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Mo Ya.

Na Xu chanted the name, without a clue all the way, just moving forward.

Listening to them, when they caught up with Naxuta, the monk who had always practiced with a pure heart had a burning blister.

Gao Shou told him the news complacently, and the group rushed to Yuren Mountain without hesitation.

There was a haze in the mountains.

This news is mixed.It is a good thing to know where Juehun is, but it is a troublesome thing to place the hanging coffin on the cliff where Yuren lived.

Na Xu thought for a moment, before he could speak, Di Ting grabbed Gao Shou's arm and introduced himself: "We will go with you!"

In fact, what Di Ting really wanted was to take revenge for the arrow that broke Gao Shou back then.

Don't have to catch everything, but also feel proud.

It was night, and the three of them finally arrived at the foot of Yuren Mountain.

The moonlight was cold, the wind was piercing, and there was a rotten evil spirit in the wind.Like Sleeping Winter Mountain, the mountain is so high that it is dead silent.

Gao Shouyao pointed to a towering strange peak and said, "That's right there."

Quietly go up the mountain, walk halfway up the mountain, go around directly under the hanging coffin, listen to the animal transformation, and prepare to send Na Xu on his way.

The moonlight was still dim, and a man hovering in mid-air, suddenly let out a sharp roar, and flew down from the sky.

Being discovered, Di Ting was excited instead, rushed to meet Yuren, bit Yuren's wing, and swung it hard.Yuren was thrown away and hit the mountain wall, the mossy stone wall cracked slightly, and the gravel rolled down along the ridge.Featherman stunned and beat hard, hesitated for a moment, gritted his teeth, spread his wings again, and rushed towards Diting, the two quickly fought and scuffled.At this moment, a large number of feathered people spread their wings and flew over in the night sky.

Gao Shou froze, and ran towards Di Ting, and Na Xu followed.

The first featherman pushed aside Di Ting and took advantage of the void to return to the team.

Nasu and the other three are fighting.

More and more Yuren came down, and surrounded the three of them in a moment.

During the stalemate, a feathered man floated up, and landed generously between Naxu and the feathered man, his wings gracefully retracted into a garment.Under the cold moon, the transparent ice blue is full of shallow flu, which is very mysterious.

Even the beauty of the fairy family and the charm of the demon family still couldn't conceal the rotten smell on Yuren's body.

It stinks.

He listened sideways and sneered, no wonder they were going to take a bath.It is full of gold and jade, but it is ruined in it.

The feather man who came last should be the leader, he raised his hand, and all the bird men fell silent.Then, he glanced left and right, identified Na Xu and asked, "What is your purpose for going to the mountains at night?"

"The poor monk came to fetch the enlightened soul."

"What is a soul?"

Di Ting calmly reminded: "Don't listen to his nonsense, he understands very well in his heart."

Yuren frowned, and said sharply: "What do you want to do?"

Gao Shou was the first to introduce: "This is the reincarnation of the Moonlight King, and he came to fetch his soul, what's wrong?"

"Moonlight King..." After the leader of the Yuren sank for a while, he stepped back three steps away, and suddenly lifted Yuyi and knelt on his knees.

All the feathered men knelt down with a "shua", and they shouted: "See the Moonlight King."

Ting Ting felt that the other party had a ghost in his heart, but because the feathered man's mind was spinning too fast, he would not be able to interpret it for a while.

Na Xu was even more puzzled, so he asked softly, "Why are you doing this?"

"Moonlight King, the ancestor of Yuren named Xianming, was your mount for battle..."

"Bright bird?"

"Exactly."

According to the leader, Xianming, the moonlight king's mount, came here to protect the coffin.After years of being blessed with soul-consciousness and aura, they cultivated into Yuren, and then blossomed and bore fruit, and developed into a race day and night.

Na Xu faintly felt that something was wrong, but he didn't have the intention to delve into it, he just smiled and said: "In this case, please make way for the clan king."

"Being obedient is worse than being respectful." Yuren nodded, but still knelt down.

I'm sorry, of course I can't let him go, so Naxu had no choice but to go forward to help him up.

Di Ting frowned, something was wrong, very wrong.

"Be careful of the trap, they're going to sneak attack!" Di Ting immediately realized the hostility of the other party and yelled loudly.At the same time, Yu Ren's hand turned into sharp claws, aiming at Na Xu's chest and grabbing it suddenly!

Na Xu was horrified, and retreated sideways, but could barely dodge, and a bloody gash opened on his left shoulder.

Blood fell to the ground.

Lan Youyou's Yuren started to kill.

Gao Shou and Di Ting Roar faced each other, protecting Na Xu, and distanced him from the Yuren.

Na Xu gritted his teeth and covered the wound: "We just need to feel the soul." The sadness is not deep, but the body and mind are inexplicably shaken.

The leader of the Yuren stood up proudly, and said with a sinister smile: "I feel that the spiritual power of the soul has always affected the survival and prosperity of our descendants. If you take it away today, our family will decline. Letting you take it away is not easy!"

Di Ting blocked and interjected: "You lie to people and cannibalize people. If you are really prosperous, it will be a big disaster."

Blood was dripping, Na Xu trembled slightly, the portrait was about to burst open and felt uncomfortable.This move made Di Ting and Gao Shou follow Na Xu closely and return to defense carefully.

No one noticed that the hanging coffins above the heads of both sides in the fierce battle were also trembling, and it became more and more intense.

There seems to be a faint light floating in the outline of Na Xu, leisurely.

Seeing that he couldn't make a close attack, Yu Rentou's pupils shrank, he snatched the bow and arrow from his hand, nocked the arrow and opened the bow.

"Moonlight King, you were reborn as a monster and killed the Moonlight Clan; in this life, you have entered Buddhism and come to destroy Xianming's descendants for your own selfishness. Where is your benevolence?"

Arrow, off the string.

The bright spot floating around Naxu suddenly stopped, as if it had life and suddenly rushed into the monk's body.

The arrow went straight through Yuren's fight.

The arrow shot straight through Gao Shou's blade.

In an instant, he was held in hand by someone, staring at Yuren who raised his bow and arrow at him, and snorted slightly, "Lie, you are not the descendants of Xianming at all!" Naxu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

Then, pinch the feather shaft with one hand.The morning star shines.

Times have changed.

In the situation of outnumbered and outnumbered, the leader of Yuren still felt unprecedented fear.

Intense fighting spirit blows against the face with the wind.

He raised his eyes to look at the hanging coffin in horror.The coffin hanging on the cliff fell straight down the moment he raised his head.It fell to the ground and the powder shattered.

Ground wood powder is crushed.But this is already an empty coffin, and the soul is gone.

Yuren looked down at his body.

All the spiritual power leaked out of control, leaking out from his seven orifices indefinitely.

The Yu people were all in disarray, completely defeated, and spread their wings to escape.

All the sandstones, all the nests, and all the trees on the Hanging Coffin Mountain were all separated from the mountain and fell down one after another.

It just fell apart.

In the mist of earth, smoke and rocks, Na Xu finally saw the central spine of the mountain, which was lit up in sync with the morning sun.

The essence of the peak that hangs the hanging coffin jumps out, and it is a huge bird skeleton.

Na Xu narrowed his eyes, that was his mount.The head and neck of the bird skeleton are humble and slightly bent, the skull is still wearing a rusty helmet, and the battle armor is still the same.

Loyal and true to life.

Back in the day, King Chu chose this place to hide his coffin, but Xianming, King Moonlight's mount, was not at ease, holding the coffin in his mouth and guarding it all the time.

Keep it like this all your life.

Even after Xianming died and turned into a corpse, his posture remained unchanged.

always.

Afterwards, Di Ting, who found out the truth, told Na Xu that those birdmen were indeed not descendants of Xianming, they just passed by the peacocks here, got spiritual energy and cultivated into today's Yuren.

"It's not important anymore," Nao stroked the bird's bone with a solemn expression, "The main thing is that some accounts need to be settled."

The eve of the Lantern Festival.

In Dingcheng, every gambling house is decorated with lanterns and festoons.

This city can be regarded as the birthplace of Linhui, and he also has special feelings for this place, so he moved here and opened a casino.

No matter how miserable the people outside the city are, this place is still as prosperous as brocade.

The moon was rising, and it had been night for a long time. The atmosphere in the largest fun casino in the city was rather special.

The sound of all the gaming tables stopping, Qiqi paid attention to the gambling on one of the tables.

The dealer at the table was shirtless, shaking the dice cup with his hands, his body was trembling slightly, and he was sweating in the winter, and he was faintly steaming.

The dice Gu swayed wildly, the sky was dark and the ground was dark.

shake.

shake.

shake.

The owner gritted his teeth, and this time, he put all his eggs in one basket.

There are three people sitting opposite him.

They are all three new gamblers today. One of them is a monk.Huge lanterns were placed at the door, and they patted the yellow sand off their shoulders and came in to gamble.

The monk closed his eyes and chanted scriptures, while the other two rolled up their sleeves and gambled heavily. Somehow, they were caught by some evil spirit and kept winning money.

In the end, they bet heavily on the dealer at this table.

"Crack!" The dice cup fell heavily.

The dice in the cup were still spinning, spinning rapidly.

Gradually, the speed became slower and slower, the sound became softer and softer, and finally stopped.

"Open!" The owner opened the lid of the cup with great authority.

Then, there was silence.

The one who was happy, gave him a laugh, and collected the cash with both hands.

The dealer's face was ashes, and the sweat from his body dripped leisurely, dripping on the dice, splashing a small, small flower of sweat.

The moment the sweat flower disappeared, someone patted the owner on the shoulder, appeared at the gambling table in a chic and suave manner, and smiled slightly at the monk: "Master Na Xu came to open the precept again?"

Pixiu linden will.