The night is deep, the moon is dark and the wind is high. (800)

A dozen camp tents were set up along the mountain stream, and bonfires were lit in each tent. In front of the bonfire, there were two outer disciples watching the night, which was the only place of light in the dark. Chang Xin and I were flying in the air, with our spiritual consciousness spreading, and our spiritual thoughts swept through each tent one by one:

"This is a flying sword. Even the iron armored car in the secular world can easily cut into two pieces. The authentic three-turn magic weapon did not even step into the gate of the Chuangong Academy. Everyone in the sect gave it a gift. The foundation builder may not have this treasure!"

Some disciples were happy and carefully stroked the spine of the flying sword. Many disciples experienced a day of hard work and danger. After receiving the flying sword gift, their complaints disappeared. They just gave them fifty or sixty flying swords, which was why Kunlun had such confidence.

Occasionally, a few rash ghosts used their fingertips to test the sword's edge. Only one inch away from the sword, the sword energy shot out, and the flesh and blood on the palm were immediately cut off. Someone quietly used the fingers of his sleeping classmates to test the sword, and the tent was crying, making a fuss and hitting, and it was a mess.

"Every level is hard to be like the previous level. With the treasures and Taoist techniques given by the sect, I barely passed. Now that I am approaching the third level, why did I suddenly send the flying sword to defeat the enemy again?"

Another tent was full of steel and gems cut into several pieces. Wu Siwei tried the sharpness and flexibility of the flying sword and analyzed it slowly.

The disciples next to him disagree.

"I see, the sects who died in the first two passes were all faked to die, and Kunlun would definitely be secretly treated. The sect is so magnificent that it is not an evil sect to raise a Gu. How could it easily scrap the immortal seedlings that have been scattered with hard work? It is nothing more than a method to urge us to be vigilant."

"Elder Sheng said that the Taoist sect takes the first purpose of seeking immortality, and only teaches the techniques of immortality and preservation. The various arrangements of Elder Sheng in the previous episode have profound meanings. Giving the flying sword is probably not only encouraged us, the disciples who have passed the two levels, but they are afraid that there will be a bloody disaster below, and they have to rely on the flying sword to eliminate it."

"Now Elder Sheng and Elder Chang don't know where to go. No one asked, let's take a look."

“This is exactly what I worry about.”

Wu Siwei frowned,

"That senior brother Wumingzi is an extraordinary person. If he is here, he will have no worries. But since Senior Brother Wumingzi went to find Lu Nandi's bad luck, there will be no news. Lu Nandi came over and closed the camp and did not talk to others. I really don't know what happened to them?"

I thought to myself that this disciple had a conscience and used his divine thoughts to wipe out the tent that could not be defeated by one person.

His tent actually had a seal of imperial spirit to block the divine thoughts from outsiders. I focused on powerful divine thoughts and penetrated the seal of imperial spirit, and then I saw the situation inside:

A white camphor elephant soaked in the pool where the heat was boiling and fragrant flowers were scattered. While humming a small song with pride, the red fruit that was rolled into a hill with its nose (this is the medicinal material for refining yellow buds) was eaten, while leaning against the ceramic tiles on the edge of the bathtub.

Fortunately, this is a male elephant. If it were a female elephant, I would have become a voyeuristic person. But who would have thought that the third generation of demons would also carry a bathing pool.

I wanted to remove my divine thoughts, but my divine thoughts swept too quickly. Before I could withdraw, I had already caught a glimpse of the letter and I couldn't help but read it.

——There are two letters, written in a strong, round and thick Yan style regular script. One letter was written by Xiaoxiang to my grandfather Xiangwang, depicting his experience of practicing entering Kunlun. At the end, I reported to the Xiangwang that the Four Elephant Wheel was unreasonably confiscated by Kunlun; the other letter was to tell the Elders that Chang Xin and Sheng Yong's case to ask for the Four Elephant Wheel. In fact, it is better not to write the latter letter, but the artifact is in my hands, not in their hands. Chang Xin is still the wife of Guanshui Patriarch. Does the Elders need to go to the door of Guanshui Patriarch?

Chang Xin and I looked at each other, with laughter and crying expressions on our faces.

A strong wind suddenly blew towards the camp tent from the southwest, extinguishing the bonfire. The camp was pitch black and the vigilant gatemen were making noise. In the darkness, a camp tent in the middle suddenly turned red and glowed, and the fire rushed out from inside and burned mercilessly to both sides.

In just a few blinks, the people in the door pulled and pulled, running out of the tents!

Chang Xin said worriedly,

"The third level has begun."

I asked,

"Anyway, there will be no disciple who will die, why bother with senior sister?"

For me, it was more than a hundred years ago to start practicing as an outer disciple in Kunlun, and my heart was already confused. I vaguely remembered the experience of having never been able to cope with the situation.

"We cannot guarantee that one person will not die in this case. There are always teachers who cannot take care of the situation of the entire sect, just like after the junior brother turned the disaster, our sect could not find you for a while, and the demon queen of the bardo cannot be saved. In addition to prolonging life, the way to immortality also has the part to save one's life. Such dangerous situations require the disciples to deal with them alone. Our Kunlun practice is that it is best for the disciples to experience it when they first enter the school. On the Immortal Miao Deed, the disciples have written to seek the Tao without avoiding life and death. This is not a cliché, and it will be fulfilled this time."

Chang Xin said.

I saw hundreds of werewolfs gathered from all sides in the night to wrap more than 60 sects in dumplings. The werewolfs were all wearing iron masks, and their aura was almost like the foundation builder. My divine thoughts moved to the distant Taoist military courtyard forest where the werewolf came from. There were about ten iron bird cages hanging on each tall tree, and there were a werewolf in the bird cage. There were countless tens of millions of dollars. The golden locks on the cage kept opening, and more and more werewolf gathered towards the outer disciples.

"Are they Taoist soldiers?" I asked with a frown.

"No, they are death row prisoners in various countries in the Western Wilderness. The sect requires that the lords of the Western Wilderness cannot execute death row prisoners without authorization. Only by submitting them to the sect for inspection can they be sentenced to death. If these death row prisoners who have committed death row crimes contribute to the trial of their disciples, they can get pardoned by the sect."

Chang Xin said.

"Since they are death row prisoners, they will not be all demons, but humans, right?" I asked.

"They are almost all humans. In the previous episode, our sect wanted to crack Ouyang Jiji's Yisha Pill and use these death row prisoners to test the medicine, and many of them turned into werewolfs."

Chang Xin's face was still in disgusting voice.

A shrill scream came from below. A disciple of the outer sect who had walked late was cut off his throat by a werewolf. His flying sword was still in his hand. The werewolf pulled off the young man's arm holding the flying sword, took off the flying sword, bit the young man's shoulder and chewed it, and threw it to eat it with the werewolf who followed him.

——Although it was once a human being, it is obvious that human heart has completely lost. But human intelligence has not been lost. Otherwise, how could we know how to take off the flying sword?

Blood splashes.

A thunder bead fell from above into the werewolf's open mouth, and suddenly exploded, turning its head into fireworks.

I hugged the boy from the palm of the headless werewolf, and used intermittent paste to seal the broken throat and broken arms of the outer disciple. The viable true energy was input into the boy's dantian and key acupoints everywhere. The boy cried out and woke up. I put him flat on the ground. The boy was severely injured and was too weak to move.

The dozen werewolfs who were looking around were open and their bloody mouths were stunned for a moment, and suddenly they all lowered their heads to look at their chests. The werewolf's chests were cut open, their hearts were picked out, thrown on the ground, and arranged in a circle.

I wiped my hand with a handkerchief, and ignored them and asked Senior Sister Chang Xin who was landing.

"But under our noses, how can we watch the disciples be slaughtered? Where is Sheng Yong? If he teaches the disciples humanitarian skills in the School of Merit in the future, how will the disciples see him?"

"This is the practice of the sect, the order of the Presbyterian Church. There will always be casualties in the practice. We have tried our best to help the disciples. Sheng Yong's mirror clone cannot take care of everything, and it is useless to do anything. Since he has served as a duty in the School of Chuan Gong, he naturally has to take on the responsibility of the School of Chuan Gong, and even if he has a grudge, he must meet him."

"The Presbyterian should have abolished this bastard practice long ago." I said.

"The Presbyterian Church will judge that even though he was given a generous reward for the School of Transmission of Merit, Sheng Yong was unable to protect his disciples, which was purely his personal dereliction of duty."

Chang Xin took medicine from the gourd and sprinkled a circle around the outer disciple, fed a pill into the sect's belly, and placed the flying sword at the young man's own hands.

"This medicine fragrance can dispel the werewolf. This pill will relieve the werewolf's transformation poison. Let's go back to take care of him and see other disciples. I hope he knows how to use the flying sword next time."

I suddenly asked Chang Xin,

"These death row prisoners agreed with the sect to get out by working in the trial. Now that I want to kill them, is it against the will of the sect?"

Chang Xin blinked her eyes,

"Look at this situation, they have lost their hearts, and the agreements they made as humans in the past have naturally failed."

“Very good.”

I glanced at the heartless werewolf who continued to move closer to us. The vitality of this creation is strong and it is still unsatisfactory. I raised my hand and shot out more than a dozen thunder beads, and dozens of werewolfs were blown into powder.

I followed the smell of the werewolf and walked towards the Taoist garrison on the fourth floor of the mountain, while using my divine thoughts to sweep the disciples from all over the place.

Now three outer disciples were attacked by werewolfs, one died suddenly, and two were saved by Sheng Yong. The other sixty sects experienced the initial chaos and gathered into two groups. Wu Siwei did not cross the mountain stream, but retreated to the Poisonous Insect Valley Pass on the third mountain. I secretly thought that they were familiar with the terrain of the Poisonous Insect Valley and had a large amount of deworming pills left. The werewolf knew nothing, which was the best place to fight back against werewolfs. Chang Xin secretly flew to protect him.

The leader of Lu Nandi rushed straight to the fourth floor of the mountain, and went in the same direction as me. The disciples gathered, Sheng Yong conquered his clones and flew high above to protect him.

Lu Nandian's Four Elephant Wheel was taken away by me, but at this time he changed into a five-turn treasure hammer and turned into an elephant-headed demon in front of him. The disciples of the followers circled into a turtle formation that was moving slowly northward. The people of the sect recited the mantra of the newly learned and practiced flying swords, and directed the flying swords to fly out dozens of feet to meet the enemy. Several other sectors who had mastered the floating back and gliding in the air flew above to reconnaise and seek the enemy.

The Taoist garrison on the fourth floor of the mountain is the source of the werewolf. The werewolf is divided into two wings to encircle the sects. The sects are divided into two routes, one in front and one behind, and Wu Siwei is facing the werewolf thin formation, which is not difficult to deal with. Lu Nandi's way is met with the werewolf thick formation. The werewolf, who were repelled by Wu Siwei and others, did not dare to attack the Poisonous Insect Valley again, so he attacked Lu Nandi from the back.

Unconsciously, Lu Nandi had already rushed into the cold forest of the Daojianyuan, and snowflakes were falling as big as a mat. Everyone had no object to keep warm, so they had to urge Xuanmen Yuangong to protect their bodies. Unfortunately, their skills were mostly weak, and although they had not turned into popsicles, they could not help but burst into tears. The people of the sect were trembling, blowing their noses, and commanding the flying swords to compete with more and more werewolfs. After all, the flying swords were the sharpest weapon in the three realms. Although the children were very embarrassed, these flying swords were shuttled between the werewolfs, piercing through the demon's body like they were penetrating white paper. Gradually, they became familiar with the battle, and the people of the sects became calmer.

"Roll, rush to the Chuangong Academy. Even if there are tens of thousands of werewolves, they would not dare to come up. The Jindan elders will tear all these beasts out of their bodies."

Lu Nandian was very brave, and it was no problem to fight against dozens of werewolfs with treasure soldiers. Wherever he passed, there were werewolfs with broken limbs and heads everywhere. Unfortunately, he was brave but not wise, and did not understand the changes in military tactics. Thirty sects conservatively shrank and did not dare to divide their troops. Yuhan and command the flying swords were very exhausted. The people of the sects had no pills to take, and the battle was very fierce. Although there were as many werewolfs killed and they stabilized their front line, they became more and more tired as they fought and were still trapped in layers of werewolf siege.

At a glance, it is nearly 10,000.

"Wuwuwu, if my musket team was there, they would have rammed all these monsters." A child sat on the ground exhausted, fell from the flying sword and burst into tears.

Lu Nandi cursed anxiously while filling in the gap.

"My grandfather's Four Elephant Wheel is here, and he has been cleaned from all sides. The Kunlun Immortal who confiscated my artifact is really hateful!"

I looked at them from afar and couldn't help but sneeze.

Sheng Yong is protecting his disciples, so there should be no more casualties.

I thought about it. From the perspective of the disciples, it is not that there is no way to break the formation. It is not even necessary to break the formation to solve the problem. These werewolfs are not elites in the world, but just the connection between death row prisoners, without training cooperation, and even losing the hearts of the people. How can they be better than the disciples who have been familiar with them for many days? Today, the disciples are trapped, and there must be someone behind them. Just look for the leader to get rid of them.

The head was not without traces. The werewolf howled and echoed each other, and howled from afar. Listening carefully, isn’t it the head’s direction?

My heart suddenly became bright and I rushed toward the direction.

I saw a secluded place in the northeast of the Hanlin. A white long-haired ape sat on a large log. The ape had a stiff face, his eyes were dull, and he had no agility at all. His breath was just a foundation builder.

The werewolf's howling was coming from the mouth of the great white ape.

Howling means various military tactics and dispatches, one by one in my heart. I didn't understand the werewolf language, but I just saw that Master Shui communicated with Yaoxian, and the seventeen kinds of birds and beasts he used remained in my heart, so I knew it all.

But I pulled out the silver snake sword from the Na Ring.

I saw a dejected Taoist boy tied tightly on the tall tree next to the white ape, and a brilliant object that looked like brocade and flags hung on another tall tree.

"Senior Brother Yin, why are you bullied by this white ape?" I asked.

"I saw those outer disciples dragging me, and I went to the third level first. I ate the loss of this gourd Taoist soldier when I cleared the werewolf leader." Yin Yuanyuan sighed.

"How can a Taoist soldier be more powerful than a person on the mountain and river list - wait, do you think this great white ape is a gourd Taoist soldier?" I asked.

"Yes, it's the 1,01 gourd Taoist soldiers refined by Zhibeiyou."

The great white ape suddenly stopped howling, and walked towards me with long arms hanging over his knees.

I have walked within thirty steps of the Great White Ape.

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