realm like this now, it's not like I'm just idle, what's wrong with helping me out?"

Yan Huai is watching the battle situation quietly, and it is a good thing that these orthodox monks are becoming less and less defensive towards them.

"By the way, what do you think of this fight between the righteous way and the monster clan?" Shu Huayan glanced at Mo Lingyun, and it could be said that it was their young palace master Yanzhi.

Yan Zhi looked at the colorful spiritual power overflowing in the air, and said indifferently: "Sit on the sidelines, and wait for them to lose both sides in the fight, and then the fisherman will gain."

"It's not impossible to stir up the muddy water when necessary."

The Mouse King and Snake King in the formation were shirking each other's responsibilities, and soon got annoyed with the mouse, so they simply spat out a message and pointed to Jing Rong, the leader, "Well, Brother Mouse, as long as you can get rid of this person, the others It's nothing to worry about."

With one finger pointing at the king of heaven and earth, Jingrong, the Shu King took a deep breath: "Aren't you just letting me die?"

"Waiting in vain here is death. If you don't try it, how will you know the result?"

If Beishan She was here, he would tell them sincerely, don't try, you will die.

Jing Rong flipped out Ling Xiao's sword, and the attacking water array was cut off by the sword. Under the suppression of absolute strength, he didn't even need to dodge.

In the first 90 years of his life, he spent most of his time cultivating and practicing swords, and he was facing the ancient phantom array of Xuantianzong instead of real people or monsters, but Xuantianzong had already created momentum for Jing Rong, almost certain of him. The identity of Xuantianzong heir.

Rescuing Mo Lingyun was one of the few accidents in his downhill experience, and his strength has been revealed to the eyes of the world since then. He broke Shuyang's tomb with one sword and forced the Snow Wolf royal family back by himself. Now, he has to borrow The two clans of snakes and rats have established him as a true king of heaven and earth.

"Xuantianzong is really true. They have picked up all the good seedlings." Li Qidong held up a knife and turned a hand to kill a mouse monster. However, he was not as chic and elegant as Jing Rong. So easy.

With the cultivation base of Yuanying Dzogchen, it will absolutely crush the Snake and Rat Kings.

When Jing Rong cut off the head of the Shu King, all the dust settled.

Yan Zhi in the distance squinted his eyes. As a god of transformation, he could see Jing Rong's every move clearly, but now, he really wanted to say: "Yan Qing, I'm not very confident all of a sudden."

"Then use up the help behind him, he can't, let's fight against the entire Eastern Territory with one person." As a counselor, Yan Huai naturally considers everything before the feast, not to mention, the righteous way has a scene, and they also have a demon realm And Spring and Autumn Patriarch to help.

Cleaning up the mess is not something for a high-ranking person like Jing Rong to do. Mo Lingyun dawdled to help clean up the mess, but Jing Rong thought the risk factor was not high, so he let it go.

A small number of snakes and rats escaped, and more were left behind. According to the consensus, all the rats should be killed to resent the anger of the common people. Those disciples who are not cultivated enough can also temper themselves by eliminating low-level monsters. To hone the mind and practice.

Mo Lingyun wandered around the cave with his sword in hand. He was not interested in killing monsters, so he just came to see the layout of the monster realm.

The disciples who were closer to him just wanted to remind him to be more careful, but they realized that this person was dressed in black and had a high ponytail. He was so unique that it was Mo Lingyun of Xuantian Sect.

They have a good master, how could they remind them, Mo Lingyun waved his hand to reject the monk who wanted to seek a relationship, expressing that he just wanted to walk alone.

Talking harshly before dying may be a bad habit of most monster races. When Mo Lingyun saw the dying mouse monster, he had to squat down to see the little mouse clearly.

Its mung bean-sized eyes stared round, and howled: "You human race can eat my rat clan, should my rat clan be exterminated if we take revenge?"

"I don't know either." Mo Lingyun smiled, and heard the mouse scold him again: "You humans are... the most despicable and selfish race..."

"What you said makes sense." Mo Lingyun responded to it, and then let it go more happily.

His sword hadn't been stained with blood for a long time, and in Xuantianzong he listened to scriptures every day and was a vegetarian. Mo Lingyun almost forgot that he was still a demon cultivator.

What is the magician telling you.

The strong are respected, it's that simple.

As long as the Rat Clan is stronger today, it will not be so quickly destroyed by the Human Clan.

Mo Lingyun came back alone in the dark, Jing Rong stood outside the door waiting for him, and asked, "How do you feel?"

Mo Lingyun blinked and gestured, "A little bit, cruel."

"Cruel?" Jing Rong looked at him.

Mo Lingyun's eyes were clear, he nodded, "Yes."

"Then don't watch it."

"it is good."

This is too light to say, all living beings are fate, and if he closes his eyes and doesn't look at it, it doesn't mean it doesn't exist.

"Master, how did the ancestor teach you." Mo Lingyun looked up at the sky, the moonlight was beautiful tonight, suitable for heart-to-heart talks.

"Teach what?"

"For example, good and evil, the human heart."

"Master taught me to get rid of the seven emotions, get rid of the six desires, defend the righteous way, and protect the eternal peace of the human race."

"Is that so..." Mo Lingyun paused for a moment, then asked again: "Then is good and evil absolute in this world?"

"Master said yes."

"Master, do you think so?"

Jing Rong's eyes flashed, Mo Lingyun's eyes were too clear, he couldn't answer, but.

"I don't know, but please do not violate my heart."

"But Master, I'm a little sad right now, what should I do." Mo Lingyun approached Jing Rong, and suddenly changed the subject, "Will I also become the evil in your eyes?"

"...No." Jing Rong retreated.

"What if." Mo Lingyun didn't turn his gaze, "At that time, will you draw your sword against me without hesitation?"

"Ling Yun..." Jing Rong was quite at a loss, he retreated again and again, finally stopped, and asked cautiously: "Did Master scare you today? I'm sorry..."

Jing Rong didn't know where he was wrong, but seeing Mo Lingyun like this, all he could think of was to apologize.

"Can't you answer?" Mo Lingyun blinked and smiled suddenly: "Forget it, I won't tease Master."

"Although you are facing me with a horizontal sword, I am reluctant to hurt you."

"Ling Yun..." Jing Rong pursed her lips, lowered her eyes and looked away, "I won't hurt you, even if you made a mistake, it should be the teacher's fault if you don't teach."

Seeing that the scene was serious, Mo Lingyun rubbed the back of his neck jokingly, and said innocently: "I'm just kidding, Master, what can I do with a little Qi training, really."

These words can be said to wake up the dreamer, Jing Rong later realized that the two Xuantian stones between the heaven and the earth, one belongs to their Xuantian sect, and the other is in the hands of the Yaozu, and they don't know where they are going.

"No...Ling Yun, you won't be practicing Qi forever..." Jing Rong took a deep breath, "Master assures you..."

"Ah..." Mo Lingyun uttered a syllable, as if at a loss, what did Jing Rong say.

Jing Rong walked away after saying this, leaving Mo Lingyun alone.

Looking at the figure of Yuebai Qinghui, he tilted his head, and said silently in his heart: Master, don't let this disciple down.

The Mouse King has been killed, and the Snake King is still alive. What awaits her is the fate of being imprisoned in the Demon Locking Tower. Once inside the Demon Locking Tower, life would be worse than death.

But I didn't expect that the Taoist Lord would take the time to see her prisoner, but the Taoist Lord is obviously a little out of control now.

"Tell me, where is the Xuantian Stone." Jing Rong held the sword in one hand, his mind was a little confused, and he couldn't help replaying the sad eyes in Mo Lingyun's smile, and the delicate tingling in his heart was unprecedented for him. experience.

"Hey, Daojun, what are you talking about? How do I know where the ancient fetish is?" After a while she smiled coquettishly, just as she was about to reach out to touch the wooden railing, she was so restrained that she retracted her hand.

"Tell me where it is, and I'll give you a treat." Jing Rong looked at the sword in his hand, not at her.

After a while, she still thought that the Taoist Lord wanted to use her as a bargaining chip, and co-authored it to give her a death sentence, "Why do you think I know where it is?"

"Hundreds of years of demon king, there will be no ignorance?"

"Okay." Soon closed his eyes, and tried to warn himself not to be angry with the straight boy, "Then why do you think that I will tell you where the treasure of my monster race is because of my death?"

"Where is the Demon Locking Tower, you should know better than me." Jing Rong has no interest in talking to her. It is well known that the punishment of entering the Demon Locking Tower is worse than death for the demon clan. The demon king does not need him to explain.

"...You are right." After a moment of silence, "Then let me tell you, you should remember it too."

"It's right there, in the Extreme North Demon Territory."

What she said soon was a lie. In fact, the Xuantian Stone in the hands of their demon clan was actually in the hands of Qing Zhu, her elder sister and the demon king of the same domain, in the Southern Border Demon Territory.

Compared with the Demon Locking Tower, death is indeed easier, but why did she let this human race get what she wanted?

A flash of sword light flashed in the night, before it fell into the prison cart and turned into a snake like the original body, a very small green bamboo leaf.

The young master of Xuantianzong killed the snake demon they were about to escort to the demon lock tower.

This matter violates the rules and the law, but no one dares to say nothing about Jing Rong, his strength and status determine, even if he "manslaughter" several big monsters who are about to be escorted to the demon lock tower, no one dares Said his no.

Jing Rong stood alone under the moonlight with a sword, and for the first time, emotions called depression and hesitation appeared on his face.

After this year, it will be the fourth year that Mo Lingyun has been under his sect. His disciples have not entered the Foundation Establishment for four years.

Because his Jing Rong's apprentice can't, and can't be mediocre; by then, if there is no Xuantian Stone, how can he protect Ling Yun...