"Dongfang Yun, are you crazy? How could you be so cruel? If he dies, how can we find the thousand-year-old corpse king?" At this moment, floating from a tall building in the distance.

A black shadow flew down. When the black shadow landed, it yelled at the monk in robes.

This is a middle-aged man who looks to be in his thirties, with delicate eyebrows. He is wearing a dark gray robe, wearing cloud boots, and has long hair hanging loosely. He is windless and has a certain air of immortality.

"If you die, you will die. You are nothing more than a martial artist in the mortal world. Besides, there are many thousand-year-old corpse kings in this world. If we didn't catch them this time, there will be more next time." That person was called Dongfang.

The handsome man snorted disdainfully and said impatiently.

"You...how could you do this? It seems that it was my fault for bringing you out this time. If something happens here, I will definitely report it to the sect master. When the time comes, you can go to the sect master to explain it."

The expressions of the gray-robed monks changed several times, and they wanted to get angry, but in the end they held back. They waved their long sleeves one after another and said something atmospheric.

"Hmph, he's just a thousand-year-old corpse king. Come to think of it, Master won't blame me for this. It's you who is making a fuss out of a molehill. I really don't think I can see it. You have always disliked me since you left the secret realm.

Do you intend to make things difficult for me?" Dongfang Yun sneered again and again, her words were sharp and she showed no mercy.

"Dongfang Yun, Dongfang Yun, I'm ashamed to be with people like you." The gray-robed monk was obviously not good at talking. He was rendered speechless by Dongfang Yun's words and trembled for a while.

Just now I squeezed out these few words, and my face turned red from holding back.

"Have you argued enough?" At this moment, a cold voice suddenly sounded, interrupting their quarrel.

When they heard this voice, Dongfang Yun and the gray-robed monk were both stunned. Then they turned around and looked in the direction of the voice. In their eyes, a ragged figure slowly walked from there.

He walked out from the thick smoke.

"You're actually alive!" When she saw that figure, Dongfang Yun seemed to have seen a ghost, her face full of disbelief, and she shouted in shock.

"Hmph, you are a cultivator of the ninth level of the Earth Realm. You tried your best and even used the Divine Palm of Kunxu, one of the three secrets of my Nine Immortals Secret Realm, but you were not able to kill an eighth-level martial cultivator of the Earth Realm.

It's a good thing you're still here talking so shamelessly, it's not embarrassing." After the initial surprise, a smile appeared on the face of the gray-robed monk, he turned around, looked at Dongfang Yun, and mocked jokingly.

At this time, the expression on Dongfang Yun's face was constantly changing. Surprise, anger, shame, and all kinds of negative emotions were all expressed on that face.

Zhuang Lin walked out of the ruins, looking particularly miserable. His originally clean sportswear had completely turned into rags. A large part of the hair on his head was burnt, and traces of black air were still coming out.

His skin was stained with a lot of blood.

Over the years, Zhuang Lin has been injured more than once, and even almost died several times, but he has never been as embarrassed as he is today. Even with similar strength, he was beaten so hard that he couldn't hold his head up, and he turned into a beggar.

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Walking out of the ruins, his sharp eyes crossed the void and fell on the two monks from the Nine Immortals Secret Realm opposite.

His eyes swept over the gray-robed monk, and he sighed slightly. Sure enough, among the monks who came to the Nine Immortals Secret Realm this time, there were strong ones from the Heaven Realm. Moreover, after listening to the conversation between the two monks, it was basically certain that

, the monk who didn’t show up was probably in the heavenly realm.

Two heavenly realm monks and one ninth-level earth realm cultivator clearly show that the Nine Immortals Secret Realm attaches great importance to Wu Mu.

"I can't tell, you are quite rough-skinned and thick-skinned. Even this level of damage could not kill you. I am becoming more and more interested in you." From the initial shyness,

Dongfang Yun came out in annoyance, narrowed his eyes, had a cold smile on his lips, and said coldly.

"It seems that I have to show some real skills."

"Thunder in the Palm" had just finished speaking, he raised his right hand high, and a light flashed from between the palm of his hand. Then he heard a thunderous explosion above his head, and the entire dark void was torn apart.

"You're so stupid, do you really think I'm made of mud?" Hearing the thunder above his head, Zhuang Lin, who was already angry, suddenly lost his temper. He cursed angrily and jumped up from the street.

, and rushed forward to face the thunder.

The huge fist wrapped in green light pushed forward from bottom to top, and the sky was filled with green light, and the entire night was illuminated.

"Boom" The terrifying explosion wave swept through the entire street. Buildings within a radius of tens of meters were affected. They were shaken violently and fell apart. Cement fragments and glass shards were shot out in all directions like bullets.

When the dust settled, the thunder disappeared, and only the sturdy figure was left in the void, standing quietly in the air, looking down at Dongfang Yun not far away.

The gray-robed monk watched with cold eyes. When he saw this scene, his eyes flashed with a burning light, as if he had seen some rare treasure.

Looking at Dongfang Yun next to him, his expression was gloomy and uncertain.

"You're looking for death." Seeing that the spell he was good at was easily broken, Dongfang Yun's heart surged with fire of ignorance, and then a black long sword flew out from behind him, instantly turning into tens of feet.

The huge sword, big and small, pierced through the air and hit Zhuang Lin directly.

"Let you suffer a little, so as to suppress your arrogance." The gray-robed monk took two steps backward and distanced himself from Dongfang Yun. He stood behind, looking at Dongfang Yun's back, coldly

Hum to yourself.

Standing in the void, Zhuang Lin roared and rushed forward. As he rushed forward, two more Tang knives appeared between his hands. The blades were close to his arms, with hidden edges.

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The huge ink-colored long sword came with the sound of biting wind. Zhuang Lin was not afraid and rushed towards it. In an instant, the two collided with each other.

Another loud noise made the entire city tremble, and those who had fallen asleep were also awakened by the huge sound.

In the terrible impact, Zhuang Lin flew backwards. After flying more than ten meters, he managed to stabilize his body. However, the two Tang knives in his hands were completely damaged.

And Dongfang Yun, who was standing on the street and controlling the huge sword with the power of his mind, also felt uncomfortable. The violent impact impacted the power of his mind attached to the sword, which fed back to his body.

, there was a dull pain in his chest, and he couldn't help spitting out a mouthful of blood.

"I didn't expect that there are such amazing talents in this mortal world." The gray-robed monk raised his head and looked at the village forest above the sky. The light in his eyes became brighter and brighter. He couldn't help but
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