Chapter 103 Misunderstanding

"This guy is so powerful. He fights against three undead creatures on his own, and he is also skillful. I don't know which sect he is." He said.

At this time, Su Xiaobai also seemed to notice the three people. He glanced coldly, snorted, and continued to fight with the two undead creatures.

"Taoist friend, do you need any help?" He shouted loudly.

Su Xiaobai split an undead creature with a sword and said coldly, "You don't need to mind your own business." After saying that, he met him again, and the golden sword cut off a corner of the iceberg.

"Hey, it's quite personal." He touched his chin and laughed.

The golden sword light is like a dragon, cutting off an undead creature. Black blood splashes everywhere, but it can't touch Su Xiaobai's white clothes. Su Xiaobai's action was as fast as lightning, and another sword split another undead creature. With a long sword, he grabbed the crystal flying sword and threw it into the universe bag.

"Roar!"

The undead roared ferociously and lost its flying sword. The undead rushed to Su Xiaobai with its teeth and claws.

"The meaning of the nine swords, broken!" Su Xiaobai raised his hand and pointed, and the golden sword light pierced the head of the undead creature. Even the undead creature lost its vitality at this moment and fell to the ground.

Zhuge Bliang was surprised that these undead creatures were equivalent to the cultivation of the dazzling period. Su Xiaobai actually suppressed three undead creatures of the same level with his own strength. The cultivation was really horrible.

Stundering and talking are also shocked. Both of them are also the cultivation of the dazzling period. In their opinion, they are indeed sure to kill three undead creatures of the same level, but they must not underestimate Su Xiaobai.

Su Xiaobai took out a white cloth and wiped his love sword. From beginning to end, he did not look at Zhuge Buliang and the three of them.

"Which school is the Taoist friendly cultivation? Who is your last name? I think Taoist friends are predestined to my Buddha. How about joining our Daluo Temple? The chatty began to play tricks again.

Zhuge Buo looked at the words sullenly. Why is this guy like this with everyone?

"Are you the practitioners of Daluo Temple?" Su Xiaobai glanced at the stattering and talking, and snorted coldly, "I'm a San Xiu. What I don't like most are you so-called famous sect practitioners, and I won't join you."

As soon as he said this, his face was not very good-looking.

At this time, Su Xiaobai suddenly noticed Zhuge Buteng beside him. He looked at the ferocious ghost mask for a moment and scolded, "You are Xue Feihua. Even you, a famous faction, have been mixed up with such bad people. Humph, ridiculous!"

With that, Su Xiaobai got up with his sword, didn't look at the three people, and went to the distant sky.

He stammed, "Zhu... Brother Zhuge, I... I said, you... you... you wear this mask, you will definitely... will... cause trouble..."

"I can't help it. I just need to believe that I am a very pure person." Zhuge Buliang shrugged his shoulders.

Looking at the direction Su Xiaobai left, he said, "The man's direction seems to be the death zone."

Several people were shocked when they heard the words. The three of them looked at each other and chased in the direction where Su Xiaobai left. The death zone is undoubtedly the forbidden area of this underground world. Zhuge Fuliang clearly knows that the death zone is the lost God City and the mysterious black tower.

Zhuge Fuliang has a hunch that the so-called Fengmang Mountain Shenzang must be in the mysterious black tower.

Three days later, the three finally came to the so-called death zone. From afar, the black gas rushed to the sky, and all of them were shrouded in a piece of ink light within a hundred miles. Around this death zone, a large number of practitioners from Kyushu gathered and wandered around the vicinity of the death zone.

Zhuge was not bright, and the arrival of stuttering and talking suddenly attracted the attention of other practitioners, and everyone cast a surprised look at him. Zhuge Buliang was stunned when he saw so many practitioners gathered together.

"Xue Feihua, that ** thief, how dare he come here!"

"Those two seem to be the practitioners of Daluo Temple. How can they hang out with Xue Feihua, a thief?"

"Damn, two flower monks!"

Listening to the comments around him, he swung and looked at each other. He couldn't help smiling bitterly and whispered, "Brother Zhuge, I told you not to wear this nonsense. Look, it's causing trouble."

While talking, two practitioners in monk's robes came up. Their costumes and treads were similar to words. One of the middle-aged men looked at Zhuge Budang, snorted softly and said, "Where have you been?"

He stammed, "We...we... Careless... Did you meet... No... No...no..."

"Shut up! Talk, say it!" The middle-aged monk shouted, and he gasped too much to suffocate people to death.

He said with a smile, "Oh, Brother Huafei, it's like this. We accidentally met some undead creatures on the way and separated from several brothers. Fortunately, there is no end to the road. I and I have gone through difficulties and overcome many difficulties. Finally, I came here to meet several brothers. How are the brothers? I don't know if it's hurt? I stag..."

"Shut up, too!" The middle-aged monk, known as Hua Fei, had a black face and a black line on his forehead. If he doesn't stop him, I guess he can talk until dark.

Hua Fei glanced at Zhuge Fuliang and said, "Why do you walk with this person?"

The words quickly said, "This is the thing..."

"Don't talk, stag, say!" Hua Fei stambed next to him.

He stammed and coughed twice and said, "The thing is... yes... it's like this... I... I... we... we..."

"Okay, I won't ask." Hua Fei waved his hand with a helpless look on his face.

Zhuge Buteng stood aside and smiled bitterly. The two people who stam and talked were simply a pair of living treasures. Talking to the two of them was undoubtedly a kind of torture. One was speechless, and the other was broken. There was nothing useful after a long time.

"A few brothers are waiting for you. You two come with me." Hua Fei shouted coldly and turned around and walked not far away.

He whispered, "Brother Zhuge, let's go there first and come back to you later." After saying that, the two left with Hua Fei.

Zhuge Fuliang looked around and saw that the practitioners of the major factions cast unfriendly eyes. Zhuge Fuliang didn't bother to pay attention to them and looked at the death not far away.

The steaming black gas enveloped the area in front of him, like hell, and the sound of ghost crying and howling came from time to time.

At this time, Zhuge Fuliang saw an acquaintance not far away. It was Su Xiaobai and the old Taoist priest who didn't know which religion, Qingyangzi. In addition to them, there are also several practitioners, who are some distance away from the practitioners of the major factions, and they should be scattered.

"Xue Feihua, you are not dead!" A delicate cry came, and a woman in blue and several young men came up. The woman in blue was the Qinger who chased Xue Feihua and the practitioners of Feixianmen a few days ago.