"Senior brother, whether you live or die depends on your fate."

As soon as Yi Qing finished speaking, a stream of blood foam emerged from the corner of his mouth. Immediately, his complexion turned from white to green, and then from green to black. He opened his mouth and spat out a black fire ball the size of a bowl. The black fire ball floated slightly in the air.

It sank, then flickered, and then disappeared without a trace.

What a fast speed!

Luo Tian and Monk Mingyue, who were hiding in secret, looked at each other and saw a trace of shock in each other's eyes.

"Wow!"

Sure enough, a few breaths later, a scream came from the distant sky, and soon there was no sound.

Yi Qing leaned forward and spurted out a few mouthfuls of thick blood. Then he grabbed a few pills from the Qiankun bag and swallowed them. Then, he controlled the Escape Light without even refining the potency of the pills.

Fly away quickly.

"Which one should I pursue?" Monk Mingyue stretched out his tongue and licked it, and said eagerly.

Luo Tian didn't say anything, a black light appeared under his feet, and the next moment he and his sword flew together in the direction where the old man in white shirt escaped.

"Not bad, not bad!" Upon seeing this, Monk Mingyue hurriedly followed him, shouting strangely, "Specialize in picking weak persimmons, boy Han Yi, it seems that you have secretly learned many of the Sa family's tricks!"

Luo Tian: “…”

***

On a sand dune dozens of miles away, an old man in white clothes was sitting on it covered with blood drops. Most of his clothes were torn to pieces. Black smoke was rising from his exposed skin. The skin passed through the quiet spring.

Once the magic flame burned, it seeped into the muscles and bones, making bursts of soft hissing sounds. The face of the old man in white clothes was twisted ferociously in pain, and he couldn't help but groan repeatedly.

The old man in white shirt released his spiritual consciousness and immediately arranged a few restraints. Then he took out a jade bottle with him with some confidence and applied the pink liquid in the jade bottle to the injured skin.

"I'm still quite wary."

At this time, a warm and frivolous laughter passed into the ears of the old man in white clothes. The old man in white clothes reached out and grabbed a black iron ruler to protect his chest, and shouted in a deep voice: "Who is it?"

The next moment, a green figure suddenly appeared from ten feet away. He just took one step and came to the old man in white clothes. Then he casually reached out and patted his hand, and a big hand formed by orange flames suddenly appeared above the old man in white clothes.

Shoot hard.

After a soft sound, the restriction set by the old man in white shirt was directly broken, and the big orange flame hand shot towards the old man in white shirt without stopping.

"I don't know whether to live or die..." A look of contempt flashed in the eyes of the old man in white clothes. Even though he was seriously injured, he was still an expert at playing with fire. Although the aura of the big orange flame hand was quite powerful, it was not to the point where he could not resist it.

, if the visitor wants to beat up the drowned dog, he will be disappointed.

"My mother!" Monk Mingyue had experienced the power of Luo Tian's exercises. As soon as he flew down, he saw the old man in white shirt fighting with Luo Tian desperately, "This old guy, it's really

I’m tired of living..."

Bang!

With a dull sound, the entire sand dune was directly flattened by the big hand of orange flames. Countless quicksands shot up and sank three feet deep before finally calming down.

"Didn't you say you want to live?" Monk Mingyue muttered in dissatisfaction.

Luo Tian said lightly: "I misjudged the opponent's strength."

Monk Mingyue: “…”

With a wave of his sleeves, a gust of wind roared past. Soon, Luo Tian drove away the sand in front of him. However, as far as his eyes could see, the old man in white clothes in front of him was directly shot by the orange flames.

The powder was turned into powder, and except for the black iron ruler, even the opponent's Qiankun bag was melted into nothingness by Luo Tian's trace of demon-subduing Ganghuo attached to it.

Frowning and standing with his hands behind his back, Luo Tian's spiritual consciousness directly scanned the black iron ruler and found that there was an extremely large spiritual mark in the black iron ruler. Presumably this magic weapon was not owned by the old man in white, but by another master monk.

Just lend it to him for use.

It's not that Luo Tian didn't try to erase the divine consciousness mark in the black iron ruler, but even though his consciousness is now comparable to the late stage of pill formation, it still takes ten and a half days to completely refine the divine consciousness mark. This

The time in between was enough for the real owner of the black iron ruler to come to the door. It was a troubled time now, and Luo Tian didn't want to bring such a hot potato with him.

"Spray him with honey in his face!" Monk Mingyue scolded very unhappily, "The foundation-building monks of Luo Yun Sect are too fragile. You can destroy them both physically and mentally with one move. If things go on like this, this business will not work.

It’s done…”

Luo Tian didn't seem to hear what Monk Mingyue said. An idea flashed in his mind, and he stood there looking uncertain.

After a moment, Luo Tian laughed and said, "Fellow Taoist, I was almost fooled by you!"

After saying that, Luo Tian volleyed and reached for the black iron ruler, and the black iron ruler was directly captured in his hand, "Fellow Taoist, should I invite you to come out or come out by yourself?"

"Boy Han, are you crazy? There is nothing strange about this black iron ruler!" Monk Mingyue couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, "Don't be suspicious..."

"It looks like I'm going to invite you out?" The corners of Luo Tian's mouth turned up, and a very light transparent flame suddenly burst out from his palm. It was the demon-subduing Gangfire that restrained evil ways and ghost bodies and spiritual consciousness.

"Fellow Taoist, why are you so aggressive?" A soft sigh rang out, and immediately a ball of flaming light emerged from the black iron ruler. Monk Mingyue, whose mouth was wide open, was in a daze. This aura was that of the old man in white.

"How did fellow Taoist find out?" The figure of the old man in white clothes was vaguely visible in the flaming ball of light. He could not help but feel a little discouraged at this moment.

Luo Tian smiled faintly and said: "I am confident that I am not capable of beating a foundation-building monk to the point of being completely destroyed with just one blow."

"I see."

The spirit of the old man in white shirt suddenly realized, and he said bitterly: "I wonder why your friend is living here?"

"Tell me the location of Luo Yunzong."

"This is impossible!" The old man in white shirt flatly refused.

Luo Tian shook his head and sighed softly. Knowing that it would be useless to talk any more, he immediately reached out with his claws and cut directly into the soul of the old man in white clothes. The mana in his body was running rapidly, and he forcibly performed the Soul Searching Technique.

"Ah! Master will not let you go..." In just a moment, the old man in white shirt was gone.

After a long time, Luo Tian withdrew his palm, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he murmured: "No wonder, no wonder..."

Half a month later, in a gloomy place full of swamp mud, two sneaky figures flew from a distance, and then quickly fell straight down from the sky.

"The founding ancestor of the Luo Yun Sect is so powerful that he built the sect in such a miserable place where no one is willing to poop!"

"Silence! Someone is coming!"

These two people are none other than Luo Tian and Monk Mingyue.

After a while, a stream of white light flew very quickly from the depths of the swamp, and stopped quietly where Luo Tian and his wife had just been. They frowned and observed for a moment, then pointed their finger at the center of their eyebrows, and sixteen black masses suddenly emerged from the center of their eyebrows.

The flames plunged into the void beneath him extremely quickly.

"It's strange. There was a strange aura here just now. Could it be that another monster escaped?" In the white stream of light was a handsome young man as rich as jade. He was seen meditating for a moment, and a line was drawn in the air.

The Tao's substantial figure breaks through the sky and disappears into the distance.

"It turns out to be the technique of splitting light. This person's magical power is extremely terrifying!"
Chapter completed!