"I'm not a match for this junior, but there's no shame. A junior who shows his sharpness may die one day. Now the glory may not be as good as me." The old monk Zhixi thought to himself, but began to search for a way out for himself.

As for the words of killing the disciples of Zhaixing Tower to avenge their ancestors, they are just glamorous words.

He knew that at least the real purpose of most people in their organization was not pure.

Some simply don’t like Zhaixing Pagoda and don’t want to join Zhaixing Pagoda, and some want to obtain cultivation resources from these disciples of Zhaixing Pagoda.

Don’t worry that Zhaixing Tower will retaliate against these disciples because of these disciples. As long as they don’t do too much, everything will be within controllable range.

Because they knew that they were the worms in the basin, and were the touchstones used to temper these disciples of the Star Picking Tower.

A certain number of casualties were tolerated by the Star Piercing Tower.

The old monk Zhixi said kindly: "This little donor, why don't we retreat here. After my monk's test, I found that you have a lot of wisdom. Although your practice is extremely extreme, I believe that the real evil is not the martial arts, but people."

Ren Wu smiled and controlled the Red Fog soldiers to gather and kill him.

The dense red mist soldiers rushed towards the old monk Zhixi.

At the same time, after half an hour of hard study, Ren Wu finally mastered another secret technique. It is also another auxiliary advanced secret technique that is in line with the current military formation arrangement.

"Old monk, eat me a big formation of ten thousand soldiers to kill Gods."

A faint white light appeared in Ren Wu's pupils.

Interlaced white array diagrams broke out from the ravines.

There is a vacant outline of a figure above the white array, and countless red fog soldiers followed behind.

Ren Wu reluctantly smashed out ten thousand top-grade spirit stones, and the top-grade spirit stones bloomed like flowing water.

When the old monk Zhixi saw Ren Wu's heroic throwing 10,000 top-grade spirit stones to help with the secret technique, his heart trembled suddenly.

The top-grade spirit stones quickly melted into the void, and a large number of top-grade spirit stones dissipated in the air and merged into the formation.

The outline of the figure above the white array diagram is gradually becoming clear.

The old monk Zhixi realized something was wrong and sacrificed a Buddhist staff with nine holes and seven rings all over the body.

I took a deep pain and took a look at my lower-grade Taoist weapon staff. He had not yet successfully practiced this Taoist weapon completely. It was still a short time before it was completed. Although this magic weapon has the power, it is not stable. If it is easily damaged if it is used rashly, then all the previous efforts will be wasted.

But he perceived the increasingly severe threat of death, and the small future derivation of plum blossom techniques he practiced allowed him to predict good and misfortune and know life and death.

Although he can only predict the good and good fortune of the short future, he has saved him many times.

The old monk Zhixi lamented, it seems that this is the only way to go now.

Forget it, this is also my fate.

The staff smashed into the void, and the formation of the God-slaying Formation trembled violently.

But there was also a gap in the formation.

Two of the seven rings in the nine holes above the Buddha's stick exploded, leaving five rings.

The accumulated efforts of at least twenty years have been put into Dongshui.

The old monk Zhixi was bleeding in his heart.

This Buddha Staff originally had to be completely refined by nine rings to be considered complete, forming a complete cycle. Even if eight were successful, as long as the last ring was not closed, it would be an incomplete circle.

A big hole was broken into the formation of the Ten Thousand Soldiers of Gods, and the old monk Zhixi glanced at Ren Wu deeply.

"Men, please forgive others if you have to. If you are too murderous, you will be robbed sooner or later."

"You won't worry, I don't know what I'm going to suffer, but I know you're going to suffer a catastrophe today, and it's a catastrophe of life and death." Ren Wu said coldly.

The grass is cut without eradicating the roots, and the spring breeze blows and grows again.

Ren Wu took out 20,000 top-grade spirit stones in one breath.

The white fog figure, which was somewhat dispersed, quickly condensed.

Even the contours on the face are particularly clear.

The old monk Zhixi, who was about to leave the gap, was squeezed back.

The old monk looked confused.

Without waiting for the old monk to continue to take action, the formation of the Ten Thousand Soldiers to Slay Gods is activated.

The terrifying and fierce aura attacked the old monk, and the old monk's body-protecting true energy was instantly broken, and he turned into a walking corpse in a daze.

In an instant, countless swords and weapons were applied, and the old monk died on the spot.

At the last moment, the old monk seemed to have recovered from some clarity, with no sorrow or joy in his eyes, and he looked at life and death lightly. He just called the Buddha's name in a low voice, "Amitabha"

Ren Wu picked up the broken Buddha stick, took off the storage ring from the old monk's finger, and then found three pieces of golden paper from his arms. The cloth shoes that looked extremely old under his feet were actually a medium-grade magic weapon.

The cassock worn outside was cut a lot by swords and soldiers. It can protect against dust, water and fire. It is also a top-quality magic weapon, but it can be used after replenishing it.

Apart from that, there is nothing valuable.

Losing his master's storage ring becomes a masterless object, and Ren Wu's mental power enters it.

In the corner, there were a small pile of about a thousand medium-grade spirit stones and more than one hundred high-grade spirit stones, and then a few small bottles and jars. Ren Wu took them out and took a look. They were all basic elixirs such as fasting pills.

The most conspicuous thing is the three piles of books neatly stacked in the center of the storage ring.

These books are in the shape of bamboo slips and in the shape of paper pages.

They are all the most common Buddhist scriptures.

A level eighth-level cultivator who passed the tribulation stage only has this little thing in his storage ring, no wonder he had to attack his disciples.

The corners of these Buddhist scriptures are yellowed and are obviously often read. The fonts inside are a little blurred and there are traces of being rewritten and bold.

Ren Wu was silent for a moment, and a trace of indescribable feeling arose in his heart, but soon this emotion was cut off by him and his eyes became clear again.

No matter what kind of person he is, he will be my enemy at the moment he kills himself.

I can respect him with different positions, so I have to use my all to defeat him or even kill him.

On the extraordinary road, there is no tolerance for a woman's kindness.

He dug a pit and buried the old monk in the soil, then spread all the Buddhist scriptures in the storage ring on him, and then buried the pit.

"Let's go over, we should just clean up the battlefield."

When Ren Wu rushed over, he only saw Pang Yuan and Ai Xi and his group resting.

There are three corpses on the ground.

They are the other three extraordinary people who have met during the Tribulation.

This area seemed to have been destroyed by a disaster, the earth was in a mess, as if it had been bombed by dense shells, and the ground in a large area was full of potholes.

"Solved?" Pang Yuan asked with his eyes open.

"Yes." Ren Wu nodded.

"How, do you feel anything?" Pang Yuan said with a smile.

Ren Wu pondered for a moment, and finally said with a smile: "It just feels like that."
Chapter completed!