Si Bai held the woman's shoulder with his hands, and his magnificent voice fell faintly, replying: "There are restrictions on the Panlong Pillar and the Fire Phoenix Pillar, and flying with swords will definitely not work, but... Since someone wants to die, why not help him?"

This is said in a cold tone, as if human life is in his eyes, as if it is just an ant.

Bai Mo raised his eyebrows.

She was not a good person at all, and even when she heard Si Bai treating life as a joke, she did not experience too much fluctuations or resistance in her heart.

At this moment, she only thought of one sentence:

The teenagers in society can’t afford to offend them.

Si Bai's eyebrows and eyes looked a little cold and said slowly: "You just go up and tell that person now that you want to stop him from committing stupid behavior. Maybe he will think you are depriving him of his chance to perform, so it's better to watch a show."

Bai Mo deeply agrees.

She saw all the actions that the monk was eager to show.

It is probably the lush forest ahead that gives people hope. Once there is no external worries, there will definitely be internal troubles.

The purpose of this monk is very simple, it is nothing more than feeling that the road ahead is dark and the flowers are bright, and that he wants to be the leader of the world, so that other monks can listen to his orders.

His seemingly unafraid of death is also easy to explain. He dares to be ahead of others and establishes prestige.

The middle-stage cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage saw that everyone was blinded by their eyes, and smiled proudly.

He has heard of the reputation of Zhu Xian Realm. As long as the cultivator enters, he will probably die forever. Although he doesn't know why there are no dangers along the way from the Ice and Snow Field to the Pulse Purgatory, the road ahead is long and they still have to look for Elder Tianxi.

Therefore, you must make plans early.

If everyone present can obey him, the chance of surviving in this Zhuxian realm will increase a lot.

If necessary, these people can also be used as stepping stones...

People do not punish themselves and kill them.

On the Immortal and Demon Continent, this is the law of survival that people, demons, and monsters know!

The monk stepped on the natal magic sword, holding the spirit stone in one hand to absorb the spiritual energy inside, while slowly commanding the flying sword to enter the air to test whether there is a barrier or a restriction in the void...

In his eyes, he was indifferent to the monks on the dark red soil of the pulp purgatory, but his face was full of righteousness and said loudly:

"Friends of Daoism, it's very safe. There is no barrier or restriction on air flight. Fellows of Daoism can relax and sacrifice your natal magic weapon. As long as you fly through this slurry river, you can leave this ghost place!"

With a burst of advocacy and personal demonstrations, except for Bai Mo and Si Bai, the others below were ready to move for a moment.

"Mad, this ghost place is almost roasting me into a fuck. As long as I can leave here, even if I die, I would rather give it a try!"

The speaker was a young monk with a sweaty hair, and his hair was so wet that it was touching the sides of his cheeks. He looked extremely embarrassed. It should have been affected by the fire poison contained in the air of the pulp purgatory, which made his words and deeds become irritable and impulsive.

I saw the young monk directly sacrificed a spirit stone in his hand, and flew into the air with his magic sword.

This move has attracted people who are eager to follow suit, but there are still a very small number of conservatives standing under the verge of waiting and watching.
Chapter completed!