Chapter 242

"Someone has gone in?" Song Fei moved in his heart and asked again, "is there anyone out?"

"No, none of the 33 people who went in came out unless there were other channels." Yizhen said.

"Let's go and show me," Song Fei said. Then they flew into the sky. After flying for a short time, they saw a black and arrogant mountain pulled up high, which attracted special attention among the many mountains. They enjoyed the service of their subjects like an emperor surrounded by the mountains.

Pointing to the proud black mountain, the little monk said, "the entrance to the secret land is on the top of that mountain."

"Someone." Song Fei grabbed a real monk who was going to fly forward. His eyes were slightly frozen and his eyes were like electricity to the cliff on the hillside of Heishan mountain. There, a black figure was sitting cross legged, and his long hair was casually pinned behind his head by a faint yellow vine, so he couldn't see his face clearly.

An ordinary warrior wears strong clothes, and he casually throws a sword like refined steel around him.

Song Fei and Yizhen Ling stood in the air and looked at the shadow solemnly. Song Fei suddenly said, "what a lonely back. Why do you feel like this, little monk? Your Buddhism pays attention to people's hearts. What's the matter with this person?"

"Amitabha." a true monk gave a Buddhist name and said seriously, "if the little monk guessed well, the benefactor should have been hurt by love and understood the ruthless way."

"Ruthless way? And this way? It seems that the so-called three thousand is just an imaginary number." Song Fei sighed.

"Amitabha, our Buddhism also has three thousand worlds. The so-called three thousand can only be understood and unspeakable. It coincides with the three thousand of Taoist friends." Yizhen Dao.

"Well, congruence is normal. Buddha is Tao." Song Fei replied casually.

"Benefactor, you really have imagination." Yizhen's face was a little embarrassed. After all, the little monk had not fully practiced to the highest level. Buddhism was originally the most sacred in his heart. Song Fei spit out that Buddhism was Tao, which almost broke his world outlook.

"You have some eyesight, but you can see that you have practiced the ruthless way." the man in black next to the cliff suddenly stood up, turned and faced Song Fei.

His swords were casually thrown aside by him, not to mention his ordinary black clothes, which were more casually dressed by him, but his lazy dress made him look more informal and independent.

His facial features are very sunny, but his facial features are handsome, but the lines are soft, giving people a feeling of closeness. If it weren't for his lonely and excessive temperament, it's hard to imagine that this big boy next door, a natural and unrestrained man, would be a monk who was hurt by love and trained in the ruthless way.

"Ruthless way, is it dangerous?" Song Fei asked a real monk quietly. He must not judge a person by his appearance, which almost became Song Fei's instinctive reaction.

Song Fei's voice was very low, but he was caught by the man in black and said with a smile: "I'll break the love between men and women, and continue to break filial piety, benevolence and righteousness."

At the same time, Song Fei also got a positive answer from Yizhen. Yizhen said: "the way of ruthlessness is not the way of ruthlessness. Ruthlessness is hurt, and ruthlessness is the desire of self extinction. Whoever hurts him will have no emotion. If it is true as the benefactor said, if the benefactor is hurt by love, it will achieve the way of ruthlessness, but just break the love."

Song Fei nodded silently and continued: "then how do we know that he was not hurt by his parents, brothers and comrades in arms at the same time? If so, isn't he heartless, unfilial and unkind, and worse than pigs and dogs, isn't it very dangerous for us?"

The corner of the mouth of the young man in black twitched slightly, took a deep breath, suppressed his anger, and said in a deep voice: "Taoist friend, is this a curse for me? God has mercy, I'm not so unlucky."

"Hahaha, I'm kidding. I'm kidding." Song Fei changed his face faster than turning the book. He quickly changed into a smiling face and said, "next month, one of the many affiliated sects of Huazong is called Yue Tianyu. The little monk is called Yizhen. I don't know what Taoist friends call him."

"I'll break my love." the young man in black replied faintly.

"Oh, your sword is good. You seem to dislike it. You might as well give it to me." Song Fei was so thick skinned that he was very serious when he said this.

As soon as he grabbed it with his left hand, the long sword on the ground flew into his hand and said calmly and expressionless, "this sword is named Muran. It is a brother who has been following for many years."

Song Fei said to Yizhen and Shang, "look, even his brothers are so misplaced by him. I said he may have broken the relationship between brothers and parents."

Yizhen monk was embarrassed and didn't know how to answer. He said with a dry smile, "this benefactor is natural and unrestrained. This is his form. Benefactor Yue, you're too thoughtful."

Song Fei frowned and said, "is that true? That's all right."

"You also want to enter the demon realm?" qingduan suddenly asked.

Song Fei's heart moved. It seems that he guessed right. This one also ran to the secret territory. The little monk is really unreliable. He keeps saying that no one else knows about the magic realm. He has only been away for a month. It seems that everyone knows it.

Song Fei didn't ask, but Yizhen took the lead in asking: "at the beginning, the little monk's master found this magical realm that had never been moved by chance. I don't know how benefactor found it?"

"Nothing else, I vaguely felt something calling me to go. Such a strong call should be the heavy treasure choosing the Lord. Here also happens to be polluted by the magic gas. The heavy treasure without choosing the Lord will only be in the secret realm, so I call this secret realm the magic realm." Qing Duan said.

Heavy treasure call? Song Fei wondered, "will chongbao summon people?"

"When chongbao chooses the master, he will summon his satisfied master with his heart. This is the common sense of truth cultivation. Don't you know?" qingduan looked at Song Fei with the same eyes as looking at aliens.

Well, it seems that you are really ignorant. However, Song Fei felt something wrong in his heart. If chongbao chose the Lord, it must be enough to choose one person. How could there be 33 people in front of him.

"Devil's land, that's a good name." during their conversation, an old voice suddenly came over their heads, but they saw an old man in black stepping on a magic weapon as round as a pot cover, closely followed by a black iron man on the left side, followed by more than a dozen little friends behind him. These little friends looked young and had high accomplishments, All of them are friars in the foundation period without the realm of golden elixir.

With the appearance of the old man, Song Fei immediately felt a great increase in pressure. This invisible huge pressure could not be an expert in the golden elixir period. Then it was obvious that the old man in front of him was a strong man in the spiritual realm.

In addition to the old man, the black puppet next to him glowed with a dark cold light. There was a feeling of more dangerous and violent than the old man, which made Song Fei feel numb.

Shit, how can you follow a puppet? He is no less powerful than the spirit realm. What sect is so abnormal. In addition to the old man, his little friends also brought a puppet. A stronger foundation friar even brought a puppet of golden elixir.

Seeing that the old man's accomplishments were not the enemy of himself and the little monk, Song Fei immediately planned to pull the flag and said to the old man, "I don't know who you are from the affiliated sect of Huazong next month?"

This place is close to Yuehua sect. If you pull out the name of Yuehua sect, you will certainly make the old man dare not attack him at will.

Sure enough, after listening to Song Fei's report to his family, the old man felt a little less tyrannical on his face. He nodded proudly and said, "I am a member of Yuehua sect and puppet sect. If your elders are here, I must know my name."

"It turns out that you are senior Sikong. I've heard of your reputation for a long time. It's disrespectful and disrespectful." Song Fei said with a smile.

"Well, if you're more knowledgeable later, I won't embarrass you." sikongda said proudly.

At this time, qingduan looked at Song Fei contemptuously, sneered, turned and left.

"Boy, what kind of sect are you? How dare you be so rude!" seeing that the feeling was broken, sikongda disdained to turn around. This behavior was like slapping himself in the face, and he was very angry.

Qingduan turned around and said with a sneer: "I'm not a person of yuehuazong power. Now I have no door or sect. How are you doing?"

"In that case, I'll teach you a good lesson for your parents." sikongda angrily said. Then he grabbed it in vain, and the Yellow streamer unearthed broke out, just like a black line, directly grabbed the love on the edge of the cliff.

With the sound of "miso", the sword suddenly came out of its scabbard. The seemingly ordinary sword immediately stabbed the old man's streamer. Later, the sword light was twisted, and the complicated streamer was suddenly twisted to the ground.

The young man's sword easily broke the attack of sikongda, a strong man in the spirit realm. Song Fei was very shocked. This seemingly ordinary young man was no less powerful than the spirit realm.

Then more shocked was sikongda. He pointed to the silent sword with broken feelings and said intermittently: "ruthless sword formula, silent sword, you are broken feelings."

"It's me." qingduan still stood calmly between the cliffs. The long hair and clothes behind him blew by the long wind, which seemed more natural and unrestrained. On his handsome sunny face, he said calmly, "how are you doing?"

"Since you're feeling broken, I can't bear it for the treasure in the devil's territory." sikongda said in a deep voice, "if you enter the devil's territory, you'll win the treasure according to your ability."

"Naturally so." feeling cut off a faint tunnel.

"Hum, you're the only one who talks nonsense about winning the treasure?" at this time, a very nice female voice came from a distance, but the tone of the voice made people drop the image of the owner of the voice by more than ten grades.

In the sky, a red figure appeared in everyone's sight. Song Fei's heart "clicked". It's really a narrow enemy. The visitor was Murong Xue. Her best spirit tool Senluo umbrella is still lying in her storage ring. I don't know if she will find it.