One of the two men had yellow beards and eyebrows, white face, deep eyes and high nose, and a red robe with a collar that was no longer glamorous; the other was wearing silver armor, a bone-tied skirt, a battle helmet on his head, and a pair of iron wings behind him - but it was Xingchenzi, a third-generation disciple of Emei.

Luo Tian was amused when he saw that they were fighting with a vassal monk at the same time and thought to himself: "If Dan Chenzi learned that this red-robed Taoist was invited by me to make a plan, but he wondered if he would join forces with him?"

Looking at the monk again, he saw that he wore a tower hat, silver rings on his ears, a dark red monk's robe, and a golden wheel flying in the air. A scattered relic was protected by him. From time to time, Buddhas and guardians transformed into various Dharma images, offsetting Dan Chenzi's iron wings and the magic of the red-robed Taoist one by one.

After watching for a while, Luo Tian saw something wrong and thought to himself: "Look at the method of the vassal monk, it is just the cultivation level of the first realm of relics, and he has no indication of any top-grade magic weapon to defend against the enemy. Dan Chenzi alone can resist the power of the iron wing behind him. The Taoist Red Robe has the cultivation level of refining Qi at the Great Perfect Realm of Killing Dan, but now he cannot hide his strength. Is it considered that the vassal monk has other means of fighting hard?"

After several breaths, the vassal monk who fought against two gradually became exhausted. In a daze, he was actually by Dan Chenzi's iron-winged flying sword and bypassed the protective relic. He cut off half of his feet with a flash. In the pain, the vassal monk screamed loudly, hurriedly used his magic power to stop the bleeding, and then hissed and cursed: "Young man is too bullying! Since he intends to seize the treasure, the Buddha will fulfill you!"

After saying that, his monk's robe spread out his sleeves, and a celadon jar floated out; then he beat his nose and two blood lines shot out from his nostrils and poured on it. But the lid on the jar suddenly jumped aside, and a stream of black sand suddenly shot out inside, heading towards the two pairs of hoods.

Seeing this, the Taoist Hongpao blessed his own body-protecting light, and then retreated, shouting: "I knew that Buddhist Tantric Buddhism had a method of blood sacrifice. In critical moments, it could use its own essence and blood to activate the unsacrificed magic weapon."

Dan Chenzi was also hurriedly trying to dodge, but the figure of the red-robed Taoist moved intentionally or unintentionally, blocking all the retreats of his parties. Knowing that it was a shield used by this temporary accomplice, he cursed: "You thief Taoist, are you going to demolish the bridge before you cross the river? If I have any mistakes, my fellow Emei will definitely not be able to spare you!"

The Taoist of the Red Robe replied: "If you dare to speak rudely again, do you believe it or not, then I will work with the monk to destroy you?"

Hearing this, Xingchenzi was so angry that the three corpse gods were furious, and smoke was generated from the seven orifices; but the black sand was overwhelmed by the head at this time. He was busy driving the iron-winged flying sword behind him to resist with all his strength, and he couldn't tell the truth and even scolded him. How could he feel so frustrated for a moment?

Seeing that Xingchenzi had no time to clone, and the monk looked listless after giving the blood sacrifice magic, the red-robed Taoist robe raised the light and came closer, saying, "You and I have no grudges. As long as you hand over that can of black sand to me, I will spare your life. What kind of treasure can be more valuable than life? If you don't know how to choose, I will take a ruthless move."

When the monk heard this, he felt a hardship in his heart. This time, he hit a grand event in Mangcang Mountain, and he got a can of "Soul-falling Sand". The original idea was that the heaven was blessed with good luck, but he did not want to attract many Qi Refiners to chase and compete. Fortunately, the group of people who were targeting him had not very high cultivation, and most of them were thrown away by him; only two tails were left, one old and one young, and no matter how he did it, he could not get rid of it.

Just now, he used the method of blood sacrifice by using his own cultivation to damage, intending to activate the unsacrificial treasures to destroy the two of them in one fell swoop, but he did not expect that the old Taoist was too cunning and pushed the small one up as a shield. Otherwise, with the characteristics of "Soul-falling Sand" being everywhere and getting hurt by the soul, the trapped people would be spared.

Now that the plan failed, and was threatened by the red-robed Taoist, the monk thought for a moment and replied: "The younger man cut my half foot and just waited to kill him. He took the sword wings behind him as compensation. I will give you a can of black sand obtained from the Immortal Palace to you?"

The Taoist of Red Robe shook his head and said, "Who knows if you will be able to get hurt after you kill him and use another blood sacrifice method to deal with me? That junior is just a cultivation level in the Heqi realm. He only relies on one magic weapon to show off his power. Now he is trapped by Heisha, and his magic power is not consumed much. You can kill him without using a strange treasure. Now you will hand over the Black Sha to me, don't play tricks."

"Forget... You are so smart like a man and a ghost. The Buddha admits his defeat. But if you regret the preface and come to attack me again, the Buddha will burst a relic and will not make you feel better." The power is not as good as a human being. The monk finally made a decision, collected the fallen soul sand, and threw the celadon jar over.

The Xingchenzi escaped from the trap, but saw the red-robed Taoist escape to the east without looking back. He was so angry that his teeth itched.

The monk also stared at the red-robed Taoist's escape light and then took his anger at Xingchenzi and cursed: "You stupid guy, together with the shrewd Taoist who is like a ghost, come to plot against the Buddha, but in the end he is a shield, but I just lost a good treasure! Now I will take your sword wings to compensate one or two!" After saying that, he threw out his relics and turned into an angry Buddha to press his head on the Emei Junior.

Xingchenzi quickly blocked the sword wings, and secretly complained in his heart: "I used to consume a lot of magic power by that brace of black sand. If I continue to fight with this vassal monk with a level higher than me, I am afraid I will not be able to get it..."

Just as he was trying to use his escape technique to escape from afar, he heard a voice transmission in his ears: "Don't be anxious! Let's lend you a magic weapon to help you control the monk; I will chase the thief Taoist first, and you will come quickly later."

Looking around, Xingchenzi did not find the person who sent the message, but saw a golden bell floating slowly. Seeing this object, he was delighted: "This is not Yuan Longzi's wonderful sound bell! Okay, I have to remember a favor from Zhengyi's group." He used his magic power to guide the golden bell into his hands. This Emei disciple who was already a bad temper regained his power and shouted angrily: "Monster, let's tell you how the orthodox sects!" As he said that, he urged his magic power to shake the bell.
Chapter completed!