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The young monk doesn’t believe this evil!

Jiumozhi was not a brainless person. He secretly squatted on the only way to go down the mountain from Guangmingding. He watched Yang Xiao, Wei Yixiao, Wu Sanren and others all go down the mountain to meet the enemy. He also confirmed that the White-browed Eagle King was leading the way. After the Sky Eagle Sect was already fighting with the six major sects at the foot of the mountain, they set off!

All the famous master-level experts in Mingjiao have come down the mountain. I want to see if any of you can suddenly jump out and beat me up this time!

And it’s not like he was bragging. Among the few people in the Ming Cult, except for Yang Xiao who had to be wary of the Great Shift of the Universe, if they met other people, it was really hard to tell who would beat whom!

Following the instructions on the map, Jiumozhi found the entrance to the secret passage.

At this time, he also understood why Ling Feng would rather agree to Zhao Min's conditions in exchange for such a map.

This secret road extends in all directions, with several forks at every section. If you don’t have a map, you will really have to find it in the year of the monkey and the month of the horse!

And with a map, you can easily find the secret room where the Great Shift of the Universe exists among the hundreds of secret passages!

Isn’t the task given by Donor Ling a little too easy this time?

It seems that the young monk still has some ability. This great shift of the universe was achieved easily...?

After finding the mechanism and opening the door to the secret room, the little joy in Jiumozhi's heart disappeared instantly.

According to Benefactor Ling's speculation, shouldn't there be only a skeleton and the Great Shift of the Universe carved on the stone wall?

So what's going on with this living person standing at the door staring blankly at the young monk?

"Who are you, and why do you trespass on the secret passage of my Ming Cult?"

The man looked like a withered bone, but after all he was still alive. His voice was as hoarse as a demon from hell.

Jiumozhi's face was filled with horror for a moment.

"The young monk, Jiumozhi, comes from Tubo. This time he broke in because he was entrusted by someone to get a secret book."

He couldn't figure out the depth of this person, but what did Almsgiver Ling say?

The most important thing in interactions between people is sincerity.

The young monk has told you his purpose honestly, but you can't do anything anymore. Haha.

As soon as this thought came up, Jiumozhi felt a pain in his nose, and his face was stained with nosebleeds.

"You don’t follow martial ethics!"

"Even though the young monk has answered all your questions and you still want to take action, then don’t blame the young monk for being rude!"

The strength is not very strong. The young monk has a chance to fight!

From this punch, Jiumozhi came to this conclusion.

I saw that his hands were palms, and a hot breath quickly appeared on the palms.

This is the bottom of his pressure box, and also The best martial arts.

The flame knife!

He waved his two palms at the same time, and combined his inner strength to pull out a fierce sword energy. The sword energy dragged out a flame tail to illuminate the entire secret room!

With this light, Jiumo Zhi saw the withered bones in the secret room.

Everything was just as Donor Ling said. The only change was that there was such a ghost-like person!

It didn't matter, as long as the monk... the flame tail only illuminated for a moment. It was extinguished because the man who looked like a withered bone held the sword energy in his hand, and crushed it directly with a strong hand.

The sword energy was crushed?

Why did the little monk have so many encounters since he stepped into the Central Plains Wulin ? What monsters!

This old monster jumped out of nowhere, and he was able to use his body to defeat his strongest means in such a simple and crude way!

Is this really a human being!?

"Young monk, you are good at martial arts, but it is a pity that your level is a little low. It is somewhat wishful thinking to seek the supreme martial arts of our Ming Cult."

Jiumozhi trembled when he heard the man's hoarse voice.

This person is from the Ming Cult!

If he remembers correctly, the only one in the Ming Cult who can set foot on this secret path is the leader!

The leader of the Ming Cult, Yang Dingtian!?

"Are you a human or a ghost? Isn’t Yang Dingtian dead? ?"

In shock, Jiumozhi couldn't help but asked.

"Yang Dingtian is dead? Who told you? You shouldn't be naive enough to think that the withered bones are me, right?"

"I did almost go crazy back then, but with Cheng Kun's meager tricks, why do you think he could kill me? Just with that ridiculous phantom finger?"

Yang Dingtian sneered and raised his hand. Through the candlelight in the secret passage, Jiumozhi could see clearly the protective Qi covering his body.

Yes, Cheng Kun back then had not even reached the first level of Xiantian. How can a person in the innate realm use any means to hurt a martial arts master protected by true energy?

Even if he is in a possessed state, even if he is in a crazy state, Cheng Kun should not be able to kill Yang Dingtian!

But none of that matters now. What matters is that he seems to be beaten again.

"Donor Yang, can the young monk discuss something with you?"

Jiu Mozhi wiped away the nosebleed and said seriously.

"Let’s talk about it, I’ll think about it."

Yang Dingtian's half-smiling expression became even more eye-catching under the candlelight.

"Don't slap me in the face, okay?"

This is probably Jiumozhi's only obsession. We are all Jianghu people, so can't we follow the principle of not slapping others in the face?

What a pity.……

"no."

Before he finished speaking, Jiumozhi felt a pain in his nose again, and the face he had just wiped suddenly turned into a cat with a painted face.

Jiumozhi felt a sense of aggrievedness in his heart. You people are too ungrateful.

You can't beat him. The young monk admitted that he was going to be beaten.

He also wanted to be slapped in the face. Where did he learn this weird habit?

After three punches and two kicks, Jiumozhi returned to the state of bruised nose and swollen face.

Looking at this state, he looked aggrieved. The Imperial Master, Yang Dingtian couldn’t help but stop his movements.

"You, the monk, are quite interesting, but you don’t even resist?"

Jiumozhi's eyes were filled with sorrow and anger.

"The young monk wants to resist. Have you ever given the young monk a chance?"

Isn't he just a great master!

What's the point of relying on your true energy to crush him? If you have the ability to fight fair, it will be over if you see if the little monk beats you up!

"Interesting, interesting, what you said is interesting. I won’t kill you today, but the mouse following you has been watching the show for so long. Isn’t it time for him to show his face?"

Yang Dingtian smiled for a moment, then pushed Jiumozhi aside and looked into the depths of the secret passage.

"You really deserve to be the leader of the Ming Cult. Are you aware of my existence?"

Ling Feng's figure walked out of the darkness

"But you beat my thug into this horrible state, shouldn't you give me an explanation?"

Jiu Mozhi was about to cry.

Donor Ling, why did you come here!

The young monk was beaten so badly!