Fox spirit's self-cultivation

"Damn it, what use do I need you for?"

Xu Xun's face was pale. Seeing that the two men hugged the wounded man and disappeared after a while, he could only sigh that my life is over!

He can't run away with those two people, otherwise Pixiu will be led into the crowd gathering place, the best way is to trap this monster with a formation while Pixiu is eating.

But Pixiu, who saw the blood, had red eyes at this time, and while chewing the golden statue, he glanced at Xu Xun, as if he was evaluating whether Xu Xun was good or not.

Xu Xun's eyes darkened.

Facing the gaze of the beast, Xu Xun drew a formation with cinnabar, and cursed through gritted teeth: "If you let me know who sent those three turtle eggs, I, Xu Xun, will sue him in front of my uncle! "

At the end of the sentence, a faint sigh sounded: "From this point of view, you child can only die. I really don't want to offend your master uncle, I can't afford to offend him."

A beautiful, weak and boneless hand protruded from the void, and struck Xu Xun's heart like lightning.

Xu Xun felt the hairs all over his body stand on end. When the voice was so soft that he couldn't hear the man and woman, he quickly dodged again and again, narrowly dodging the hand that almost took his heart away.

However, that seemingly soft palm still scratched Xu Xun's skirt, bloody fingertips, and was only an inch away from killing Xu Xun.

Zheng Xuanli and Kong Lingxiao who were hiding in the grass also saw the jade-like hand.

"Here we come, the real enemy."

"The mastermind behind the scenes!"

Kong Lingxiao almost jumped out, but was held down by Zheng Xuanli's waist.

At this time, Zheng Xuanli's face sank like water, just waiting for the person behind the scenes to reveal his real body.

That man hid it so deeply that after Xu Xun's accident, no one noticed that there was a black hand besides Pixiu, so he hid from him.

Hearing what he said at this time, he still knew Zheng Xuanli.

He wants to see who this pretender is and what he is going to do.

Therefore, at this time, Xu Xun might have to "die" once.

"pity."

When he missed a hit, the man's voice was mournful, with a kind of artificial pity, and then a whole arm stretched out from the void.

A talisman was looming, and the mastermind behind the scenes was obviously using the talisman to act. This method actually had a faint sense of unpredictability.

The cultivation level of this sudden assassin is really unpredictable.

I saw the protruding arm with a slender snowy wrist, and a piece of silky cloth was attached to the arm, which was white and transparent, and the patterns embroidered with gold thread and silver thread of different colors flickered with the movement of the wrist. , like a sparkling lake, under the sleeve, a string of black ebony beads swayed.

Seeing the ebony beads and the piece of fabric, Xu Xun was struck by lightning: "How could it be you..."

He was trembling all over, staring at the ebony beads, his eyes tearing open.

The man clapped the talisman and completely revealed himself. He was dressed in white clothes. It could be seen that he was tall and slender. He was facing Xu Xun, and his back was facing Zheng Xuanli and Kong Lingxiao who were peeping.

"Did you recognize me? It's too bad. I wasn't born in the world, and I met people with predestined relationship. Oh, my Buddha is merciful."

The man seemed to be a monk, he sang the Buddha's name, and with a flick of his wrist, the ebony beads flew out.

The beads shone with Buddha's light, under the bright Buddha's light, even Pixiu was fixed in place.

However, what is puzzling is Xu Xun's reaction. Ever since he saw the man, he was full of sorrow and heartbroken.

Zheng Xuanli's expression turned serious, and he immediately made a trick.

In a flash.

In the next second, the ebony beads directly penetrated Xu Xun's body, and he fell into a pool of blood covered in blood. The monk who shot out the ebony beads chanted a mantra and raised his hand to wipe it.

The round beads flew into the palm of his hand and strung together into a string.

Holding the bracelet, the monk patted the immobilized Pixiu: "Bastard, why don't you do it?"

As soon as the words fell, the monk disappeared like a phantom, but Pai Yao rushed towards him and tore Xu Xun's body apart.

As soon as he took a bite, Pai Yao looked confused: "Wow?"

What it held in its mouth was actually a light and fluffy paper figure.

Pixiu tilted his head, looking puzzled, at this moment, a blue light swept across the grassland.

The tall grass flew out together, and was cut off from the roots in an instant.

If Kong Lingxiao and Zheng Xuanli hadn't been hiding in a pothole and kept their heads together to prevent Pixiu from noticing, they might have moved their heads together when the blue light swept over them.

The Pixiu standing on the green grass will inevitably have its limbs amputated by this blue light.

Pixiu fell into a pool of blood, and a man came against the wind and stood by Paixiu's side.

He glanced around but didn't see Xu Xun's body, so he raised his hand and slapped Pixiu's hill-like body into the air.

"Bastard, where are my disciples?"

The cold voice sounded, faintly familiar, Kong Lingxiao couldn't help clicking his tongue, and couldn't help poking his head out to take a look.

But with just such a glance, the humanoid grass harvester was keenly aware of it, and his eyes swept over.

"Go out and have a look."

Zheng Xuanli had no choice but to crawl out from the low-lying place with Kong Lingxiao and salute the man.

"Good sir."

Kong Lingxiao couldn't help being stunned when he saw the real face of the humanoid grass harvester.

It was a boy of thirteen or fourteen years old, tall and slender, with cold eyes, and he was somewhat similar to the boy Zheng Xuanli turned into when he first entered the nightmare reincarnation.

This is probably the real body of Xu Xun's uncle. No wonder Xu Xun regards Zheng Xuanli as his uncle. The two look so much alike.

But the atmosphere is quite different.

The uncle in front of him is not popular, he is like an exquisite jade carving, his appearance is more refined than the boy transformed by Zheng Xuanli, his brows and eyes are hairy, and every inch seems to be carefully carved, he is clearly a real person who does not eat fireworks. gods.

Kong Lingxiao thought it was a kind of blasphemy to look at him with a fairy air.

"Who are you?"

That unpopular little fairy man even spoke with a chill, as if he was going to freeze to death.

Kong Lingxiao was frozen on the spot and forgot to answer the question.

On the other hand, Zheng Xuanli's expression was calm, and he threw a large object at his waist: "Passerby, just picked up a bad luck."

The fairy man glanced coldly at the person Zheng Xuanli threw over, his body flickered, and he dodged with precision, but he didn't dodge completely.

He casually took off the flute from his waist and picked up Xu Xun's belt, picked up Xu Xun with a broken face in his hand, looked at the two with a dead man's gaze, and continued to breathe: "You are not dead."

This tone seemed to send Xu Xun to his death in the next second.

Even Xu Xun himself felt this way in his ears. He was so excited that he recovered from his puppet appearance and forced his mouth to move: "Master uncle, did you lose your little patriarch and mother? You are in a bad mood and you are not even popular. gone?"

Upon hearing this, the master uncle threw Xu Xun to the ground with a blank expression, right along with Pixiu's broken leg.

"Not dead, Shan."

Abandoning such a sentence without any emotional color, and not even bothering to pay attention to Zheng Xuanli and Kong Lingxiao who suddenly appeared, the immortal Benxian walked not far away.

There, Pixiu, whose legs were cut off, struggled to get up and escape, and sneaked back to the leylines.

But before Pai Xiu got up, he saw that fairy raised his hand, grabbing and holding it.

Pixiu, the size of a small mountain bag, flew into the hands of the fairy man, and then the fairy man crushed his head and threw it on the ground.

"It's really boring."

The fairy boy is so cool and authentic, the tall and weak young body is matched with the big body of Pixiu, it is really loud and deafening.

Kong Lingxiao & Zheng Xuanli: This is quite outrageous.

Kong Lingxiao leaned close to Zheng Xuanli's ear: "This isn't a Taoist priest, is it a living god?"

It is definitely at the level of a creation god!Putting the Demon King in the hands of this master uncle, he would definitely not be able to do three tricks!

Zheng Xuanli's dead fish eyes: "Hehe, after all, he came out of a dream, so of course he can't be counted as a human being."

Xu Xun can really dream.

It was only today that he realized that in the eyes of the former Xu Xun, he was actually such an existence.

Too much, really too much.

Although because of his unusual body, he is a little stronger, a little more durable, and a little more honest, but he is by no means far from such a big spectrum!

If he hadn't known in advance that it was him, he would have wondered if he had encountered an alien creature when he saw such a thing.

The thirteen or fourteen-year-old master uncle in front of him has no emotion at all that can be seen with the naked eye, and is just a robot with a cruel personality.

Zheng Xuanli only felt tired, and on the other end, Xu Xun was holding the powerful uncle in his memory and crying: "Uncle Shi, why did someone kill me! Why, am I not good, I don't make much money, why do I still have money?" Someone wants to feed me Pixiu!"

What's even more outrageous is that with just a few vague words, the ruthless master and uncle understood in seconds: "Lu Xinghe?"

But Xu Xun didn't think there was anything wrong. In his eyes, his master and uncle were so many giants who were wise and close to monsters, and they were the strongest.

He cried like a fat man weighing two hundred catties: "Yes, it is Master Lu from Jinguang Temple. Did he take the wrong medicine? He saved the disciple's life, and he was the one who sent the disciple to the Taoist sect." , he has the grace of rebuilding his disciples, why did he kill the disciples?"

The cruel master uncle raised his hand and touched Xu Xun's dog's head, and said with an indifferent expression that seemed to wring Xu Xun's head off: "But he was with me just now, it was a misunderstanding."

"Misunderstand?"

The grief-stricken Xu Xun's eyes lit up, and he looked up.

Then I saw another man with immortal energy buff slowly walking from a distance.

The man was dressed in white, he was old, and there were some thin lines around the corners of his eyes and mouth, but this did not detract from his appearance in the slightest - his face was indistinguishable, with the edges and corners of a man and the beauty of a woman, with a slender Eyebrows, smiling eyes, thin and vermilion lips, and a face like a crown of jade, it is astonishingly beautiful.

He is a handsome monk whose face is really difficult to describe, even the bald head and ring scar, which are a test of his appearance, did not damage his appearance in the slightest.

"Amitabha, it seems that the little benefactor encountered calamity, and Xinghe became the one who should be calamity. It is only because the benefactor formed many good relationships that passers-by rescued him, and the little monk was lucky enough to meet the stone benefactor, so that he escaped calamity. My Buddha mercy!"

At first, Kong Lingxiao was taken aback by the monk's beauty, but then his eyes were attracted by the things on the monk's wrist.

It was a string of ebony bracelets intact.