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Under the cold moonlight, a group of ghost monks with sad and angry expressions dug three feet away everywhere, and every inch of the ground and every blade of grass were carefully searched.

The five supreme elders of Lanruo Temple were suspended in the air, overlooking the vast earth like gods.

Thick dark clouds were pulled by invisible force and covered their heads.

The grass on the ground condenses into white frost, and the rivers freeze into ice.

The violent emotional fluctuations of advanced cultivators will trigger the spiritual response of nature. Although the expressions of these five old Nascent Soul monsters seem to be neither sad nor happy, the strange appearance of heaven and earth clearly expresses how angry they are now.

The natal spirit cards of the Linggufu battle group were broken continuously, and the impact they caused to Lanruo Temple was simply indescribable.

A master of Jindan and twelve foundation-building masters were just chasing a traitor with ten levels of Qi refining. How could he be wiped out and not a single survivor?

Even if it took a little time to report it layer by layer, the five Nascent Soul Elders did not delay any time. After receiving the message, they immediately cast a spell to lock Ling Gufu's position and rushed to the scene of the murder as quickly as possible.

Just now, I lost a lot, which shows how powerful the murderer is!

Nie Xiaoqian, who has ten levels of Qi refining, would never be able to destroy the entire Linggufu law enforcement team in such a short time.

The murderer must be someone else!

Jiumopo, the head of Lanruo Temple, respectfully flew to the five Supreme Elders and presented a string of garland bells full of interest.

"Elders, I searched for it and found only Nie Xiaoqian's 'soul-spirited Burmese Bell'..."

The five Nascent Soul Elders snorted coldly, and Jiumopo was so shocked that he couldn't help but shrink his neck.

This Jindan Ghost Cultivator, who was nicknamed "Tree Demon Grandma", actually knew very well that the murderer would probably not be able to find it out because the clues that could be found were too disordered.

There are two traces of a war between monks in this mountain village, and only one of the traces of the Linggufu battle group occupied.

Judging from the remaining corpses, some of the mortals in this mountain village were killed by fire-attributed scimitars, while the other part was killed by "mind shock". This shows that the murderer includes at least one monk who majored in fire and a Buddhist practitioner - and he was a high-level Buddhist practitioner who awakened the eighth divine consciousness and had the spiritual consciousness and the idea of ​​"blooming heart". Although the Buddhist monk's "Duxin Sutra" mainly practices the primordial spirit, awakening the eighth divine consciousness is not easy. At least half of the Golden Danfo practices in Maha Wuliang Palace, Demon Mountain, and Dongyin Palace have only awakened the seventh divine consciousness.

As for the Linggufu battle group, eleven foundation-building ghost cultivators died at the "Touch of Soul", which shows that there was a ghost cultivator with extremely domineering soul cultivation among the murderers; there was also a clear buttock mark on the ground where the remains of the foundation-building ghost cultivator was located, which was left with a clear buttock mark as carved as a knife. There was no residue on it at all, and it was not caused by magic. Similar buttock marks, and there were several residues. Judging from the size, they were from two women.

As for Ling Gu floating up, his corpse has disappeared, so he doesn't even know how he died. However, judging from the footprints left by the Five Elements Elements and the Yellow Turban Giant Spirit God, there are at least three cultivators who have clashed with him. It can be seen that Ling Gu floating really did his best. There are ashes of grass snakes with elixir fire on the scene, red porcelain kiln pits burned out from the "Silver Ion Divine Light", pig-head-shaped magma pools blown out from the "Tianpeng Treasure Surface", and a straight assault path of "Sacrifice Slash".

The fire craft monks and Buddhist practitioners in front left no trace in this battle, as if they had completely disappeared.

So many messy clues were mixed together, and Jiumopo's head suddenly became three times wide, and he couldn't find any clue at all.

Famous monks generally have their own unique fighting style. Sometimes a monk's tricks are even more famous than himself. If they are monks from sects, this magic feature will be more obvious. As long as their magic leaves a little clue, others can roughly identify the object of suspicion. But the battle traces here are too complicated and weird. They are both ghost cultivators, Buddhist cultivators, fire cultivators, and spells, thunder strikes, and some butt marks of unknown origin. Jiumopo completely numbed his claws, and he didn't even know which direction to doubt.

"Idiot!" A Yuanying Elder who was lying in a big wine jar with only a huge and deformed head and thin arms and legs cursed: "What do you want to bring this traitor's 'soul-spiriting Myanmar Ling'? Can this thing tell us who the real murderer is?"

"Disciples are still searching, and I hope the elders will give us some time." Jiumopo quickly admitted his mistake. She knew very well that as long as the murderer could not be found, as the head of Lanruo Temple, she would inevitably be used by the elders to vent her anger. She said a thousand words and ten thousand, but the loss this time was too heavy. The eight famous cultivation schools in Xiaofozhou, any of the exiled one of the Golden Pills and twelve Foundation-building monks can be called a heavy blow. What's more, Lanruo Temple is still a crane among the eight wealthy sects. There are only 128 foundation-building monks, and there are only nine golden Pills. They have small plates and low capital. Such a large loss can be called a trauma.

Moreover, Ling Gufu's death in battle was not just a golden elixir. He was the most warlike golden elixir thug in Lanruo Temple, and he was also a magic weapon warrior carefully created by all the sects!

His death caused almost the blow to Lanruo Temple, which was almost as bad as the loss of a trump legion in the mortal kingdom.

Jiumopo felt that if he was the one who died in battle this time, the five Supreme Elders would not be as sad and angry as they are now.

"Master, let's stop here, don't waste time." A Nascent Soul Elder sighed. Her earlobes, her hair was like a snail, and her whole body was as bright as a gold-plated Buddha statue. Her sacred and solemn appearance was completely different from a necromancer: "But if you can't find the clue now, it doesn't mean we can never find the clue. Since the murderer took away Ling Gufu's magic weapon "Seven Seven Soldiers War Chess", I don't believe that he can hide it forever!"

"Do we want to report this to 'Bangchui Villa'?" Jiumopo asked timidly.

The Nascent Soul Elder, who was like a female Bodhisattva, hesitated for a moment: "No need, we can't afford to lose this face."

"Elder Ayitula, I suspect that the Buddhist practitioners who once appeared here may be the elder-level monks of the two families of Maha Wuliang Palace and Dongyin Palace. Only they can restrain the escape technique of the golden elixir and kill Senior Brother Ling Gufu in such a short time..."

"Sect Master, your conclusion is too arbitrary. The battle traces here do not match the styles of the elders of the two families." Another Nascent Soul Elder coldly interrupted Jiumopo's words. His lower body was a funnel-shaped black smoke, and his upper body was a muscular man like a temple. His exposed skin was dreamy and dark blue. His bare bald head was tied with a single braid on his head. Every time he said, he added a nervous sentence, "What do you want?" If he was not a familiar disciple, he would not understand what he was saying: "Besides, even if your inference is correct, as long as there is no real evidence, 'Bangchui Villa' will not help us to preside over justice."

Jiumopo suddenly felt angry and went around to greet the disciples of Lanruo Temple, intending to withdraw the team. But at this moment, a foundation-building ghost cultivator broke out from the bottom of the river, and even the splashes on his body were not enough to dry. He hurriedly flew to her side and presented a gray, semicircular chess piece-like object to the head.

Jiumopo recognized at a glance that this was the golden elixir of the ghost clan monks, although only half of them were left.

This golden elixir was obviously cut into two petals, and all the spiritual energy inside was flowing out, and it had weathered into waste residues like ashes and relics. If you don't pay attention, it will easily be ignored as pebbles at the bottom of the river.

"Continue to look for it, there must be another half." The head of Lanruo Temple quickly ordered all the disciples to come over and focus on the bottom of the river, and then happily presented half of the golden elixir to the expectant Nascent Soul Elders, as excited as a puppy who wags his tail and seeks credit.

It’s not that Jiumopo is so happy. The Golden Pill Relic is the true essence crystal of the life of the Jin Pill monk. Although it was cut in half and became a waste, its true essence crystal structure can faithfully reflect the other party’s true essence rhythm on the scars, just like a coal ball rolling through the snow and the fallen red leaves of a virgin.

There are no two identical leaves in the world, including monks or even magic weapons, and the true essence rhythm of magic weapons. As long as you capture the unique true essence rhythm, the murderer will not run away unless he does not appear in front of the monks of Lanruo Temple in the future.

"Ho Shi Nima!" The elder of the wine jar wiped the edge of the golden elixir with his fingers, and stuck out his tongue in shock: "What a sharp slash, the edge of this golden elixir is as sharp as a razor!"

"Is Ling Gufu killed by the sword cultivator of the Diaolong Sword Sect?" A nascent elder dressed in a white-faced scholar took the remains of the golden elixir suspiciously and whispered over and over again. The more I appreciated, the more I became more confused: "Why can I only find the remaining true essence rhythm of Ling Gufu from this half of the golden elixir, but I can't find the true essence rhythm of the murderer? Is my level not enough? Or is the other party too strong?"

"If you can't even feel it, I definitely can't do it either." Elder Ayi Tula, who was like a female Bodhisattva, handed the white-faced scholar to her golden elixir and threw it to the blue-skinned elder Yan male: "But I'm sure that Ling Gufu was definitely not made by the number. Among those sword cultivators, there are indeed people who can use flying swords to split Ling Gufu's golden elixir, but they will definitely not be able to cut such a light and fierce slashing effect."

The blue-skinned smoke elder did not find the murderer's true essence rhythm from the remains of the golden elixir. He was really embarrassed and quickly handed it to the last black charcoal-headed elder with crescent-shaped flesh marks on his eyebrows: "I'm still listening to Lao Bao. He has a trace of blood in the underworld, and maybe he can find something we don't know."

Elder Black Charcoal Head did not disappoint everyone's expectations. He first put half of the golden elixir to his nose and sniffed it, then stuck out his tongue and licked it. His face suddenly became a little strange: "The remaining true essence of the half of the golden elixir I could smell was consistent with the rhythm of Ling Gufu. I did not find the true essence of the murderer, but... I actually found a trace of the residual energy of the innate fetal breathing from the creature on it."

Elder Black Charcoal Head put half of the golden elixir under his nose and sniffed it, nodding with certainty: "That's right, that's it."

The other four Nascent Soul Elders and Jiumopo were stunned. The innate fetal breathing energy is a professional term for the ghost clan monks. It refers to the essence of humans that hold their lives. Human warriors practice muscles, bones, and skin outside and breath inside. This breath is practiced with the innate fetal breathing energy, which constitutes the internal strength of human warriors.

The elders quickly realized that this half-width golden elixir had been hit by humans with internal force!

It should be the whipping of the corpse to vent their anger? They thought naturally.

As for the possibility that human warriors used internal power to cut off the golden elixir of ghost cultivators, they had never even thought about it. Although there was a legend of mortal sword killing monks in the Battle of the Gods in ancient times, the secret vajra sword has been cut off for more than one million years, so how could it suddenly pop out and hit the head of their own?

They still believe that the one that can split the golden elixir must be some special magic or magic weapon, which can ensure that the rhythm of true essence will not be left behind.

"This murderer is so crazy." Elder Jiutanzi sneered: "If he leaves the true essence rhythm, we may not be able to find him for a while, but he leaves the innate fetal breathing energy. How could he be so desperate?"

"Don't the murderer know that our ghost cultivator has a magic of 'Ghost Creatures', which can accurately reshape his last dynamic appearance in the soul world through the innate fetal breathing energy he left on the golden elixir?" Elder Ayi Tula, who was like a female Bodhisattva, became more and more angry the more he thought about it. Since the other party could easily kill Ling Gufu, he was obviously not an ignorant person. Moreover, he had plundered all the spoils, but left the remains of the golden elixir. What a crazy provocation?

"What are you waiting for? Let's join forces now to see who this bastard is." Elder Black Charcoal Head didn't know why this murderer was so brave, but he believed that even if we Lanruo Temple couldn't do anything to you, Bangcui Villa would definitely let you die. Xiao Fozhou Anti-Battle has issued a ban long ago, and no Jindan monk is allowed to enter the territory of other sects.

The five Nascent Soul Elders did it as soon as they said, and the baton seemed to chant the mantra of "Ghost Body Shooting".

The mantras chanted by the monks of the ghost clan are not only without a gloomy tone, but are very pleasant and pleasant. The so-called "Wanhu Xiaoshu Ghosts" sing, and the mantras of the deceased monks are never chanted, but chanted by the soul. This is completely different from the monks of the living creatures.

The five old Nascent Soul monsters sang together, which not only changed the color of the wind and clouds and sobbed the mountains and rivers, but also made a group of disciples from Lanruo Temple fascinated.

The foundation-building monks and the golden elixir monks who were still in the sect tonight rushed to the scene of the murder, but few of them had the honor to listen to the grand scene of five Supreme Elders joining together to chant the spell.

The spell of "Ghost Body Shooting" is only more than 200 songs. The five Nascent Souls joined forces to shorten the time of chanting the spell to an incense stick. As the last tail sound was cut off, half of the golden elixir flowed out - a stream of colorless and invisible innate fetal breathing or internal force breathing, which swirled around and penetrated into the eyebrows of the five Nascent Soul Elders.

In the soul world of the five Nascent Soul Elders, the innate fetal breathing energy grew little by little into a handsome silhouette, and then quickly grew from the silhouette to a miserable green boy with a gradually clear face. His eyes were calm and cruel, holding a divine sword that seemed to be condensed in the moonlight, slashed out with one blow, opening the world!

Even though this is the visualized vajra secret sword, its unreasonable and invincible lethality, which is more than a big bang, still directly affects the soul world of the five Nascent Soul Ghost Cultivators.

The five Nascent Souls did not feel pain. The lightsaber's slash appeared together with the boy's face. They were completely immersed in the youth's beauty, and they didn't even have time to pay attention to the glory of the vajra secret sword.

Jiumopo, the head of Lanruo Temple, led a group of disciples, and were smiling at the five Supreme Elders, but suddenly they found a stunning look on the faces of the five elders. The soul fire suddenly turned into vanish, and the body fell straight from the sky like a weight and fell to the ground.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

When the five corpses fell to the ground, loud noises came one after another.

The last crisp sound was the sound of the soul altar of the soul from the elder of the wine jar. It was not broken, but it broke itself.

The elders' death was too sudden, and their magic weapons could not be spontaneously protected.
Chapter completed!