I, Panda, am super fierce!

The raised barrier kept out the monks who sensed the fluctuation and rushed over.

Because the Qiushao Secret Realm can only be entered by foundation-building monks, the leaders of the various sects are not too high-level, and the highest Chen Yong is only at the Golden Core Stage.

This is also the reason why Ding Jing dared to be so tough.

After the death of his son, Ding Jing lost the possibility of going further. Now his heart and eyes are full of revenge, but hatred will not make him dull.In the month since he came to Qiushao Town, Ding Jing has already figured out the situation clearly. The barrier outside the secret is the formation he has already arranged. He is waiting here day and night, just waiting to be able to kill the enemy with his hands.

As for how to survive after revenge, Ding Jing also thought of a countermeasure.

Holding the slightly decomposed corpse in his arms, Ding Jing looked sullen. He let go of his spiritual sense and scanned a hundred miles around to make sure that there were no monks who had escaped, so he was a little satisfied.

"Is there no one who dares to stand up?" The monks who were leading the sects had already reached outside the barrier, and Ding Jing knew that he couldn't wait any longer.

He swept his eyes down, exuding the aura of a Nascent Soul cultivator. Most of the cultivators below couldn't bear it, and knelt down on the ground under pressure.

Lanyue was stuck on the ground, and Yi Zhou exhausted all his strength to not kneel down like the others. His back was bent, and cold sweat oozes from his forehead. The beads of sweat gathered more and more, and finally rolled down his cheeks.

This man was coming for him.

Yi Zhou already knew the answer when he saw the clothes on the corpse. He was not really afraid. There was a secret realm behind him, and he could hide in it at any time.

But there were still so many people on the field, those innocent people who were dragged down by him, Yi Zhou didn't dare to use the lives of those people to gamble whether the monks in the sky would go on a killing spree.

All his thoughts were in the blink of an eye, and Yi Zhou was frantically thinking about a way to get out safely without hurting others, but he didn't show anything on his face.

Seeing the group of monks crawling like ants on the ground, Ding Jing showed a gentle look to the corpse in his arms: "Look, Xuaner, how ridiculous these people are."

He took out a chair from the storage bag, the chair was floating in the air, and the old man put his son on it.

The corpse that had been dead for a long time was completely stiff, and it was impossible to sit down on the chair. Ding Jing smiled and broke the corpse, and the spell on the chair automatically imprisoned the person.

Touching the bumpy face on the corpse, Ding Jing said softly: "Xuan'er is here to watch, Daddy will avenge you right away."

After saying this, he stood up and turned around, looking at the group of people below again.

"I'm impatient. If no one dares to stand up, they will all be buried with my son." Ding Jing smiled when he spoke, and seemed to be in a good mood. After saying this, he slightly lost his authority , allowing people to move freely.

Still no one came out, the people below had their own thoughts, the small sect or casual cultivators looked around, hoping that someone would stand up and save them from the fire, the disciples of the great sect didn't think that Yuanying was such an unpredictable cultivation base , are waiting for the elders of their sect to come and rescue them.

Ding Xuan closed his eyes and let go of his consciousness, and suddenly raised his hand to grab two people.

Those two people were dressed plainly, their cassocks were in tatters, and there was a hint of panic in their expressions. After they were caught, they hurriedly begged for mercy.

"Senior, we didn't kill your young master, senior is a clear lesson!"

Ding Jing opened his eyes, bloodshot in his eyes, with a frenzied expression, he reached out and pulled off the storage bag on the waist of the man on the left.

"This is my son's stuff, how dare you argue!"

He raised his palm and was about to pat that monk's head.

Between life and death, the man showed unprecedented reaction speed, threw out the only magic weapon and blew himself up to stop the palm, narrowly escaped from Ding Jing's hand, and fell to the ground.

The first thing the monk did after escaping was to defend himself: "We really didn't kill the man. When we went, he was already dead. If you don't believe me, ask my brother."

The so-called senior brother nodded quickly when he heard the words: "We found him by the Dingbo Lake. At that time, there was only one body, and the magic weapon and storage bag were still on him."

As he said that, he took out the fan-shaped magic weapon from his body, and handed it over with both hands, "What the two of us said is absolutely not a half lie, please learn from me, senior."

Ding Jing reached out to take the magic weapon, his expression relaxed a bit, and he let go of the strength in his hand.

The elderly monk fell from mid-air, got up and walked to the side of his junior brother, the two looked at each other, feeling a little grateful in their hearts.

Just when they thought they could save their lives, they heard Ding Jing ask: "Since both of you have seen my son's body and stole his things, why can't you collect his body together?"

His tone was soft, but what he said made the two of them lose their voices.

Why not converge together?Because I didn't expect that if they knew that they would get into such a big trouble, they wouldn't even want the magic weapon storage bag!

The older monk smiled wryly, because of his previous greed, he lowered his head and cupped his fists at Ding Jing: "Senior, forgive me."

But Ding Jing ignored him, and said to himself: "My son loves beauty the most, even the cassock he wears and the jade crown that wraps his hair are all in the most fashionable styles, and now it looks like this , he should be unhappy."

As he said that, the chair that was originally behind moved suddenly, and a tattered corpse appeared in front of the two of them. Seeing more life and death, the two were also scared back a few steps.

"Look, you can't stand just seeing it." Ding Jing's voice sank, he walked to the chair in two steps, and turned the corpse's head in one direction, revealing the half of the head that had been bitten off.

His head was already empty, and Ding Jing's voice sounded like a demon from another continent: "Then my son has become like this, can he bear it?"

The two were trapped on the spot and couldn't move. Feeling the increasing murderous intent in Ding Jing's words, when the other party finished speaking and turned to look at them again, a person suddenly came out from the crowd.

The man shouted: "I killed the man."

The fellow disciple next to him widened his eyes in shock, and Ding Jing in front let go of the two monks after hearing this, and shot Yi Zhou over with his hand.

Yi Zhou flew forward unconsciously, Ding Jing probably did it on purpose, when he was caught, he was still pressed to the ground, his body rubbed against the ground, and the exposed back of his hand and cheek was painfully rubbed.

Others evaded one after another, Chen Yong who was outside the barrier was shocked, anxious in his heart, and the magic weapon and spells were all thrown over the barrier.

At the same time, he shouted: "Ding Jing, if you dare to touch my disciple of the Taiyan Sect, you will never get out alive today!"

The enchantment was shocked by a burst of indiscriminate bombardment, Ding Jing sneered, and didn't take him seriously, stretched out his hand and dragged the young man on the ground up.

There was no look of panic on the young man's face, and he dared to negotiate terms in front of him.

"I killed people, since I came out, can you let others go?"

"Let go? That's fine." Ding Jing laughed grimly: "After I've stripped you of your skin and boned you, I'll let them go naturally."

Ding Jing had no doubts about the authenticity of Yi Zhou's words. On the day he heard the news, he used his blood to go back and see an unclear scene, but there were too many people before, and he couldn't quickly find the murderer in a short time.

Now that Yi Zhou was standing in front of him, the scene of Ding Xuan's death appeared before his eyes again.

He was supposed to have a bright future, the son who could be promoted to Jindan once he came out of the secret realm!

Ding Jing's eyes turned red, and he was about to press down when he raised his hand.

He wanted to let the person in front of him taste those pains and fears, but time was running out, and Ding Jing felt sorry for letting him die so easily.

He raised his hand, and a huge red palm appeared from the air, covering the entire foot of the mountain.

Ding Jing laughed loudly, touched the face of the mutilated corpse beside him, his expression was a little crazy: "My son, Daddy, I will send these people to be buried with you right away."

From the very beginning, Ding Jing was not prepared to let these people go. Even if he sent these sect disciples back unharmed, those people would not let him go, let alone the murderer was a disciple of the No. [-] sect in the world.

Since the result is the same, what is the difference between killing one and killing all?

The blood-red palm is the spell that Ding Jing has practiced for a hundred years, and it is his most proud method.

The monks at the foot of the mountain looked at the giant palm falling from the top of their heads like dead ashes, and hated the instigator in their hearts. Some of them were not reconciled, and even resorted to their powerful methods in the air in an attempt to resist.

But those things didn't respond when they fell on the giant palm, and the bloody palm still fell at the original speed.

Just when most people were closing their eyes and waiting to die, a figure suddenly appeared. The figure was holding a sword with a black body. He raised his hand, raised the sword, and slashed upwards.

A beam of sword energy came out from the sword and struck towards the giant palm in the sky.

The giant palm had no resistance in front of Jian Guang, and was cut in half by the sword energy. The broken blood-red palm seemed to have been drained of all the mana, and the color became lighter and smaller, and finally the wind dissipated in.

The figure swung a sword, without looking up, turned his head to protect Yi Zhou behind him, raised his hand in Ding Jing's direction, and swung his sword again.

Since the appearance of the figure, Ding Jing has been completely imprisoned and unable to move at all. Like the Foundation Establishment cultivator he held in his hands before, he is also like an ant, whose life and death are under the control of others.

Ding Jing is not reconciled, he still has many things to do, he has not yet avenged his son, and has not had time to find an heir for himself.

He can obviously go!He must not die here!

The sword light was already in front of him, but Ding Jing's aura began to skyrocket, from the middle stage of foundation establishment, to the late stage, and then to Dzogchen.

He touched the threshold of getting out of his body, and the Nascent Soul was restless in the dantian, and the strength of the body's confinement was much weaker. Like the monk who escaped from his hand before, Ding Jing also avoided the sword dangerously.

The first thing Ding Jing did after he escaped was to kill the boy not far away. His eyes had turned red, which was a sign of being possessed.

A monk who has just become a demon will have a period of experience of skyrocketing cultivation, and Ding Jing is in this stage.

He knew that he was no match for that figure, but so what, the other party was just a distraction, which would disappear sooner or later.

The spells were thrown forward uninterruptedly, all of which were cut off by the figure's sword, but as he used the sword more and more times, the figure's body became more and more transparent.

Soon!Ding Xuan didn't care about the half of his arm that was cut off, and looked crazy. He took out the fan-shaped magic weapon used by his son, poured mana into it and fanned it forward, and the strong wind with black evil aura swept away.

Ding Jing and Ding Xuan have different cultivation bases, and the power of the same magic weapon is also very different.

The strong wind covered the sky and covered the sun, covering almost half of the area in the barrier. The monks screamed and moved away, each using their own means to save their lives.

"Master." Yi Zhou was distracted and protected in his arms, without any harm.

"Don't be afraid." The man touched his head, and the palm on his head was reassuring.

"I'll be there soon," he said.

The distraction didn't last long, and since the end of the gang wind, it has faded and is almost completely transparent.

"Hahaha, go to hell!" Ding Jing laughed wildly, then took out another magic weapon and threw it out.

The magic weapon was in the shape of a mountain peak, weighing ten thousand jun, Ding Jing didn't make the magic weapon bigger, it only covered the position of the enemy.

He no longer expects to be buried with everyone, he only wants the person in front of him to die!

Si Heng raised his head distractedly, and raised his sword again. His figure disappeared, but the shape of the sword became more and more clear.

The black sword slashed towards the mountain with the momentum of thunder.

The mountain peak was cut in half from bottom to top and turned into useless waste, but Ding Jing didn't feel distressed, but showed ecstasy.

Because that figure has completely disappeared!

The people outside were still doing useless efforts against the barrier, Ding Jing felt disdainful, he turned his head, opened his hand towards Yi Zhou, and then gradually shrank his five fingers.

Yi Zhou seemed to be squeezed out by someone, he couldn't breathe, and a force squeezed him from the outside, as if to crush every inch of his muscles and bones.

"Looking for death!" Ding Jing had just raised his hand when a voice full of anger came.

The barrier was crushed like ice, and a black dragon swooped down on him from top to bottom.

Ding Jing panicked, and hastened to move his hands faster, but the Canglong moved faster than him, and the fingers only contracted slightly, and the dragon was already in front of him, opening its mouth to swallow him.

Red water mist rose in the air, and the Canglong formed a circle around Yi Zhou, and the monks who were blocked outside also rushed in to confirm the safety of their disciples.

Yi Zhou was pulled into an embrace by someone, and that person's arms were tightly wrapped around him, as if holding a lost and found treasure.

Being pressed on the back of the head with one hand, Yi Zhou only saw the cloth on the man's clothes. Although he was a little embarrassed by this action in the public, Yi Zhou did not struggle, but opened his arms and took the man with him. embrace the past.

After a long time, a sigh came from above his head: "I'm late."

"It's not too late." Except for the scratches on his face and the back of his hands, Yi Zhou didn't actually suffer any substantial injuries. As for the broken skin, it doesn't seem like a big deal to him now.

The arm around his waist was too tight, making him unable to move. Yi Zhou grabbed the opponent's arm and raised his head reluctantly: "Master, you are really amazing!"

These words were true, but Si Heng's face became even more stinky when he heard it. He suddenly picked up the person in his arms with one hand, and nodded slightly to Chen Yong who was trotting over: "I'll take Yizhou back first." .”

Saying that he set up the flying sword, he disappeared in an instant.

Surrounded by barriers surrounded by mana, a quiet space was built. Yizhou felt extremely embarrassed when someone held his buttocks down with one hand: "Master, please let me down."

No one answered.

"Master." Yi Zhou twisted, and was hugged even tighter. He put one hand on Si Heng's shoulder, tilted his head to look at his face: "I'm really fine, don't worry."

The man looked away, not looking at him anymore.

Huashenjian repaired at an extremely fast speed, before Yi Zhou could coax him well, the two arrived at Feilai Peak.

When he got off the flying sword, Si Heng didn't intend to let him go. He didn't say a word, and walked towards the apse with him in his arms.

The water in the spirit pool always maintains a certain temperature, and the surrounding area is warmer than other places.Walking to the edge of the pool, Si Heng put the man down and raised his hand to undress the apprentice.

"Master, there's no need." Yi Zhou covered his neckline and smiled flatteringly at Si Heng: "I can do this myself."

Si Heng glanced at him, but still didn't say a word, and stripped the apprentice clean with a wave of his hand.

The apprentice has grown up, he is no longer soft, his limbs are slender, his body is vigorous, with a thin layer of muscles under his skin, he looks smooth and powerful.

It's just that there are disharmony in this seemingly extremely beautiful body.

Si Heng stared at his apprentice's skin with different shades of skin, his face darkened as if he was going to destroy everyone.

"Go down." Finally he controlled his emotions and finally spoke.

Only when the master opened his mouth did Yi Zhou dare to jump into the pool. The spiritual energy in the pool relieved his fatigue.Yi Zhou didn't dare to close his eyes and enjoy it. He turned around and leaned against the edge of the pool, raised his head and said to Si Heng: "Master, don't be angry, I really will be fine."

As he spoke, he took out the jade gourd from his clothes by the pool, took out the seal from it, and said, "Master, look, this is the seal of Qiu Shao's secret realm. With it, I can hide in the secret realm at any time. That person can't do anything to me."

Si Heng took the thing from his hand, threw it back after looking at it: "Then why don't you use it?"

"Well, I originally wanted to enter." Yi Zhou sorted out his words, thinking about how to suppress Master's anger.

"But that person caught the other two monks again. After all, I caused the incident, and I can't let others bear the consequences for me." He moved closer and pulled the corner of the robe in front of him: "Master, are you right? "

The people on the shore only lowered their eyes to look at him, and when Yi Zhou wanted to hide under the water, he asked again: "Then why didn't you use the jade talisman I gave you in the first place?"

"At first, the man let out his aura and held me down." Yi Zhou explained, "Later...later, I felt that it was not the right time."

After saying this, Yi Zhou felt that something was wrong.

"Ah"

Sure enough, the people on the shore sneered and asked, "Why did you promise me before you left?"

Yi Zhou said slowly: "I said I will return safely, so Master can rest assured."

Looking into his eyes, Yi Zhou swallowed the words he wanted to explain, and changed his words: "Master, I was wrong."

"Yeah." The man responded lightly, squatting down from the side, and touched the pale pink skin on his arm with his fingers: "Is this an injury from before?"

Yi Zhou nodded in fear, more nervous than facing a dozen monsters in the secret realm.

It's probably similar to Pi Zi who is not afraid of anyone when he is outside, and beats one when he sees one, but he can't find an excuse when he returns home, so he can answer his parents asking him why he has a bruise on his body.

Being brushed back and forth on his arm, Yi Zhou felt more and more burdened.

In order to prevent Master from asking any more questions, he decided to attack first.

"Master, do you know who the owner of the secret realm is?" He asked excitedly, but he didn't dare to let Si Heng guess, and then gave the answer: "It's a senior from the sect. He said his name is Zhongtian. , Master, do you know him?"

Si Heng nodded: "I have."

"Senior Zhongtian came up with the idea of ​​asking, he is so powerful." In order to change the subject, Yi Zhou talked about Zhongtian's deeds in a long-winded manner, and after he gave a general account of what he saw and heard in the illusion, he finally After taking a breath, he rummaged through his clothes and found a cyan vine: "Master, look, this is a talking Long live vine! It's also from the secret realm."

Long live rattan just came out and saw that kind of scene, so frightened that he pretended to be dead and dared not move. When Si Heng undressed Yi Zhou just now, it slid to the ground. Now that Yi Zhou found it, he dared not show it. What a difference.

Afraid of being used to practice magic weapons.

Yi Zhou shook the unresponsive vine: "Why are you silent?"

He held the vine in front of Si Heng, and introduced to him: "This is my master, he is the best person in the world, and he will not do anything to you."

When talking, he secretly rubbed and patted his ass.

Long live rattan's body was thrown back and forth like noodles, and he didn't respond.

Si Heng lowered his eyes, and said to Yi Zhou who seemed a little embarrassed that he had not received a response, "Throw it away."

"嘤~" As soon as the words fell, there was a thin and soft voice.

Long live vine was afraid of being really thrown away, so he didn't dare to pretend to be dead anymore, so he quickly climbed onto Yi Zhou's fingers and wrapped it tightly: "Don't throw me away, you promised to bring me out."

Si Heng originally just said something casually, but he got really angry when he saw the red marks on Yi Zhou's fingers wrapped around Yi Zhou's fingers by the long live vine.

He tore off the thing on his apprentice's finger, and shook his hand away. As a vine, the long live vine was completely painless when thrown out. Seeing that the scary man didn't look at him, he swaggered away.

It has to see what the outside world is like!

Yi Zhou's fingers were pinched in the palm of his hand, and his face was a little hot. He withdrew his hand and coughed dryly: "Actually, it didn't use much strength."

Si Heng hummed lightly again.

Well, I'm in a bad mood again.

Feeling that Yi Zhou, who was getting more and more uncertain about his master's thoughts after going out, had a headache, he turned his eyes away to think of a countermeasure, and suddenly remembered another thing, so he also stuffed the jade gourd into Si Heng's hand.

"By the way, master, that senior asked me to find him an apprentice, saying that this jade gourd will respond to someone with a high talent in formation."