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In the Yuandaozhou, some unknown space.

A monk in black just woke up from retreat.

He habitually pinched a trick.

A golden ginkgo tree suddenly appeared in front of him.

The monk in black held a whisk and waved it gently.

I saw that the ginkgo tree, which seemed to have frozen on it, suddenly began to change.

The tree body swayed, and there were five golden leaves, which were swaying and falling.

The monk in black showed joy: "Why did you just shut up and die in five gods?"

The magic formula suddenly changed.

A second tree that was exactly the same suddenly appeared next to the golden ginkgo.

It just emits a soft silver light throughout.

The whisk swung by.

Twenty-three silver leaves slowly floated down.

The monk in black was even more overjoyed.

After counting, I already knew the reason.

"It turned out that there was an internal strife, it was a surprise."

"Strange, whose work is this? I can't calculate it?"

"Hmph, don't care. Anyway, the more you die, the better."

"Originally, I borrowed the death of Lan Yu and used a blue box trick to greatly reduce the number of monks."

"Now that's the next time I'm here, it seems that I'm going to exceed the task this time."

The monk in black was inexplicably surprised and murmured to himself.

"This Yuandaozhou has been peaceful for a long time, and there are too many monks. It should have been trimmed hard, and it is all protected by the old man in Lanyu..."

"Hmph, now you're dead, but you can't show off again."

Blue ginkgo appeared, and more leaves fell this time.

The monk in black suddenly became furious and said, "The Heavenly Lord's explanation was finally stable."

Then, he habitually summoned the last green ginkgo.

In the shocked gaze of the monk in black, the green ginkgo grew in the wind.

The effort of breathing is a whole circle larger than before.

Full of vitality and swaying.

The monk in black stood up in shock and said in dismay: "How could this be?"

"The number of foundation-building monks has tripled in ten years?"

Cold sweat dripped from his forehead, and the monk in black quickly calculated.

"What a good person who crosses the Mingyue Palace..."

After a long time, the monk in black gritted his teeth and said with regret.

"There are also a bunch of imitators..."

"You all have to die!"

boom!

The four-colored ginkgo in front of him turned into ashes.
Chapter completed!