Poor monk is awesome

Chapter 332 The Arrival of the Mirror
"Hehe, you can try it." Qianzhishu sneered, holding the Linglong dice and squeezed it hard, endless black light emerged from the Linglong dice, and the black light condensed into a black door in front of Qianzhishu.

A huge coercion came from inside the door, and Ke Yibai, who was closest to Qianzhiju, couldn't bear the coercion even though there was a flow of immortal energy in his body, and was oppressed and kept retreating.

Meng Wuqing's black hair fluttered, no sword in his hand was better than having a sword, he raised his finger and swiped lightly towards Qian Zhishu, a gray sword energy appeared in front of Qian Zhishu, and slashed at her.

A drop of blood flowed down from Qianzhishu's forehead, and the sword qi had not yet reached his body, but he was already injured by the sword intent.

Seeing that the gray sword energy was about to kill Qian Zhishu, two streaks of purple and gold energy flew out from the black door and collided with the gray sword energy.

"Fellow Daoist Meng hasn't seen him for many years, and his way of swordsmanship is even better than before."

A gentle and magnetic voice sounded, and the sky of Tianfu City was instantly covered with dark clouds, and a blood moon appeared in the sky.

In the Tianjiao courtyard, the unconscious Jiu Jie suddenly opened his eyes, and looked at the sky outside the window with angry eyes, the blood moon was dazzling red.

"Mirrors!"

Memories of Xunfang City flooded into my mind like a flood. Wei Wuxian died tragically, he was seriously injured, and the memories of the two sisters Bai Su and Bai Xin being sealed by him.

"Sir, are you okay?" Wang Meili was looking at Jiujie worriedly, but she quickly asked when he saw him waking up.

"I'm fine." Jiujie shook his head and sat up from the bed. Suddenly he felt something in his arms. He touched it and took it out and found that it was a blood-red bead with a ray of soul inside.

"Li Yanfeng..." Jiu Jie murmured, with a look of sadness in his eyes, the guy he hated the most, died for himself now.

"I will definitely find a way to revive you." Jiu Jie put the blood-colored beads into the system space, stood up from the bed, and walked outside.

"My lord, where are you going?" Wang Meili asked worriedly.

Jiu Jie didn't answer her, and strode out of the house and out of Tianjiao Courtyard.

At this time, in the west block of Tianfu City, an elegant-looking monk in linen with long eyebrows and red phoenix eyes came out from the black light gate. Behind him were two young men with dull eyes, one in Taoist robes and carrying a long sword; Wearing a moon-white monk robe, holding a dharma chain.

Jiu Jie flew all the way here and saw those two young men, his heart was shocked.

Like, these two young people look too much like Wei Wuxian.

Jiujie still remembered that Wei Wuxian said that he had two brothers. Three of the brothers practiced Buddhism, Taoism, and demons. He had the source of demons, and the other two brothers had the source of Buddhism and immortality.

By the way, Xianyuan!
Jiu Jie's heart twitched slightly, so the old man Lingxuanzi said that this was the opportunity in Mengzhou?
Did Wei Wuxian's elder brother have the opportunity for the immortal foundation that he lacked?

Looking at the appearance of those two young men, I am afraid that they have become puppets of Zijing.

"Noisy, wild people step into Mengzhou, die!" Meng Wuqing opened his lips lightly, stepped into the void and walked towards the mirror, with sword energy all over his body towards the mirror, when the last word was spoken, the endless gray The sword energy headed towards Zijing like a gust of wind and rain.

"Where I am, everything is wild." Zijing chuckled, the blood moon in the sky shone brightly, and a blood-red giant dragon quickly condensed and opened its blood-colored mouth to swallow the endless gray sword energy. Quickly strangling the red giant dragon, the inch-inch dragon collapsed and was reborn again, constantly consuming the gray sword energy.

"kill!"

"kill!"

At the same time, the two young men behind Zijing also moved, and rushed towards Meng Xinge and the others expressionlessly.

"Come together!" Dong Cheng shouted.

Yi Weiyue took the lead in bending his bow and setting an arrow, and four silver arrows condensed and shot towards the two of them.

One of the two swung their swords and the other swung the dharma chain. Purple energy and Buddha energy intersected and blocked the four silver arrows. blood.

"Go!" Dong Cheng flipped through the Myriad Monster Records, and hundreds of demon souls and spirit beasts appeared and rushed towards the two of them, surrounding and besieging them. Monster beasts or spirit beasts were constantly being wiped out by the two of them. trembling.

"Look! Look at my soul-destroying bell!" Meng Xinge suddenly took out the soul-destroying bell and shook it continuously at the two, and bursts of sound waves spread towards the two of them.

The monsters near the two were all stunned by the influence of the soul-destroying bell, but the two remained unmoved. More monsters fell, and more monster souls were cut into white light.

"Xin Ge, I beg you not to use this broken bell, it hurts me every time!" Dong Cheng wanted to cry without tears.

"It doesn't make sense, why doesn't it work for them?" Meng Xinge looked at this scene in puzzlement, a little confused, the dementing bell, which has been tried and tested in the past, seems to have appeared many times recently The situation, is the opponent you meet too strong?
"They are all dead. They are just puppets without souls. Of course your soul-catching bell will not work." Jiujie walked out with blood stains on his body and looked at the two people in the sky and said one word after another. .

Suddenly Jiu Jie shouted at them: "Wei Wudao, Wei Wuqing, do you still remember your younger brother Wei Wuxian?"

The two who were fighting with the monsters and beast souls in the sky suddenly stopped, and their eyes were confused for a moment, but then they returned to their sluggish looks.

Zijing, carrying endless bloody light in the sky, was cut back by Mengwuqing with a sword. After hearing Jiujie's shout, he looked down and said with a smile:
"Little ghost, we are really destined! Since you care so much about my three disciples, then I will use you as a substitute for my Wuxian disciple."

As he said that, Zi Jing stretched out his hand to hold Jiu Jie's void, and blood moon rays of light appeared around Jiu Jie's body immediately, making him unable to move.

"Heaven and earth righteousness!" Jiu Jie yelled, and the heaven and earth righteousness flowed through his body, quickly dissolving the pressure around him.

"Hehe, the way is good, but it's a pity you are too weak." Zi Jing shook her head.

The blood-colored light was stronger, and the righteousness of heaven and earth in Jiujie collapsed and dissipated due to the impact. The quilt mirror was grabbed from the air and sucked towards it.

"Zijing." Meng Wuqing appeared behind Zijing, and the sword energy burst through Zijing's body.

Zijing's body quickly dissipated and turned into flying smoke, and then recondensed beside Jiu Jie, hitting Jiu Jie's back with a palm.

"Friend Daoist Meng is superb in swordsmanship, Zi Jing is not an opponent, but he can still save his life." Zi Jing said slowly, blood-red evil energy entered Jiu Jie's body in his hand.

The blood-red evil spirit quickly collided and destroyed Jiu Jie's body, damaging the meridians.

The colorless flame in Jiu Jie's body automatically emerged, rushed towards the blood-red evil spirit, wrapped and burned into nothingness.

"Huh—?" Zijing wondered, he had never seen such power before, his eyes flickered and said: "Could it be that I picked up a treasure?"

(End of this chapter)