Raiders White Moonlight Master

On the ten thousand-foot cliff, dozens of highly cultivated monks surrounded Shen Baixing and the other three, and the person standing in the middle stroked his beard gently. The disciple was out of breath.

As the weakest person among the three, Shen Baixing was naturally caught between Yun Moqing and Ling Yunzong's disciples to protect him.While the other party was communicating with each other, the male cultivator secretly said to Yun Moqing: "Miss Yun, do you know who they are?"

Yun Moqing shook his head, "I don't know, but it's not a good thing to look at."

The thing defined as not a good thing heard the whispers of the two, and the long sword was unsheathed in an instant, and slammed on Yun Moqing's neck, and said solemnly: "Shut up without asking you."

The weapon that was shining with cold light exerted a slight force inward, and Yun Moqing's neck was cut open in an instant, and traces of blood flowed out from the wound, staining the plain collar red.The strength gap between the enemy and us is too great, and Yun Moqing has just left the school not long ago, and now he sees blood, fear in his eyes, and his voice trembles when he speaks, "If you have something to say, don't use your sword."

Seeing that the person with the sword was frightened, the man with the sword showed a satisfied expression, slowly retracted the long sword, and then glared at Shen Baixing, "And you two, nothing will happen if you just stay here. Those of us who want to escape, we will not show mercy."

The male cultivator nodded very honestly.

Shen Baixing glanced at his two companions, and nodded very neatly.

The old man in the Nascent Soul stage narrowed his eyes, pointed at Shen Baixing and the others and said, "Take the three of them along."

Ever since, Shen Baixing received the same treatment as Xiao Jinyan. He was grabbed by the collar and his feet were suspended in the air.It was very uncomfortable for the clothes to strangle his neck. After struggling a few times, the middle-aged man who grabbed him glared and said in a rather bad tone, "If you move again, I will throw you directly, and let you fall into a pulp!"

Shen Baixing didn't move for a moment. He looked at it calmly, and found that his treatment was not bad. Yun Moqing, Xiao Jinyan and the male cultivator whose name he couldn't name were tied up by a rough rope like a grasshopper. together.After all, Yun Moqing is a girl with thin skin and tender flesh, her wrists are red from the wear of the rope, when she catches Shen Baixing's gaze, she mouths comfortingly, "Sister is fine."

In fact, Shen Baixing liked this beautiful and enthusiastic Huanhuazong female disciple from the bottom of his heart. Although he was annoyed by the other party pinching his face, he couldn't bear it because she really cared about him.

Shen Baixing curled his mouth, and mouthed back, "You have to protect yourself."

After receiving Shen Baixing's response, Yun Moqing was obviously very happy, and the sadness between his brows faded a bit.

"What are you looking at!" The guards pushed and cursed: "Hurry up, you won't be able to pay for the delay if we are in a hurry."

Yun Moqing's eyes rolled into her heart, but she didn't show it on her face, instead she grinned, "Yes, yes, brother, let's go now."

The old man took the lead, and Shen Baixing and the three fell to the back. More than a dozen swords were sacrificed, turning into streamers on the cliff, and flew towards the bottom of the unfathomable cliff with a few swishes.

Flying too fast, Shen Baixing lost his mana, and shivered from the cold wind.There is plenty of water vapor under the cliff, and the trees grow horizontally and obliquely from the rocky soil. When the temperature is high, the water mist is lingering.

For a monk who can fly with a sword, it doesn't take much time to climb the cliff.Shen Baixing only felt that the restraint around his neck was loosened, and before he could catch his breath, he was thrown to the ground mercilessly.

The middle-aged monk rubbed his wrists, stared at Shen Baixing, "I'm exhausted." He threw Shen Baixing, a three-year-old baby, to another monk, and then followed the old man's footsteps.

His knees rubbed against the ground, even with a layer of clothes behind him, Shen Baixing grinned in pain.No need to look, Shen Baixing knew that the skin must be broken.The eyelids drooped, covering the gloomy look in the eyes. It seemed that the scum in the world of cultivating immortals had increased, and someone needed to clean them up.As Shen Baixing thought about it, he was dragged and dragged away, and began to call for the way of heaven in the sea of ​​consciousness.

Simply Tiandao didn't pretend to be dead this time, and when he was reborn in the sky, his soul was directly drawn into the void.In the thousands of hectares of thunder and lightning, Shen Baixing walked to a wide stone platform with invisible energy. He maintained his appearance in white clothes and white hair, and said indifferently: "When will the mana be returned to me?"

The air around is stirring, as if telling.

The white hair fluttered in the void, and with the fluctuation of Qi, a thought hit Shen Baixing's soul directly.Heavenly Dao is sending a message to Shen Baixing, but this time Shen Baixing is not forgiving, his phoenix eyes shivered, his light brown eyes stared at the surging Qi, and said: "Give me an accurate word."

In the void, the way of heaven is everywhere. Its sight is all over the land of Shenzhou. It can be the breeze, light rain, or anything that can be materialized, or it can be invisible to the naked eye. Just like Shen Baixing now, he can only use his spiritual consciousness to feel.If the Dao of Heaven is the maker of the rules of Shenzhou, then Shen Baixing is the protector of the rules. When he was Yuwei Xianjun, he personally beheaded three great experts in the world of cultivating immortals. Go down and kill the other party's soul, and there will be no chance to reincarnate from then on.Such ruthless killings made the world of cultivating immortals extremely fearful and awed.

Shen Baixing doesn't like to kill people, but he has to. He kills monks who have committed a lot of crimes and their luck has been broken. While killing people, he is also doing work for Heaven.

Now, as the executor of Tiandao's order, he openly contradicted Tiandao.

Zi Lei roared down, and the white corners of his clothes were scorched black by the electric light.

Shen Baixing moved his foot, although the thunder didn't hurt him, but it was full of warning.The black eyelashes trembled, Shen Baixing looked away from the damaged clothes, looked around at the thunder and lightning around him, and said slowly: "Shan Yuan is my apprentice, I want to restore mana to help him."

When the voice fell to the ground, the thunder and lightning in Taixu moved away from Shen Baixing's side.

Shen Baixing heaved a sigh of relief. As expected, Shan Yuan, as the "destined man" in Tiandao's mouth, using him as an excuse can resolve the immediate crisis.Now that he found a way to break through, Shen Baixing naturally pursued the victory, "You gave Song Liuyan the opportunity to tell us about the sycamore tree at the bottom of the cliff. You actually wanted Shan Yuan to obtain the secret method this time, right?"

The Qi in Taixu moved with a certain pattern, and Shen Baixing received the signal from the Heavenly Dao, knowing that he had guessed correctly, he was overjoyed, and continued to say: "Since this is the case, the road to obtain the secret method must be full of difficulties. How can Zhizhi clear the obstacles for my apprentice according to your order?"

Being asked such a question, Tiandao froze for a moment.

Shen Baixing: "So, returning my mana is the most important thing." The moment he regains his spiritual power, he will definitely beat up those guys just now so that their parents won't recognize them.

Shen Baixing's duplicity was very good, as long as he fooled the Heavenly Dao to recover his mana, no one would be his opponent in this Liuli Secret Realm, and it would not be easy to deal with those boys at that time.

Qi began to surge irregularly, and they swam around, as if thinking about the credibility of Shen Baixing's words.Although Shen Baixing's soul, which was left alone, was communicating with Heaven, his body was still being pulled by the outside world.

Pieces of sycamore trees bloom all over the valley.The fallen leaves spread a shallow layer on the ground, and one foot stepped on it, leaving black footprints.A strong arm grabbed the collar, half-carrying Shen Baixing to walk in the valley.

The feeling of being strangled by the neck was very uncomfortable, and Shen Baixing tried his best to fool the Heavenly Dao while tearing up the monk in his heart.

"You prefer Shan Yuan, you must be willing to obey his will, right?"

Tiandao denied this sentence, and Taixu began to operate according to his own laws.

Sensing the moment of being rejected, Shen Baixing had a bad feeling.

With a heavy chest, Shen Baixing was knocked out of Taixu by a burst of qi.

Under the blue sky and white sun, the three-year-old boy looked at the sky angrily, daring not to speak out.Shen Baixing couldn't believe that his big plan to fool the heavens failed so easily!In a panic, he clenched his fist and subconsciously punched to the side.

The soft, forceless fist hit the monk's side, like a tickle.But even a tickle is enough to make the vicious kidnapper unhappy.

The neck tightened suddenly, and Shen Baixing's face turned red from being pinched, and he was looking at the male cultivator's vicious eyes.A cold voice sounded, licking Shen Baixing's back like a snake letter, "I think you don't want to live anymore." As he said, the force exerted on Shen Baixing's neck became stronger and stronger.

Shen Baixing was pinched so that the whites of his eyes rolled out, and in a haze of consciousness, he heard the shouts of Yun Moqing and others.

He begged for help with difficulty: "No, don't, I don't want... to die."

"Little Tuanzi!" Yun Moqing suddenly challenged the guards. Regardless of the danger, she knocked away the male cultivator's long sword, and then drove her spiritual power to break free from the rope.

With a bang, Yun Moqing beat the person who was choking Shen Baixing to the side, and then threw himself to catch Shen Baixing.

When being hugged in a soft embrace, Shen Baixing's face turned purple, and he coughed violently while covering his neck with his small hands.The big mouthfuls of breathing let the lungs relax, and they no longer feel sore.

The reason why Yun Moqing was able to rescue Shen Baixing was because of surprise.After such a toss just now, the monks in front heard the movement and turned back a few times.

A piercing sword light came from the side.

"careful!"

Blood splattered, Yun Moqing was injured on the shoulder, and under severe pain, Shen Baixing fell out of her arms and fell to the ground.

The plain clothes were stained with blood, Yun Moqing's wound was deeply visible, and the turned flesh was shocking.Shen Baixing quickly stood up, stood in front of Yun Moqing, and said to the monk holding the sword: "You can't kill people indiscriminately."

"Hahahaha... There are still people who are not afraid of death and dare to stand in front of my sword." The sword holder laughed wantonly, "No wonder, you are young and don't know the names of us people."

Blood dripped down on Shen Baixing's body along the long sword. His chin was lifted by the sword point, and he met a pair of crazy eyes, "We people have been expelled from the sect long ago, and all decent monks shouted and beat us!" You say, is it absurd for you to talk about benevolence, righteousness and morality with me?"

Despite the fear in his heart, Shen Baixing straightened his back, "Those who do evil will one day suffer their own consequences."

The man raised his sword and made a slashing gesture, "I don't know when I will die, but you will die today!"

In the sword's edge that was getting closer and closer, a black figure flew towards the plane tree leaves like a ghost.Feeling the coercion belonging to the golden core stage, the monk holding the sword hurriedly picked up the protective barrier, and at the same time turned his backhand.

The cultivation base of the golden core stage has formed a crushing strength, and wherever the Poyan sword touches, the long sword trembles unbearably under the pressure.

Shan Yuan rushed to save people with murderous intent all over his body, and when he saw the blood on Shen Baixing's body, he was even more merciless in his strikes.Po Yan was driven by spiritual power, and the sword light was so powerful that he slashed down with one hand.

The long sword broke in two with a click, and under the frightened eyes of the monk, Po Yan continued to cut it down at a high speed until it sank into the neck.

Blood spurted out from the broken neck, staining the green sycamore leaves.

Shan Yuan looked like something dirty, and kicked the dead head away from the ground.He knelt down, supported the little master's shoulders, and said, "It's the disciple who came late."

Shen Baixing's light brown eyes were neither sad nor happy, he looked at the group of people who came to kill him, and said: "It's not too late, I order you to wipe out all those who are in the way."