"I still don't understand what you want to see clearly. I can understand that killing people and blood prompts the newcomer to mature quickly, but Ming Yanwei did not do it, but you rewarded Xiao Bingyi and ignored Ming Yanwei. What are you thinking?" Zhao Yingkong came to Zhu Peng at some point when he asked softly. With her temperament, she would ask others, and imagine how confused she was in her heart. Fortunately, Zhu Peng did not hide it from her. He just glanced at Xiao Bingyi, who was gradually recovering and Ming Yanwei, who was getting colder in temperament, and gave the answer at a glance.

"It is not a mistake to choose to kill or to forgive. I appreciate Xiao Bingyi not the way he did not hesitate to fight for a Japanese girl, but the courage to do what he wants to do and have the courage to pay for it. This is the responsibility of our cultivators... The heart is fearless and terrifying, seeking benevolence and gaining benevolence, and no resentment. I, Zhu Peng, practiced for my lifetime, did not know much to make my diligent and resolute cultivation. Even if no one in the world can stop me, the mighty power of heaven will still be repaid. The thunder tribulation when I became enlightened must be more than ten times more terrifying than ordinary cultivators. No matter how strong I was at that time, I am afraid there is a great possibility that I will be smashed to pieces under the thunder tribulation. This is the ending I can predict..."

When he said this, Zhu Peng's intention was a little depressed and excited, but he seemed to yearn for his attitude of using swords to resist the power of the sky in the thunder tribulation. Or even though he knew that there was a great possibility of dying under the Nine Heavens Thunder Tribulation, Zhu Peng would not allow him to take a step back on the way to seek the road.

The thousands of creatures in the Noda Shrine were burned into white by the sun, but they were killed all over. However, what they really wanted was not obtained. Zhu Peng and the other three had already started to return. This shrine was placed in the wilderness and far from the city, and the road was not smooth. In addition, the shrine sacrifice process was retro and even mobile phones were not allowed to be brought in. As Japan's always efficient security and firefighting agencies failed to arrive until now, it saved four people a lot of trouble. Looking at the rolling smoke from the burning shrine, Zhu Peng sat in the back seat of the car and looked at the map to recalculate the next target. Anyway, the attack of the curse Jia Jia Coconut will not be affected by the spatial distance, and Zhu Peng didn't mind killing it again in the process of finding the shrine. Zheng Zha needed items such as Buddhist scriptures to avoid evil spirits. Zhu Peng looked for the shrine but only sought to improve his strength, but was not afraid of the evil spirit.

However, when the car stepped onto the highway, a bald old man leading the cute little girl was crossing the middle of the road. He appeared so abruptly that with Zhao Yingkong's reaction to driving skills, the car driving at high speed was also used to being suddenly stopped before hitting someone.

Zhao Yingkong, who had originally frowned, was no longer angry after seeing the little girl at the bald old man's hand. There was no way. He had just destroyed his whole family, and it was the right thing to do that to be found by the victim. To be honest, he could not take advantage of his own side.

"You are the old president whom Miss Sakurako calls it? If you were willing to come out early, your family's ancestral property would not have to be burned to white ground, and so many people would not need to die without a complete body." Zhu Peng opened the car door and stepped out of the car, but those unreasonable words were fierce and tight, or they were killed. There was no room for turning around and moving between the two sides. It would be better to press forward step by step.

"The so-called ancestral property is just floating clouds and clear smoke, and the so-called blood relatives, I have never taken it seriously. If it can live for three or five hundred years or even long-term life, what is the use of blood relatives?" As he said this, the bald old man stroked the little girl's head with one hand, and with a slight force, the girl's slender neck was twisted by him, and a slight sound was made. The little girl was afraid that she would not resist. She just hugged the bald old man's thigh with tears, "Grandpa, Grandpa" muttered.

The bald old man's eyes gradually dyed a bloody red color, and his eyes contained endless madness. However, he did not really break the neck of his granddaughter, but just sighed: "It's a pity that I have no hope of immortality in this life, but the inheritance of the Ningye family still needs to be inherited."

After sighing, the strange old man with blood-eyed bald head turned around and said to Zhu Peng and his four people: "I am Ningye Qingmu, Ye, and Ye are called Fengchan, and I have greeted the four fellow Taoists."

After the old man gave the salute, Zhu Peng, Zhao Yingkong, Ming Yanwei, and Xiao Bingyi also returned the salute. Both sides were so polite and kind that they seemed to have no grudge against each other to destroy their families. "You and I are crazy and foolish, but they are destined to do something, but it seems that you can make some transactions... You don't care about your ancestors, nor do you care about your blood relatives. What are you asking for? Tell me, maybe you and I can get what you want."

Just as the two sides were talking in language, a firetruck was driving by the expressway. The driver above also glanced at the few people below. After all, there must be very few people coming and going on this remote section. At this time, the Ningye Shrine was shrouded in the fierce flames and thick smoke.

"This is not a place to talk. The four distinguished guests wait a moment, and Crazy Chan arranges the funeral of the Ningye family." As he said, the strange old man with bald head and red eyes squatted down and stroked his granddaughter's cheek with a kind attitude that he had never seen before. Then he said to her: "Don't go with grandpa. After standing here and waiting for the police, follow the police uncle. As long as you always remember that you are from the Ningye family, someone will naturally bring you back in the future. The exact road, okay, go." After saying that, the old man stood up and didn't look at his little granddaughter again. Instead, he made a gesture to Zhu Peng and the other four, and then left first. The pace seemed slow and fast. Ming Yanwei and Xiao Bingyi were chasing each other as adults, and the little girl who couldn't keep chasing behind him could not catch up. Under the leadership of the strange bald old man, Zhu Peng and the other men quickly passed through the dense forest to a hidden but pure thatched cottage.

"Even if you have a secret trick, you abandoned your granddaughter like this today. Are you not afraid that she will not accept the inheritance of the Ningye family in the future and cut off your family education?" In the thatched cottage, the old man poured a bowl of sweet spring for each of the four of them. After savoring it, Zhu Zhupeng asked, but he knew the state of mind of the monks quite well, whether it was traditional Chinese monks or the strange and weird Japanese witch Zhu Lingwo inheritance.

"Led to the road, slowly and slowly, Xiao Yue'er one day really understands how vast the world is, how could she care about the things that happened in the past? It was like a well frog that was so stupid that she could jump back into the well after seeing the vast blue sky and guard the clear water alone..." The old man with a determined attitude in his voice, the bald and red eyes responded to Zhu Pengru, and took out a very exquisite wooden box from a hidden place in the room and placed it in front of everyone.

"You are surrounded by extremely strong ghost energy. Just getting close to me, I feel a great danger. So if we want to trade, we should do it as soon as possible. I am basically sure that I have what you want here, but do you have what I want there?" As he said, the old man opened the wooden box on the table. The slight crackling sound rang out slightly as the wooden box opened and calmed down, but an extremely dangerous and unstable aura filled the entire thatched cottage with the opening of the wooden box.

Even Zhu Peng frowned slightly as the wooden box opened, just because he was extremely familiar with the items inside.

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