I'm afraid of myself

After He Jinyang introduced Du Ku to Feng Chuixi and the others, he said without a trace of surprise, "Sure enough, you also have the Moonstone."

There is no way for a person without a moonstone to be excluded from the small mirror world, otherwise he would not use Ji Wuxia's moonless stone to keep him in the small mirror world.

Although he knew that it would be a matter of minutes to break away from the fragments of the small world with the strength of the opponent, but it didn't matter whether it was sooner or later to find trouble.

I will hold a grudge!

To a certain extent, Ji Wuxia was right.

The original name of the Arrow God is Jixiang, but before his ascension, he was in his world, his age and gender were unknown, and he met a disaster-level character who was considered ominous for you.

Although He Jinyang possessed by him has a good personality, it would be interesting if he is dominated by the character of Arrow God himself.

Knowing this, the system warned He Jinyang when he chose to possess him, but He Jinyang didn't pay much attention to it.

Facts have proved that there is really nothing wrong with the Arrow God, and He Jinyang's weirdness is just more straightforward than usual.

Du Kuo clasped his hands together at several people: "The little monk picked it up by accident."

He Jinyang expressed his understanding, and he himself picked it up by accident.

Feng Chuixi was a little more curious, "How did you know that the stone would be the last moonstone?"

The first few moonstones were all of a size suitable for picking up and going, so no one expected that there would be a huge moonstone taller than a person.

Moreover, He Jinyang made the move to destroy Yueshi at the end. It is also surprising how he knew that doing so would end the second game?

He Jinyang thought for a while with his chin in his hands, and replied, "Intuition."

He acted according to his intuition throughout the audience, but people didn't believe it.

Feng Chuixi said with contempt: "If you don't want to say it, don't use such a bad excuse."

He Jinyang spread his hands: "If you don't believe it, pull it down."

The wind blows west to make a disgusted appearance.

Mr. Leng Bai was in a silent state, and raised his eyes slightly when Du Ku wanted to say goodbye.

"Where do you want to go? The third game is about to start."

Du Ku, who looked like an old monk, gradually regained his youth after leaving the small mirror world. Obviously, this power to accelerate time only works in the world fragments, and it will be released normally once he leaves.

Du Kuu stopped the steps of leaving, turned around and recited the Buddha's name silently.

"Young monk has something to do."

He Jinyang said meaningfully: "If you are not careful, you will die."

Du Ku paused for a moment, and an extremely rare smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, just like the mystery of Kasyapa's smile when the Buddha held a flower.

"Those who cultivate the next life, this life is just a skin."

After all, walk away.

He Jinyang folded his arms and looked at his background, suddenly a little envious.

It's nice to be able to do what you want to do.

Thinking back to the situation where he was kicked out of the shelves as soon as he crossed, he silently felt sorry for himself for a few seconds.

Leng Baijun glanced over the rest of the survivors, and said, "Do you know who your next opponent will be?"

He Jinyang said indifferently: "I don't know, but why should I know?"

Feng Chuxi sighed endlessly: "Aren't you too conceited? You are not the only strong contender for the immortal name."

He Jinyang smiled indifferently.

Seeing his expression, Feng Chuixi had nothing to say, this guy is too arrogant, someone should rub his spirits!

Leng Baijun pondered for a moment, and said: "Emperor Meixue Junji Wuxia, he seems to be eyeing you, you have to be more careful."

He Jinyang raised his eyebrows: "That's right, can you tell me some news about him?"

Mr. Leng Bai looked at Feng Chuixi, Feng Chuixi twitched the corners of his mouth, resigned to his fate and stepped forward to popularize science.

"Emperor Meixue, it is rumored that he is an ordinary plum tree that grows in the real spirit world, but no one knows how he got the Tao. The only thing that is clear is that he is the oldest one among the ten demon emperors. His strength is unknown, his methods are unknown, he is an extremely mysterious person, and the Xuefei Realm belonging to him has no owner all year round. He's still alive."

Speaking of this, Feng Feixi seemed to suddenly recall a certain confidential news, and his tone became serious.

"There are rumors that he led the war between immortals and demons 8000 years ago. Thanks to this, the world of cultivation suffered heavy losses during the catastrophe."

No matter how many years later Emperor Mei Xue mentioned it, he was always a character like a natural disaster.

If he doesn't do anything, it's fine. If he does, it's not limited to righteousness.

It is such a dangerous person, but he has an extremely handsome and elegant face, looking at him is like watching the elegant scene of snow falling plum blossoms.

On the way Ji Wuxia left the Blood Heaven Realm, a figure suddenly appeared. Although the other person's face was not as old as before, he couldn't hide it from Ji Wuxia's eyes. Isn't this the monk who brought light to spread the message?

Ji Wuxia stopped at the same spot, surrounded by lush bushes and green grass, the vitality of summer really didn't match the dark fur.

Du Kujing waited for a long time for Lai Ji Wuxia's arrival.

Ji Wuxia said impatiently: "Monk, it seems that you really want to cultivate the afterlife." A cold air lingered on the slender fingertips, and killing intent appeared between the sparse eyebrows and eyes.

Du Kuo turned a blind eye to the danger, and said quietly: "The little monk is here to wait for the benefactor."

Ji Wuxia: "Oh, what am I waiting for?"

Ji Wuxia's unhappy and indifferent face was reflected in Du Ku's indifferent eyes, and he lowered his eyes slightly.

"The little monk wants to go with the benefactor."

"wanna die?"

Ji Wuxia seemed to be smiling but was not smiling, and the murderous intent in his eyes was even stronger.

Du Ku took out a stone from the khaki-colored sleeve, with a pure white surface and a clear texture. This moonstone, which had never been seen, was exactly half the size of a palm, and he placed it in front of Ji Wuxia.

"Please accept it, the benefactor."

Ji Wuxia raised her brows high, "What do you mean?"

Du Ku didn't answer: "Amitabha."

"Oh, the monk has a lot of things to do," but Ji Wuxia sneered, still picked up the moonstone in Du Ku's palm, and then crushed it into powder in front of him, clapping his hands, he said: "I don't want to be with you." Should I travel? Then you don’t have to participate in the Immortal Awakening Conference.”

Du Ku looked at him quietly, his eyes were like the compassion of Buddha saving sentient beings.

"What the benefactor said is very true."

Ji Wuxia looked at him, as if he saw the old monk in his body, he always regarded his behavior as a child's unreasonable trouble, and he was full of inexplicable connivance towards him.

"I really hate you Buddhist cultivators."

Every Buddhist cultivator has such a rotten temper, as if I was the one who was wrong!

Du Ku replied indifferently: "It's the little monk who is not good, the benefactor please calm down."

Ji Wuxia's expression became even worse because of this apology. It was obviously an apology, but it was as good as adding fuel to the fire.

He endured and endured, turned around with a flick of his sleeves, and said coldly: "Monk, don't keep up!"

"Yes, benefactor."

The stunning devil emperor dressed in snow and cold is followed by a monk in modest clothes. This pairing is considered unique in today's world.Even this forest has deeply remembered this scene, and even a peach blossom tree here did not forget it until it became an adult.

In the second round of the Xianjue Conference, the moonstone was used as proof of participation in the third round, which means that even if the sixth moonstone is alive, it will still be left in the second round without the moonstone in hand The venue was grinded to death by the weird rules of Xiaojing World.

Not everyone has Ji Wuxia's ability to disregard the rules of the fragments of the world as nothing, and the monks who are really alive and left behind are undoubtedly dead inside.

He Jinyang heard Leng Baijun's emotionless introduction, and said slightly surprised: "Why are you so cold?"

Leng Baijun looked back calmly: "Life and death are fate."

He Jinyang said dissatisfied: "Then what happened in your first match...we almost fought?"

Leng Baijun's snowy eyes flashed helplessly, "You are too arrogant." He almost stomped the face of the Jiansheng faction who presided over the meeting to the ground.

Only then did He Jinyang realize that Leng Baijun seemed to be an elder of the Admonishment Sect, glanced at the crane pattern on his waist, and said thoughtfully: "When you designed the second competition, you never thought that if the sixth moonstone What if it doesn’t appear for a long time? The rules of the world cannot be overcome by manpower, maybe everyone will die in it.”

In fact, thinking about it seriously, the loopholes in the second match were really not small. Many of them were just in case, and the monks who participated in the Xianjue Conference were in danger of being wiped out.

Mr. Leng Bai is no better than Feng Chuixi, but he is an elder of the Admonishment Sect and can get some inside information from his status. Hearing this, he said calmly: "The sixth moonstone will appear within the specified time."

The reason why no one has found it for a long time is that it is not really on the verge of extinction.

This pair of indifference, which regards life and death as nothing, made He Jinyang couldn't help poking his sore feet.

"I actually discovered that the power of the moonstone to stagnate time is not stable. Should it be said that the length of time is determined by its size? If someone is the first to discover where the sixth moonstone is, it will be absolutely unfair to other monks. "

With that size, it is absolutely no problem to freeze the time of the entire small mirror world. With this time, kill all the monks that can be found, and the remaining few can definitely form an alliance to find the remaining moonstones.

However, none of the people present had such good luck. After the matter developed, even if there were only six people left, most of them wanted to kill the other party and save the moonstone in their hands. After all, lifespan is an uncontrollable factor, especially deadly to monks.

Leng Baijun, who thought he would be furious, didn't take it seriously when he heard the words.

"Cultivating immortals has never been fair."

Don't you see those two spiritual roots, how do those with three spiritual roots compare with monks with heavenly spiritual roots?

Don't you see so many geniuses who can stabilize the hard-working monks?

Putting nothing else aside, Feng Biaoxi is a typical example.

As the son of Qinglong, he is lazy and lazy. No one has seen him make a move, but he is at the fifth level of the pillar. By the way, the hardworking son of the white tiger, Leng Baijun, is at the fourth stage of the pillar.

Both are Tianlinggen, the former is easier than the latter, but what can be done?

This is just a microcosm of a part of the cultivation world. The real injustice abounds. If you really want to care about it, why bother to embark on this road to heaven.After all, when you are a mortal, the gap between fairness and unfairness will be reduced, which is not comparable to the natural gap between monks.

Mr. Leng Bai glanced at the old monks. They are all monks who have reached the limit of their current state. If they cannot break through to the next stage before the end of their lifespan, death will be their lingering shadow.

In the final analysis, if one does not become an immortal, an immortal cultivator is no different from ordinary people, and may even be more afraid of death than ordinary people, because the extra few hundred years of life are even more afraid of death.

Feng Chuixi knew what he was thinking without Leng Baijun opening his mouth. Although he also wondered why He Jinyang would ask such a question that did not meet the status of a monk, thinking like a mortal, he still cheerfully changed the subject and changed the situation of the three people. Weird atmosphere.

"Speaking of which, the third game is still the old rule?"

Mr. Leng Bai gave a soft "hmm".

He Jinyang took advantage of the opportunity to look at the other prepared monks, his eyes paused on the surviving Wang Shi, and then naturally shifted to Zhong Litai and Jia Kexin.

Jia Ke was the unluckiest and the luckiest of the group of people. As a monk who held his head and squatted in defense, he managed to survive to the end.

Zhong Litai, who was clinging to him, had recovered his appearance as a young boxer, with a tall body and a majestic aura, and he was looking at He Jinyang with a thirsty expression.