The Villain’s White Lotus Halo

Under Yin Bi's deliberate restraint, the wine was sober.Avoid the embarrassment of nonsense after drunk.

The two set off in the early morning of the second day. In the morning light, Yin Biyue finally glanced at the gate of Yecheng.

The black brick wall and bronze gate are majestic.

He thought, maybe a few years later by chance, there will be a moment to revisit the old land.

From Yecheng to Xingshan Temple, crossing the Titian Mountain is much closer than taking the Nanluguan Road.

Because of the sensation of the matter of the two days ago, the village at the foot of Tixiang Mountain was extremely quiet. Every household closed the door and locked the door. The road was empty, and only the smoke was burning.

Yin Biyue and Luo Mingchuan entered the mountain.Since Nanlu entered autumn this year, the weather has been continuous.The soil in the mountains is soft and humid, and the branches and leaves in the forest cover the sky.

There is no bright daylight in summer time, only diffuse mist.If you are not a practitioner, you can hardly see three feet away.

The two walked on the rugged mountain road, the pace was not fast, but the mountain views on both sides quickly retreated.At this time, their cultivation practice was much higher than that when they passed Panlong Ridge. Even if they walked in a leisurely manner, they could shrink into inches and travel a hundred miles a day.

By twilight, the endless Titian Mountains had reached half.

The sky was getting dark, Luo Mingchuan stopped, "rest in the mountains for the night, let's go tomorrow morning."

Yin Biyue naturally had no objections.

According to the regular work and rest routine, at night, you are more used to meditating and adjusting your breath, or meditating.

The mountain of Titian Mountain is not steep, but it is somewhat beautiful and secluded, and the naturally formed caves are also very easy to find.

The moon shadow first appeared, but it was isolated by the interlaced branches, and only a faint silver light flowed down, illuminating a small mountain of rock by the cave.

Cloud boots stepped on the wet and soft soil, but suddenly stopped.

Yin Biyue looked back, Luo Mingchuan looked calm, but just took his wrist and shook his head.

So he released his consciousness and drifted into the cave, but there was nothing in the darkness.

Yin Bi became more and more alert.

A cave in a mountain may have cobwebs, vines, insects, or even fierce beasts, but nothing should be done.

Unless someone is inside.

If you are also practitioners who are passing by, there is already a master here, and they are free to create a new place.

But Luo Mingchuan felt the magic breath.

Because the spirits of the gods are different, Yin Biyue's consciousness is far stronger than his realm, so he sinks his heart and feels it.

It is indeed a magic breath.But unlike the coldness seen at the autumn lake, this ray of magic breath is more tyrannical and restless, and it is also mixed with a strong bloody atmosphere.

The Daomen monk and Mo Xiu had a million years of grievances, and they had reached the point of endless death.Even if they are not the first apprentices and disciples of Cangya, they are just ordinary practitioners. If they have the power to fight, they will not stand idly by.

Yin Biyue's right hand subconsciously grasped the sword handle.

Luo Mingchuan stopped him.

Then he said, "There is only one magic cultivation in it, and the state is not as good as me. Brother, stay outside the cave, don't come in."

Yin Biyue stopped drawing his sword and decided to follow Brother's method.

If you take your own risk, you may drag Brother Si's hind legs.

Luo Mingchuan nodded when he saw him, and took a step toward the cave, where his figure disappeared.

Yin Biyue was very close to him, but he didn't feel a trace of real element fluctuations.

At this time, his consciousness drifted into the cave, he could feel the magic breath overflowing deep in the cave, but he could not feel the existence of Luo Mingchuan.

Luo Mingchuan put a layer of "barrier" around him.

His Galan pupil technique has been practiced to the third level.Not only can you see through others' laws, but you can also keep yourself from being seen.

At this time, the realm he showed was not at the stage of concentration, his steps were messy, and his breath was unstable.Tired and negligent.

The dark cave, the moonlight can't come in.

The sound of water droplets hitting the rock was heard deep in the cave, and the sound was extremely clear, with endless echoes.

Some of the cultivation methods of magic cultivation require qi, some require fresh flesh and blood, and some require carrion and dead bones.

Darkness is the most natural cover, the endless magic breath, like the tide of the sea.

Luo Mingchuan stood in the cave, seemingly unaware.Only in the face of doubt, he supported the rough rock wall.

If he is really a condensed state, he can't mention any real truth at this time.

Perhaps because the state of the comer is low, Mo Xiu was not too cautious.

Covered in the magic breath, an arm in the black robe suddenly stretched out, and five fingers were like iron hooks, grabbing straight to his neck!

Only heard the sound of wind, Luo Mingchuan at the last minute, even sideways to avoid this blow!

At this time, the two were very close, and Shen Zhou, Luo Mingchuan's waist, was unsheathed!

"Zheng--"

At the moment when the other party sensed the crisis, he withdrew without any hesitation!

It's just that Luo Mingchuan's sword is too unexpected and has been gaining momentum for a long time. The power of the Theravada realm is pressed down, completely blocking all his retreat!

Under the silver blade, the man suddenly raised his hand, but instead of going to Luo Mingchuan, he patted his chest!

He was blown out by this palm like a broken kite in the violent wind and hit the wall of the cave hard!

"boom--"

The huge impact caused the whole cave to shake.

The suicidal palm wounded him badly, and he broke two ribs in his chest.But it also gave him unparalleled speed, retreating from Luo Mingchuan's sword!

Comparing the two, this is already the slightest injury.

Luo Mingchuan's expression was slightly surprised. He didn't expect the other party to have such a strong man's determination to break his wrist. He didn't hesitate to start.

Only through countless battles of life and death can this terrible fighting intuition be formed.

But he didn't pause at all, so he had to shoot the sword again!

At this moment, a sword light struck the cave entrance, such as lightning splitting the night sky, instantly illuminating the entire cave.

It also illuminates the cold eyebrows of the white-haired boy holding a sword.

Yin Biyue felt the surging magic breath, and her heart hung high.He heard the roar in the cave again, and saw that half of the mountain wall was shaking, and his heart was shaken, and without thinking he drew his sword and rushed into the cave.

Luo Mingchuan Yu Guang saw Yin Biyue coming in, Jian Feng subconsciously slowed down.But the interval of this breath is enough to make the opponent who has a keen sense of battle disappear in place.

The surroundings have been infested by the magic breath, and the spirit of the world is blocked.Yin Bi is more restricted by the realm, Zhenyuan's operation is stagnation, and the sword can't be displayed.

Just before the sword fell through, and he didn't want to rise again, he suddenly felt a pain in his back, like a sharp edge!

It was too late to turn around. Yin Biyue stabbed backward with a sword in his backhand, but he saw that the white shadow in front of him flew away, and he was pushed out by a gentle force.

Straight back to the hole before trying to stop.

Then I realized that there was no sharp edge at all, but it was a solid killing intention.

Looking closer, Luo Mingchuan stood in his position.

Shen Zhou nailed the man to the ground through the man's heart.

Thick bloody gas filled the cave.

Everything was only between the electro-optical flints, from Yin Bi to Mo Xiu to Mo Xiu fell down, but the dust was settled.

Yin Biyue stepped forward, and saw the large black blood stains under the black robe overflowing, while the blue and white face still stayed on the grim twisted expression.

Luo Mingchuan withdrew his sword and the blood spattered. His hands were steady and his face was faint.

The corpse collapsed and withered at a rate visible to the naked eye, and turned into a white bone, and the blood of black blood infiltrated into the soil, and there was no trace.

"Brother..."

Luo Mingchuan turned his head to see Yin Biyue staring at him in situ, his eyes blank and his face lonely.

He was shocked in his heart, could he scare his brother?

Yin Bi's eyes dropped, and his eyes fell on Luo Mingchuan's right arm holding a sword, where there was a slight wound.The blood has stopped, but there is still a black magic breath, haunting.

He said, "Brother, you are injured."

Luo Mingchuan lowered his heart and smiled, "It's okay to hurt the skin."

He ran for a week, and the magic breath had dispersed, and the wound was completely healed.Only a small piece of blood was leached from the white robe.If you don't pay attention in the dark night, you won't find it at all.

Yin Biyue pursed her lips and didn't speak.

If it weren't for the last time that he rushed in without regulations, Luo Mingchuan would not be injured by distracting him.

"Okay, let's go."

Yin Biyue let Luo Mingchuan pull his wrist and walked out of the cave.

Following the sound of water, he walked to the edge of a stream.

In the silver moonlight, the gurgling water flowed over the rocks, and silver-like drops of water splashed on the moss by the creek.

Luo Mingchuan began to wash his sword, laughing,

"Brother, you are doing very well. When I was as big as you, I couldn't do it so well."

Yin Biyue still didn't speak.

He knew that Senior Brother was comforting himself.

But he still thought he was too useless.

Just like in every x-point article, following behind the protagonist is rubbing the experience silly x teammates, and finally the protagonist will be injured.

He was desperately eager to become stronger again, just like the night when he returned from the school, under the clear moonlight, he wanted to take control of his life.

Strong enough that at least when Luo Mingchuan is playing against people, he can stay beside him instead of worrying about where he can't see the battle.Going further, you can fight side by side instead of becoming his weakness.

Luo Mingchuan saw such a dull teacher for the first time.

In the past, although the disciple didn't talk much, he had been able to perceive his emotions for a long time.

Brother Shi was worried for him, which made Luo Mingchuan's heart flow warmly and properly.But it is also more self-blaming-if you are stronger and stronger enough to withdraw from the body, you will not be hurt, and the younger brother will not be sad.

Luo Mingchuan looked at Yin Biyue in contemplation and didn't know how to speak with relief.

The ghost was a god, he lifted his hands, which was originally used to wash the sword, and directly pinched the teenager's face.

The tentacles are delicate and smooth, and the best silk can not be more than one ten thousandth.

With the moistness of the cold stream water, it looks like sheep fat white jade immersed in ice water.

Yin Bi felt suddenly a cold face and looked up at Luo Mingchuan in shock.

His wide-eyed surprised expression made Luo Mingchuan laugh outright.I squeezed twice more before releasing my hand, "Brother, if you are not happy again, I will continue to squeeze your face!"

Yin Biyue immediately covered her face.Feeling too embarrassed again, he hurriedly put his hands down.

While staring at the eyes, he thought he was very serious and said, "Brother! I will be crowned in two years! It is no longer a child!"

The implication is that you can't squeeze his face like a kid.

Luo Mingchuan coughed lightly and said straightly, "Yes, Brother knows."

He put his hands behind his back and rubbed his fingers gently, as if there was still a soft touch.

But after the trouble just now, Yin Biyue was no longer dull, and he regained his spirit.

He was really shocked, because in his memory, Luo Mingchuan hadn't joked with others, and faded his normal manners, as if...more real and fresh.

But no matter what kind of brother, it is his brother.

And he will become stronger and stronger, just like his brother.

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Deep mountain Tibetan ancient temple.

Xingshan Temple, as one of the "Buddhist Double Temples", discusses inheritance and orthodox Buddhism.It is the sacred place where the world's Buddha cultivation heart longs.

The place closest to Buddha in the world.

However, this is not a grand hall, nor a grand Buddha's Pavilion, but a remote Zen room.

The ancient beams eroded, and the faint lights went out.

The old monk who pinched the rosary beads before the case described the withered, browful and compassionate.

He placed the paper on the jumping candlelight and instantly became fly ash, which was blown away by the night wind pouring into the window, and the trace was hard to find.

Just as he has been cultivating Buddha for many years, things have gone through the clouds.

The gray-robed monk standing beside him said nothing, "Uncle Shi..."

The old monk proclaimed a Buddha number and said slowly, "The heart has the Buddha's reason, killing and saving people is compassion. Mr. Zhang Yuan and Master Wu Wu also made the same choice as me."

The young monk lowered his eyes, "The disciples are taught."