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Fang Shiyi almost laughed angrily when a cauldron hit him with a bang.

Little brat, who scares who!

The hands around the waist were so tight that it was almost breathless, Fang Shiyi didn't want to lose face in front of his younger brother, so he broke his hands reluctantly.Meng Mingchao originally refused to let go, but noticed that his sleeve was soaked with bright red blood, paused, and let him go carefully to prevent him from getting it on.

Fang Shiyi forced himself not to look at the dying person on the ground, turned his head to look, Meng Mingchao immediately took off his blood-stained robe, his face was almost transparent under the moonlight, his light-colored eyes reflected the thin Vulnerable, his eyes fell on the blood-stained torn clothes on his shoulders.

His expression was indescribably gloomy and terrifying for a moment, but it was a pity that he restrained himself very well.

Fang Shiyi frowned and stared at Meng Mingchao. Seeing that he was intact, he just swallowed the words as if he was frightened.

When he came, he was burning with anxiety, but when he got in front of people, he refused to say anything more. He raised his brows silently to read up and down, pulled out his cloak and threw people into a ball, and then looked at those evil cultivators.

Only then did Meng Mingchao walk to his side, his voice was very soft: "Brother, who hurt you?"

The Tingfeng Sword that Wen Xiuyue gave to Meng Mingchao was almost a decoration except for the sword practice on the Shanhaizhu.At this moment, buzzing and trembling, the sharp sword that had been forged into the limbs of the big monster pierced through the mouth of the evil cultivator who opened his mouth to sneak attack, passed through the back of his head, and pinned him to the ground, only a small section of the sword and the When the hilt came up, cracks popped out inch by inch on the bluestone board, stained with blood.

Rao Shifang picked up the relics and followed the elder down the mountain for several years, and he has seen a lot. Seeing this scene, his eyebrows couldn't help but twitch.

Only then did he feel in a trance that something was wrong.

Xiao Mingchao is clearly the first time to kill... Why are his hands so steady and ruthless?

Compared with other races, human races probably have a bit more hypocritical nature. They can kill monsters with strange shapes, but when they face people with the same shape as themselves, they will inevitably hesitate and panic when they strike for the first time.

Fang Shiyi still remembered that after the first time he killed the evil cultivator, he dreamed of that person's face before he died that night.

Master said that he was indecisive, and it was true.

Meng Mingchao was not as pure and harmless as he had imagined. Fang Shiyi had complicated emotions at the moment, and he couldn't tell whether it was happiness or disappointment--for Meng Mingchao, happiness was not without the power to protect himself, but disappointment was because the child had indeed grown up, but he He also treats others like children.

He thought endlessly, pulled out the Tingfeng Sword, flicked the blade, and the blood stains and filth on it dissipated together, and when he handed it back, he was held by the wrist halfway.

Meng Mingchao's palms were cold.

"Brother?" Meng Mingchao frowned, full of worry, "What's wrong?"

Fang Shiyi didn't break free, and put Tingfeng back into the scabbard with that hand: "It's nothing." Without waiting for Meng Mingchao to ask, he continued, "I'm sorry...for making you suffer."

Meng Ming looked at his face softly, the shadows in his eyes dissipated a lot, touched the scabbard, put his hands behind his back in a playful way, and smiled at him: "Don't blame senior brother, that's the territory of that fox demon." , it's normal to be clouded by accident."

Fang Shiyi took his hand, grasped his wrist, felt his pulse, confirmed that he was not injured, then nodded, his tense shoulders loosened, and his back was covered with cold sweat.

A few evil cultivators nearby who were semi-conscious from the pain were woken up by the noise, opened their eyes in a daze, and saw Meng Mingchao who was closest to them.

The boy's figure was slender and white, like clear ice and snow under the moonlight. It was beautiful, but it also made people feel chilled.

Vaguely, a picture appeared in their minds - under the radiance of the moon, the night wind whizzed by, the big bell used for warning in the temple rang "Dang", and the guardian array shattered into countless pieces.

The young man with a long sword broke into the temple and went all the way to the backyard.

There was a river of blood on the ground, but the young man's steps were brisk and unstained. He noticed the terrified eyes around him and nodded politely. His chin and neck formed a beautiful arc: "Senior brother doesn't like me getting dirty."

The breeze brushed away his black forehead hair, and a fiery red mark shone brightly.

Immediately, the thing they locked in the temple lost control and escaped, the black-robed man fell from the sky, and the boy disappeared... The courtyard was turned into another hell by the black-robed man.

The cold wind blew from the cave door, and the few people focused their slack eyes, saw the boy's profile clearly, and suddenly trembled, under the extreme panic, they actually developed strength, and crawled back with crazy hands and feet.

Fang Shiyi noticed the movement, and made a trick to stop them, frowning: "I still have to deal with these few."

He wasn't in a hurry to make a move, Meng Mingchao, who was either occupied by the black-robed man or full of heart, didn't pay much attention to the scene inside the temple, when he took a closer look, he saw something was wrong.

Even the thin snow disappeared on the ground where the blood was scattered, and the large formation drawn on the ground appeared.

It is a magic lock formation.

Seeing that there are quite a few so-called "Spirit Locking Arrays" and "Demon Locking Arrays" today, but they are all like children's play, not successful.Rumor has it that the powerful ancient magic lock array was annihilated thousands of years ago in the Yungu War, leaving a few words for future generations to speculate on.

This magic-locking formation may not be a real ancient formation, but the spells are complicated, and the shattered and broken spirit stones in the formation are all high-grade, obviously not those low-quality goods.

It's a pity that one corner is broken and has expired.

Fang Shiyi felt very distressed, rubbed it regretfully for a moment, walked to the vicinity of Xie Xiu who was lying on the ground and couldn't move, stretched out his hand to pat the nearest one... and was stopped by Meng Mingchao halfway.

Meng Mingchao looked at him disapprovingly: "Brother, dirty."

The man rolled his eyes and almost fainted from fright.

Fang Shiyi looked at the plaster and blood stains all over his body, but didn't feel how clean he was. Seeing his serious expression, he had no choice but to withdraw his hand in a sly manner, and waved at Dandan: "Come."

Eggy: "..."

The sharp cat's paw stretched and retracted, retracted and stretched again, and finally the big cat couldn't maintain its pride, walked over with drooping ears, and poked the man impatiently.

Fang Shiyi pointed to the broken magic lock array, and said with a pleasant expression, "What are you raising here?"

Xie Xiu looked terrified and kept silent.

Meng Mingchao was not very happy: "Senior brother, why didn't you ask me?" He also squatted down, and the two senior brothers squatted together, next to each other, sharing each other's body temperature. Meng Mingchao was very comfortable, with beautiful eyes He narrowed his eyes, "I saw it when I came here. It was a man wrapped in sackcloth. It looked like a man. Blood was oozing from the sackcloth... The smell made me very uncomfortable."

Fang Shiyi was taken aback for a moment, as if the cold rain was splashing fog, he instantly understood: "The Corpse King!"

A few years ago, when the demon cultivators were still hiding in the cracks of the ground, they secretly set up bureaus in various parts of Central Continent, gradually turning people from a village, a town, or even a city into sha, and throwing them into a pit of blood corpses of thousands of people.

In the end, he used insidious methods to refine a corpse king covered in poison.

When Xiao Lin fought against him, he retreated steadily, and his skin was accidentally scratched, almost crippling his arm.

When the demon clan and the evil cultivators were in turmoil, the corpse king was drawn out and slaughtered several cities in a row, making him notorious, but gradually disappeared in the next few years.

Combined with the situation of this city, it can be guessed that the corpse king is out of control, and the evil cultivators reaped the consequences, so they can only quickly find a place and put down a large formation to suppress him.

Fang Shiyi looked down at the blood-stained face on the ground, frowning tightly.

The corpse king had obviously escaped, and it would never be a good thing for an out-of-control murder weapon to escape.

After pondering for a while, he got up and took out a few sound transmission symbols, explained the matter in a few words, and flew towards Shanhaimen and the nearby aristocratic sects.

After being notified of this, Fang Shiyi lowered his head again: "Do you know the man in black robe who was in the courtyard just now?"

If what he expected was right, the "something" that the black-robed man said was to catch the corpse king.

But he was a little dazed.

That black-robed man hurt Master, poisoned Master, and was with the group of monsters. Even if he wasn't the son of a big monster, he was still a powerful figure from the monster clan.The Yaozu is teaming up with the evil cultivators, and there are nearly a hundred evil cultivators in the yard, and he actually does it right away?

He said that these people provoked the wrong person... Who is it?

Xiexiu spoke hoarsely: "I said...can you give me a good time."

It is more painful than dying if you can't live or die.

Fang Shiyi stared at him indifferently for a moment, then nodded.

"I've seen...he..." He spit out blood and trembled, "He is... ah!"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly uttered a terribly miserable scream, writhing and writhing on the ground like a bug, as if an invisible knife was lingering at him, in just a moment, he had no good skin left, and his whole body was bathed in water. in the blood.Fang Shiyi was startled, and tried several methods, but they couldn't rescue him, a thin layer of frost covered the corner of the courtyard, Fang Shiyi was covered in cold sweat, and the man was motionless.

Dead completely.

Meng Mingchao stood quietly behind, and whispered: "Senior brother."

Fang Shiyi calmed down and turned his head.

Meng Mingchao pointed to the others: "...It's gone too."

Seeing that Fang Shiyi's face was pale, Meng Ming came over and stroked his back: "Go out and talk."

Fang Shiyi glanced at the mess in the courtyard, pulled out two fire talismans, threw them on the ground, the flames started, and licked the corpses in the backyard in an instant.

Fang Shiyi rubbed his forehead, and led his junior brother and two spirit beasts out of the temple, sincerely feeling that he had suffered eight lifetimes of bad luck.

After the temple was occupied by evil cultivators, there was an ominous death and blackness everywhere, which was gradually swallowed by the burning fire.Under the darkness of night, the flames were soaring into the sky, and thick smoke was billowing.

Obviously he didn't do anything, but Fang Shiyi felt exhausted, pulled Meng Mingchao to sit on the stone steps below for a while, patted his hem and stood up: "Let's go, we should go back and clean up that room of liars and that fox demon." gone."

Meng Mingchao nodded obediently, his expression with low eyebrows and smooth eyes was extremely cute, and he couldn't see the coldness and sharpness when he drew the sword at all.

Fang Shiyi looked at the handsome junior brother, and became interested again. He wiped his dirty hands, and squeezed his face beseechingly. The smile climbed up the corners of his eyebrows and eyes again. Come footsteps.

Fang Shiyi and Meng Mingchao looked together.

The person who hurried over had the face of Fang Shiyi.

The three looked at each other with wide eyes: "..."

Meng Ming pulled out his sword expressionlessly, and said in a chilly voice, "Change back!"

The fox demon was so frightened that he had a diabetes insipidus, swiped it, and turned into a white-haired fox.

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