After the cannon fodder was reborn, he got the devil

Jiaolong's head was sleeping at the gate of Yinyuezong, blood was flowing down the stone steps, the sweet smell of dragon blood permeated the air, Jiaolong died without resting his eyes, his bright yellow eyes were open angrily, bloodshot eyeballs.

The dragon, which was still baring its teeth and claws just now, has been separated from its body.

There are more than 400 disciples in the Yinyue Sect, most of them are female cultivators, and there are only more than 20 men with furnace physique, all of them are crowded in front of the sect at the moment.

Xie Yun took Rong Cheng and took two steps outside to prevent the dragon's blood from getting on Rong Cheng's shoes.

The head of the Yinyue Sect walked up to Xie Yun and saluted deeply: "Thank you, elder, for saving me!"

Xie Yun estimated that his identity should be the worship elder of Yinyuezong.

The so-called enshrined elders are guests who have accepted benefits from the sect and temporarily served the sect, and are not regarded as members of the sect.The obligation to worship the elders depends on the benefits received.

Silver Moon Sect is still a small sect, and there are not many things in the sect that can impress the monks in the fusion period, so they are so nervous to invite Xie Yun's disciples - because they are worried that Xie Yun will not be willing to act for Silver Moon Sect.

Xie Yun waved his hand: "Even if I don't come, nothing will happen to Yinyuezong."

Supporting the barrier is the master's natal spirit sword, which can completely block the thunder of the flood dragon, but the damage suffered by the natal spirit sword will be passed on to the sword owner, and the master who fights the flood dragon in the dark clouds will inevitably be severely injured.

During this past incident, Master was injured several times worse than now.

Lu Zhuoyu raised his hand, and the bloody barrier in midair turned into a murderous sword, and this murderous sword returned obediently to Lu Zhuoyu's hand.

Xie Yun had never seen a sword like murderous aura before, so he sized it up curiously—is this Master's natal spirit sword?Although the murderous intent is heavy, the intelligence is very clear.

He poked Ying Baiye twice, and said with a low laugh, "Where's your knife?"

Ying Baiye: "...how do you know that I used a knife before?"

Xie Yun was stunned: Yes, he almost forgot that Ying Baiye was not a monk who used a sword to prove the Tao. In the later stage of "Swallowing the Sun and Moon", Ying Baiye's horizontal knife was gradually put on hold. Before Xie Yun and the two entered the battle, Ying Baiye It's been quite a while since the cross knife was moved.

For Ying Mingzhou in front of him, using a knife is a long time ago.

Xie Yun stared at Ying Bai Ye for a moment, stretched out his hand, and gently rubbed Ying Bai Ye's face with his knuckles: He missed this person too much time.

Ying Baiye subconsciously wanted to turn his face away, but for some reason he froze and did not move.

The Sect Master of Yinyue Sect walked out holding the door frame, she asked in surprise, "Is this dead?"

Jiaolong was at the peak of the distraction period, but he died in the hands of Zhuoyu? !

The severed dragon was right in front of the Silver Moon Sect Master, but she still couldn't believe it.

After all, Lu Zhuoyu was only in the mid-stage of distraction, and she killed Jiaolong by leapfrogging. Even though she was strong, she couldn't hide her fatigue at the moment, and said with lowered eyes, "I'm dead."

There was no smile on the suzerain's face, but he said more and more worriedly: "Your temper is too stubborn. Today, this monster dragon is not your opponent. If you angered him, just kill him. If someday comes a master you can't match Woolen cloth?"

Lu Zhuoyu turned around, she was completely different from the frivolous and unreliable appearance in Xie Yun's impression, and there was a sharp coldness unique to sword repair in her eyes.

It made people dare not look at her.

The suzerain looked at Shang Lu Zhuoyu's eyes, and opened his eyes subconsciously.

Lu Zhuoyu said: "Are you going to send out the girls in the sect? How many of those girls who left the sect to marry were happy? If you take one step back, you will take a second step back. Sooner or later, the Yinyue Sect will gradually become a The Yin Yuezong back then."

Although Yinyue Sect has set up rules, but a sect that is lingering among other sects of the righteous way has secretly sent out many disciples over the years.

Today's Yinyue Sect is much stronger than it was hundreds of years ago, and the disciples sent out have relied on, and their lives are much better than before.

It can only be said that Yin Yuezong has improved a lot, but he has not really gained a foothold on his own.

The suzerain smiled bitterly and said: "Look at your fellow disciples, who can have the confidence like you? When they leave the Silver Moon Sect in the future, who can protect them? This cultivation world has always been weak and strong."

The disciples of the Silver Moon Sect supported each other and snuggled together. Among them, there were many monks who had just escaped from birth, and they comforted each other with tears in their eyes.

Soft and tender, too soft and tender.

Lu Zhuoyu said coldly: "The strong prey on the weak? It's just a fig leaf for bullying the weak. Master said these words just to find an excuse for his weakness."

"Zhuoyu, you! Sigh...you are not like us."

The suzerain was extremely exhausted, turned around and entered the main hall with the support of his disciples.

Leaving Lu Zhuoyu standing in front of the sect gate, she pursed her lips and looked coldly at the door plaque of Yinyue Sect.

Nie Sha sensed his master's emotions, but he couldn't understand, so he circled around Lu Zhuoyu in confusion.

Xie Yun was at a loss, and asked strangely: "Isn't this suzerain late stage distraction?"

Although it may not be Jiaolong's opponent, there is no need to be afraid for this reason. After all, the cultivation level is quite good. If it is a little tougher, it will have a certain deterrent effect.

The so-called tyrannical fear of death, as the master of a sect, it is strange that he can't give up his life at this time.

Ying Baiye turned his face away: "Can't you see it?"

Xie Yun tilted her head in confusion: "Huh?"

What do you see?

The corners of Ying Baiye's lips curled up slightly. He originally thought that Xie Yun had taken a fancy to the furnace cauldron of Yinyuezong's family, but now he realized that he seemed to be thinking about it—this person couldn't even tell the furnace cauldron apart.

Ying Baiye said: "The suzerain of the Yinyue Sect has an excellent furnace physique, why do you think her cultivation base is so vain?"

The author has something to say: Little Theater:

Ying Baiye: Can't you tell it's a furnace?

Xie Yun: simple jpg

Today is a little less and more, and adjust the state a little bit.

In fact, I stopped working a few days ago. I thought I could update it properly, but it turned into an online office, and the working hours were longer than going to work orz.

It was outrageous, paralyzed.