Chapter 41 Who can distinguish the loyalty and turbidity

The candle shadow longed, and the bright moon's eyes were shining. She quietly listened to Zhou Hanzhi's ancient legend about Jinsumi. Suddenly, there was a joint in her heart that she couldn't figure out. She was straightforward and asked directly. Zhou Hanzhi had not thought about answering, but Sun Dezong of the demon religion laughed loudly.

He said without thinking, "This fairy, do you know that the universe is unimaginably wide, looking at the world, but one in tens of thousands of them, in this big world, the stars are disappearing and thousands of reincarnation, how do you know that there is only an undead bird, a Bifang, and a sea in the far north?"

"Oh?" Li Miaohua suddenly realized when he heard the words and praised, "Mr. Sun's words are very interesting. In different worlds, I, Li Miaohua, Brother Zhou and Mr. Sun, this statement is really fresh and interesting!"

Sun Dezong made a lot of remarks, and Li Miaohua clapped his hands and praised him. Sun Zuoshi couldn't help drinking a large mouthful of osmanthus wine, but said again, "The fairy turned out to be the heart of the bright moon in Kunlun Mountain..."

"Oh? Mr. Sun has also heard the name of the little woman? Li Miaohua said strangely.

Sun Dezong nodded and said, "I heard that Ming Yuexin and Li Weihua, the little disciple of Kunlun's mother, ran down the mountain. Your master was very anxious and came to you."

Ah? Master, she came here..." Li Miaohua was nervous at the bottom of his heart when he heard the words, and his handsome little face was frightened and hesitant. Seeing this, Qi Miao gently grasped her smooth and soft little hand. Sun Dezong couldn't help looking over with great meaning.

He thought to himself, "West Kunlun and Lingxia Island have old grudges, but today the disciples of the two factions are sitting together. There is not much to say..."

However, it's okay to think about this matter by yourself. The kindness and resentment of the world are still chaotic. Sun Dezong smiled and said, "Li Xianzi, I see you naive and bright, and spotless, so why should you be involved in this worldly disturbance..."

He raised his head and drank a glass of wine. The wine entered his heart and was madly cute. He saw that Sun Dezong pointed to the people around him one by one, Xing Ye, the general manager of Ju Yunxuan, Mo Cheng of the World's Military League, He Xumi, the northern monk, and the Xia brothers and so on. He laughed and scolded loudly: "All the people here, including Sun, are all in the Tao The well-looking hypocrites are modest and staggered, and they are all plotting inside. They are afraid that they will not achieve their own goals, but fall into other people's minds.

He smiled on his back and didn't pay attention to the iron-blue face at all. At this time, the people in the curtain in the hall did not say a word and still looked at the people on the table. Before the rest had an attack, they only heard a plop. Sun Dezong fell down and threw himself on the table, regardless of the mess of the glass plate, and the wine splashed all over his body, and he snored loudly. Do.

"Bah!" He Xumi, the monk who chased the north, shouted strangely and scolded, "If this old man Sun wants to go crazy, he has to go home to send it to his old women. What's so happy about that old He looking for!"

He shouted loudly: "The banquet is smooth. Don't be disturbed by the nonsense of this old man Sun. Don't hide the golden millet or something you mentioned earlier. Take it out to open everyone's eyes!"

Xia Wenqing seemed to wait for his words, clapped his palm and shouted, "As the master said, Yuaner, give the treasure quickly..."

There was a small step outside the door. A young maid dragged a wooden plate with a bright golden light on the plate. One thing was wrapped in golden leaves, which was shaped like a fragrant rice cake.

"Is this the legendary golden millet?" Qimiao said strangely, "Previously, Xia Wenqing was entangled by this He Xumi, and the two sides were vicious. How could he be called a master? In addition, the people in this hall are high on the throne and supremely majestic. Why do you mean that Xia Wenqing took over and called people to offer magic weapons on his own initiative? Isn't this strange?"

When the maid approached, Qi Miao passed by, but saw that the layer of golden leaves wrapped outside in the plate were full of Taoist spells, and it was full of forbidden powers. Thinking that something was sealed, she said more strangely, "Why is this golden millet different from what Zhou Hanzhi and Sun Dezong told?"

"Brother, this thing full of forbidden power is that golden millet?" Zhou Han stopped the seven wonderful transmission.

"This is an ancient myth, and I also know a little about it. Now that the shape of this thing is thick, covered with layers of gold leaves, and the gold leaves are dissatisfied with the prohibition, which makes it difficult for me to penetrate into Huangting's true spirit. This thing is paradoxical, and I really can't judge it. On the contrary, Sun Dezong of the demon religion seems to be familiar with the past and modern times. Maybe he can recognize it? " Zhou Han hesitated for a moment and sent a message back to him.

The two looked at Sun Dezong and saw that he opened his hands, slanted on the table of the Eight Immortals, lying on his head side, snoring loudly in his mouth, and he was sleeping soundly.

Qi Miao and Zhou Hanzhi suddenly realized that the two of them looked at each other quickly and said in their hearts, "This Sun Dezong is so cunning!"

He Xumi over there also looked suspiciously. Looking at the treasure on this wooden plate, he did not say anything.

Mo Chengqian took a sip of wine and laughed in his heart, "There is another good play..."

Except for Sun Dezong, who fell asleep, everyone couldn't take their eyes off and stared at this golden treasure, but only the light star sword crown jade, just buried their heads and drank wine, but they didn't look at it.

The maid named Yuaner held a wooden plate and went straight to the front of the hall. At the moment when she wanted to step up, she suddenly heard a "slow!"

Xing Ye suddenly grabbed his body and stretched out his arm to stop the wind. The latter bowed in consterred and said, "Chief Xing..."

"General Manager Xing!" Xia Wuming said unhappily, "This is what my brother tried his best to dedicate to his father. Do you dare to stop it privately?"

"Big son..." Xing Ye said neither humble nor arrogantly, "Although this thing is full of prohibition, there is a faint trace of evil qi flowing out, which attracts the true qi in Xing's body. For the safety of the owner, it is most appropriate for me to check first."

"What!" Xia Wuming blushed when he heard the words and said angrily, "How dare you frame my brothers and murder my father..."

Xing Ye was not angry, but he turned to Xia Hongyuan sitting on the dragon seat and said deeply: "Master, the villain dares to question the deep relationship between the two princes and the master's father and son, but I'm afraid that the two sons have little experience and have not entered the world, and may be taken the opportunity to kill the master by the man."

I only heard the person nod in the curtain, but said lightly, "Xing Ye is right, you can check it."

Zhou Hanzhi was surprised and couldn't help thinking, "I don't know what kind of skill Xingye can capture the faint flowing layer of black gas in this 'golden millet', or is this just his pretext?"

He had already seen that Xing Ye was the one who gave orders from Ju Yunxuan. The Xia brothers must have been unconvinced and have been in harmony with their master and servants for a long time.

When Xing Ye heard the words, he smiled gently and waved his hand vigorously. He saw the Taoist spells written on the golden leaves slowly fade word by word.

After the handwriting full of golden leaves disappeared, the golden leaves slowly opened like flowers, revealing one of the red blood crystals.

A group of people instantly looked at the blood crystals and felt that the object was purple-red, with a strong blood gas.

"Is it a red blood curse?" He Xumi was shocked and said that some of the swordsmen of the military alliance were horrified when they heard the words. It turned out that the red blood spell was a secret technique. In the magic array, he stripped a person's whole body and cut off the blood around his body, so that his whole body was full of blood and died. When the man spit out the last drop of blood, he clotting blood into a crystal. This blood crystal was wrapped in strong hatred and resentment before his death. , and then inject the spell, and it will become a blood spell.

And this blood crystal will release the spell on the first person he met, causing his qi and blood to run out, and his skin and skin will fester and die. The seven or eight swordsmen in the military alliance felt that they were not enough. Seeing that the blood crystal was released, they were afraid and involuntarily retreated.

The golden leaf was opened, revealing blood crystals, but in a short time, a strong bloody atmosphere suddenly floated over the hall, and wrapped in an inexplicably trembling power of resentment, red blood overflowed, and a group floated to the table of the soldiers.

The Guanyu sneered and sprinkled the wine in the glass on the ground at will. The wine was sprinkled into a line. When the blood fog drifted close, he only heard a sound of Zla, and a white smoke rose from the fishy red blood, which was invulnerable and was firmly blocked from this line of wine.

The blood crystal of Xing Yeli recently felt the strong power of resentment in the blood crystal. This spell was domineering and deeply resentful. He sneered and waved his sleeve without hurry, but saw the three-colored true gas in his sleeve and tied to the blood crystal. This three-color color was full of true energy and abnormal, and the blood crystal crackled. , it was easily turned into powder by this true qi.

This scene happened, but in an instant, the thick blood in the air suddenly disappeared, and the eyes of everyone looking at Xingye suddenly became different.

"Brother Xing turned out to be a Buddhist monk, and he actually had the true spirit of the three laws of Buddhism..." He Xumi called it strange.

Xing Ye nodded slightly to him. He didn't have time to say much. The maid, who was called Yuan'er, suddenly took out an inch-long dagger from her arms, jumped into the air, shouted, and stabbed Xing Ye in the chest.

The dagger in her hand is soaked in glory, and she is also a magic weapon.

"How dare you be presumptuous!" Xing Ye snorted coldly, his hands turned into gas, waved his palm, and there was a faint flash of Buddha light behind him.

"Well, this is the holy palm of Dafan, Brother Xing, you are not simple!" He Xumi touched his chin and nodded the name of Xingye's skills. The latter smiled bitterly and thought that He Xumi was worthy of being a master-level figure. As soon as he took action, he was clearly seen by him. You are not simple. I want the original four words back to you.

Xing Ye slapped away. When the kite rushed away, she found that her eyes were full of Dafan Gangfeng. She only heard a scream. Instead, she was knocked out of the distance by Xing Ye and fell to the ground. Finally, she tried to lift her left hand, but saw that the magic weapon she had been broken. At present, her eyes were full of incredible feelings, so she sprayed He took a big sip of blood and died in a blind eye.

"Yan'er Yuan'er..." He Xumi pouted again, "This has become a broken kite."

But looking at Xing Ye's frown, he didn't know what he was thinking about when he successfully eliminated the enemy?