The Harem Rescue Project

Why did they surround Senior Sister Lin? What happened?

Just as Xiao Lanle was about to move forward, she was held back by that disciple again, "Master Master, you must be careful, Master Ming Wu of Wuji Buddhism passed away, and was crushed to death by Senior Sister Lin."

Master Mingwu is dead?

The chattering voice of the Buddha that she seemed to hear when she was trapped in a magneto vision.

Xiao Lanle took a few steps forward and stepped on a corpse. It was the skeleton of the young man dressed as a knight. There were two tears of blood on the young man's cheeks, bleeding from the seven orifices, and his death was miserable, but he was blind and bleeding from the seven orifices. It's not the same kind of practice.

She knelt down and covered her nose, brushed away the bloody hair of the young man, a horrific blood hole on the scalp left faint traces of floating bamboo, which was the skill of the Flying Bamboo Palm of Wuji Buddhism.

Xiao Lanle understood Lin Qianshuang's intentions in an instant, she was protecting her, thinking and giving for her in her own way.

If her past stories are exposed, she will be cast aside, not only will she lose her position as the head of the Penglai Immortal Sect, but she will also be pointed at and pointed at for the rest of her life, and even locked in a dungeon to atone for her sins.

A wrong step can only be made up for with more lies and mistakes.

The so-called betrayal is nothing but her wishful thinking, suspicion and aggression.

Xiao Lanle appeared beside Lin Qianshuang like a gust of wind. She didn't want her senior sister to be an outright villain. Master Mingwu had sinister intentions, and he deserved his death!

"Stop it! Stop it all for me!"

With Xiao Lan's loud shout, the three masters who trapped Lin Qianshuang and the surrounding crowd all turned their eyes to her.

Yan Feiran, the owner of the Heavenly Demon Spiritual Palace, raised his eyebrows and looked at Xiao Lanle, the sword in his hand was still pressed against Moxiu's shoulder, "What's the business of Master Xiao? The Moxiu and the rest of us managed to trap her Yes, if you protect her and she breaks free again, then we will have wasted our energy for nothing."

Duan Hong, the owner of Yujian Mountain Villa, waved his sleeves and poured a wave of true energy into the natal spirit sword, and said sternly: "I have lived in seclusion in the villa for many years, and I have never seen such a difficult demon cultivator. If Master Xiao doesn't May you help each other, and don’t hinder us from eliminating demons and defending the way.”

Lingxiao Sword Sect Chen Sanxuan swung his fly at Xiao Lanle, and said, "Master Xiao, don't act on your will!"

"Everyone here please listen to Xiao Mou's words!"

Xiao Lanle pointed to the corpse of the young man dressed as a knight, and said: "On that monk's head is the flying bamboo palm technique of Wuji Buddhism, which was killed by people of Wuji Buddhism. To be honest, I am entering the magnetic illusion At that time, she was swayed by a Buddha mantra. All of these were done by Master Mingwu, and Lin Qianshuang may have done something wrong in the death of Master Mingwu, but she did it to save me, please learn from me."

A monk went over to check and said, "There are indeed traces of flying bamboo palms on the head of the corpse."

The Buddhist disciples of Wuji Buddhism immediately looked at each other, and they all whispered in disbelief.

A Buddhist disciple stepped forward, and stuck a fire talisman on the young man's body. Within half a cup of tea, the fire engulfed the corpse and burned it to ashes.

"Amitabha, I hope that the donor will step into reincarnation and reach bliss early."

The monk burned the corpse clean, and said to the crowd: "When I was transforming the corpse, I didn't see the flying bamboo palm technique of my sect. Maybe that monk just misunderstood it."

The monk of the Lingxiao Sword Sect was immediately unhappy when he heard it, and he said stubbornly to his fellow brother: "Senior brother, why is this bald donkey still playing tricks, I clearly saw that the wound on the top of the corpse on the ground was caused by the flying bamboo palm technique."

The senior brother of the same sect quickly covered his mouth, and said: "Speak softly, did the head master not hear you? Wuji Buddhism has always been known as the purest holy place for cultivation in the cultivation world, even if Master Mingwu really did it, it would be disgraceful The entire cultivation world will not recognize the matter, and the Wuji Buddhist Sect represents the face of cultivating the true way, if this matter is spread, it will have an impact on the Taoism of all sects, and it will only cause trouble."

The monk rolled his eyes, hugged his sword and said, "Fortunately, I'm staying at Lingxiao Sword Sect. Here at least there is a sensible brother who can talk to me."

The senior brother from the same sect smiled lightly and said nothing, "They can deceive themselves and others, but others can see. What the master of the alliance of the five sects really needs is someone like Xiao Lanle who can distinguish right from wrong."

"What do you mean? Just listen to this monk's side story?"

Xiao Lanle watched the monk from Wuji Buddhism finish burning the evidence of the corpse, strolled back to the crowd without incident, his sharp eyes seemed to turn into sharp knives and pierce the bald donkey's heart.

The heads of the three sects ignored Xiao Lanle, they had gradually realized that Moxiu, who was still trapped in their formation just now, had already rushed out of the siege by relying on the tyrannical devil energy.

Clang...clang...clang....

The trembling sound of the ancient clock could be heard far away in the tower of Tianshu City, which disturbed the sparrows that were parked on the wooden pole and fled away one after another.

The bell rang exactly three times, no more and no less.

Lin Qianshuang's crimson eyes gradually faded until the bottom of the eyes returned to light blue.

She regained her senses and involuntarily raised her head to look at the sky, and instead of continuing to fight with the group of people, she called out the Qianyu Sword and walked towards the place where Du Shuang had agreed with Fuyao Pagoda.

Lin Qianshuang felt as if a big hole had been broken in her dantian, and her steady stream of energy was exhausted. As she expected, it would not take long for her magic energy to dissipate completely, and she would become a A useless person may even fall into a coma.

The Tianshu City Lord will have the same reaction as her at this moment, and must have arranged for someone to pick her up nearby, as long as she can persist until that moment.

Lin Qianshuang gritted her teeth and covered the wound on her abdomen. She couldn't say for sure, she had to persevere, otherwise, once she was caught by those righteous monks, the consequences would be disastrous.

"Senior sister, where are you going?"

Xiao Lanle watched Lin Qianshuang pass by with the sword, and wanted to hold her back, but there was a deep mark on the back of her hand.

Her bird eyes dimmed slightly, and the senior sister didn't even look at her, as if she didn't exist.

The place where Fuyao Pagoda was built is between the Three Realms, and it was a battleground for military strategists in ancient times.

Vultures are wandering in the gray, yellow and purple vast sky, the bones are slightly exposed when the sand and dust are flying all over the wild graves, and the half-broken battle flags are faintly fluttering in the wind.

This is the highest point of Execution Demon Peak, Lingyun Cliff.