chapter 5 Bad luck

The moment the roaring voice came out, a dark object smashed the window sill very quickly. It turned out to be a square black seal. The force of thunder was branded on the forehead of the "Spider", smashing the The huge monster threw its head back and hissed in pain. The slender spider legs on both sides of the bed and window sill trembled, and then stopped. Then the second small black mark followed the previous shadow and hit it hard.

"Path Ancestry disciples obey the order - kill this monster!"

The billowing black smoke hissed from the spider's forehead. The pale Spider Demon, with its eight dark pupils, no longer stared at Yves Nixon under him, but slowly turned and moved outside the temple, standing unsteadily in the strong wind. A few wearing gray shirts.

The already overwhelmed window paper roared several times and was shattered in the howling wind. Everything in the temple trembled, no matter how big or small, except for the towering and motionless Bodhisattva statue, they all jumped up slightly and then fell down.

The strong wind suddenly stopped outside the temple.

In the open space outside the temple, there are seven young Taoists standing. They are all gray and white, with roots on the soles of their feet. Their big sleeves move freely in the wind, as if they are stepping on the clouds and mist. Their expressions are calm, and they look towering like gods.

The leader's face was particularly calm. He looked at the looming giant spider shadow in the temple and disapproved of it. He put two fingers of his right hand together in front of his chest. Without looking back, he whispered to the people behind him: "While that sword cultivator from Eldermist Peak hasn't arrived yet, Come, take it away, disembowel it, the century-old Sunlit Bead in its belly...maybe it can give our Path Ancestry another genius who is expected to be promoted to the eighth realm."

The six young Taoist priests behind him also raised their right hands, but they were not Taoist enough to control the "square inch seal" with two fingers. The stars were shining, and six seals, neither big nor small, hung above their heads, circling in an array.

"Damon Lowe Brother Daoyan, it had a fight with the people of Heavenly Palace, how come it doesn't seem to be injured at all?" Someone stared at the towering shadow in the temple, with an uncertain look on his face.

The leader, Damon Lowe, had yin and yang energy flowing out of his sleeves. He was gathering momentum for a few breaths. His aura was obviously different from the six people behind him. He narrowed his eyes. The top of his head was not the shadow of the "seal", but a blur. In the shadows, the sound of bells came from the Taoist robes, which was clear and sweet.

He said softly: "Elder brother is in seclusion in Purple Sun Palace. He gave me the ' three pure bells'. The six of you will form an array to hold back this monster. I will sacrifice the three pure bells, shake its soul away, and take the beads." Walk."

"The fact that Heavenly Palace has confiscated this demon shows that it is not simple. Let's wait for it to take action first, and the fight must be clean and tidy. We cannot stay here for a long time."Damon Lowe said with a solemn expression: "The remaining holy mountains, including Heavenly Palace and Underworld, are very important. We will find it soon. Senior Brother is not here. Although this is Pendora, if we are detained, then... we will really be detained."

Someone behind him gritted his teeth and said, "What if that man from Eldermist Peak arrives? I heard that he has had some problems recently..."

"He has some problems? Eastern Land and Suillian have been chasing him for so long, and several potential sage have died. Is he still fine?"Damon Lowe Yan sneered: "What else can we do if he comes? Can't you go up and fight him? If he finds this place, not only Path Ancestry will bow his head, but all the holy Underworld of Heavenly Palace and Underworld will bow their heads. It's just a hundred-year-old Sunlit Bead. If you don't want to give it up, you have to give it up, even if it's a thousand-year-old Sunlit Bead pearl. Pearl, do those saints dare to snatch it from him?"

During the conversation, the huge spider shadow in the temple slowly rose.

Yves Nixon protected Fanny Braddell, her eyes widened and her breathing quickened. She looked at the giant Spider Demon, slowly raised its slender spider spear tentacles, and stepped back heavily.

Waves of green smoke filled the temple. It was not the fragrance in front of the Bodhisattva's shrine, but the square seal that Damon Lowe had branded on its forehead. The two seals were one behind the other, carrying the sacred breath of stars, burning flesh and blood. .

Yves Nixon smelled the smell of corpse.

He looked at the huge shadow that shrouded in front of him, trembled slightly, and sneered like a young woman, then burst out with a chuckle.

The entire wall of the church was blown apart. Yves Nixon stood up and ran wildly with Fanny Braddell in his arms. He was hit by a huge piece of gravel. Half of his arm blocked him, and his flesh and blood were bruised. Then he flew out, still protecting him with all his strength. Following Fanny Braddell, he finally hit a "wooden pile" and stopped his retreat.

Yves Nixon leaned on a wooden stake, holding Fanny Braddell in her arms. Half of the girl's cheek was scratched, and the blood was flowing. Her beautiful face was scarlet, her eyes were shining with tears, and she gritted her teeth and did not cry.

The entire church collapsed after living there for ten years.

A cloud of smoke.

Yves Nixon rubbed Fanny Braddell's head and murmured softly: "Don't worry, don't worry, the Path Ancestry Sect practitioners are here, we will be fine, we will be fine..."

The wooden stake behind him said in a faint voice: "It would be a big joke if a few small characters from the Path Ancestry really bring down this Snow Demon who is rarely mentioned in the eighth realm."

Yves Nixon pupils shrank, he hugged Fanny Braddell, raised his head, and saw a corner of the white robe fluttering in front of his eyes.

The practitioner in a white robe had a dull expression on his face. He lowered his head and looked at the people with his eyes, and said dullly: "Several holy mountains have warnings. There are several forbidden places in Pendora. You can't go there unless you break through the ten realms." , the underground tomb in Valethorn is one of them, and it is said that in that underground tomb... there lives a certain great man."

He sniffed the tip of his nose gently and said with a playful smile: "You have the aura of that tomb on you. It is true that the ignorant are fearless and bold... You are probably the one who released the Snow Demon."

Yves Nixon only felt that it was difficult to breathe. When the white robe appeared in his sight, his whole body felt as if he was stuck in a quagmire. He could not move at all. It was difficult to even move a finger.

The fluttering white robe was still stained with blood.

Mottled impressions appeared in my mind.

Heavy snowfall in Pendora ten years ago.

The corpse he saw while running with Fanny Braddell on his back.

All kinds of colors, a group of miserable elephants, monks, wearing black clothes and hanging white clothes.

There are monks from thunder monastery.

There are also those in white robes who are practitioners of the Heavenly Palace.

Heavenly Palace......

Heavenly Palace......

Those who rode into the city on horseback from Valethorn were dressed in white robes like this.

Wearing a large white robe, the several people behind him were all silent and solemn, standing in the night.

The seals of Path Ancestry disciples in the distance trembled, and smoke and dust flew everywhere.

All the sounds gradually faded away in Yves Nixon's ears.

It has nothing to do with him anymore.

The cultivator from the Heavenly Palace slowly knelt down and smiled softly: "If I guess correctly, the Snow Demon's Sunlit Bead is on your body, right?"

Yves Nixon hugged Fanny Braddell, who gradually calmed down and said calmly: "It's on me."

The Heavenly Palace cultivator narrowed his eyes and heard the latter speak in a calm tone.

"If you want it, just exchange it with silver."

Someone behind him laughed.

He didn't smile, but looked at the boy in front of him.

The young man looked at him calmly.

Yves Nixon had turned her back at this moment, facing the man in white robe, with most of her body protecting Fanny Braddell, and quietly touching the bone flute with one hand.

Yves Nixon took a deep breath and said seriously: "One thousand taels."

The Heavenly Palace cultivator suppressed his smile and said in a very soft voice: "One thousand taels, you underestimate its value too much."

Yves Nixon stretched out two fingers and said calmly: "Then two thousand taels."

The Heavenly Palace cultivator said softly: "If I have money, I can give you ten thousand taels."

Yves Nixon felt a heavy pressure between his eyebrows.

"It's a pity that I don't have any money, and I won't give you any money."

He put his middle and index fingers together and slowly pressed them between Yves Nixon's eyebrows, his tone becoming more and more indifferent.

"How dare you, a mortal ant, bargain with me?"

The Sunlit Bead in the secular world refers to the Yang Pearl that has been cultivated for several years and decades. The Yang Qi is strong, and a mortal can increase his Yang life by carrying it with him.

In the world of spiritual practice, the Sunlit Bead is a rare treasure that can be encountered but not sought.

It takes at least a hundred years to be conceived, so the demon beads that can enter the Dharma Eyes of the Holy Mountain must be at least a hundred years old.

The corners of the white-robed cultivator's lips curled up slightly. He was seriously injured. Last night, the Heavenly Palace group struggled with the Snow Demon to no avail. The big demon had been practicing for at least five hundred years, and the condensed sun beads could help him break through a big snow demon. realm.

The demon race devours the stars just like the human race, but there are only a very small number of people who are willing to condense the Yang Pearl to practice.

Even in the northern Upside Down Sea and the monsters are fighting on the battlefield, it is rare to find monsters that condense this kind of orb.

The strong sense of oppression is getting stronger and stronger.

Getting closer.

Yves Nixon stared at that finger with wide eyes.

Finally...inevitably, it touched the center of my eyebrows.

It was only felt for a moment.

The leading practitioner from Heavenly Palace was startled at first: "Where is the Sunlit Bead?"

Yves Nixon smiled and said in a hoarse voice: "Guess."

That handsome face was filled with rage in an instant, and he roared every word: "How dare you crush such a precious Sunlit Bead!"

The young man in a white robe suddenly stood up, his eyes almost bursting with fire.

The Heavenly Palace men and horses he led ran all night long and braved the taboo to go to the cemetery. They fought with the Snow Demon and were seriously injured. They were always on guard against sneak attacks from the major holy mountains.

Little Que Master and others didn't have time to arrive.

If I get the "Sunlit Bead" now, crush it directly, break through the realm, swallow this fortune, and get the attention of the masters of the Heavenly Palace, it is very likely that I will eventually become the most important among the younger generation of the Suillian Dynasty. A dazzling group of people.

Success is a failure.

The star list in the future, the bright future in the future, Nirvana and immortality...

All gone.

"ah--"

His mind was trembling, he spat out a mouthful of blood, and roared to the sky. The roar stirred the wind and clouds, and the next moment, a black shadow shot from the distance and hit his white robe.

Yves Nixon looked at the huge spider shadow, smashing into the white robe, knocking over several people one after another, and the densely packed claws biting the person's head, making a sad chewing sound.

He looked back.

In the open space in front of the temple, smoke and dust were scattered. None of the Path Ancestry Sect practitioners stood up. Their limbs were scattered. Even Dao Damon Lowe, who was obviously better in Dao practice, had no breath.

The three pure bells was held in Damon Lowe hand and rolled with a tinkling sound. The broken arm that had been cut at the shoulder level rolled on the ground, and finally rolled in front of Yves Nixon.

From the group of people in the Heavenly Palace, extremely violent shouts came from the crowd.

While the leader was trembling, he was killed by the Snow Demon. The rest of the men and horses only took a few breaths and lost their voices.

Yves Nixon opened the five fingers holding the "three pure bells", picked up the bell, and stood up unsteadily.

He stared at the Snow Demon in front of him who slowly turned its head and stared at him with eight dark pupils. In its mouthparts, it slowly chewed the head of the Heavenly Palace cultivator, and scarlet blood gurgled down the gaps between its teeth.

"These practitioners...are all dead."

The young man raised his arm and wiped his mouth. His face was miserable, and blood gathered from his forearm, dripping onto the ground.

Someone behind him gently tugged on a corner of his clothes.

Yves Nixon did not look back at the girl's face, but said softly: "Don't be afraid, brother is here."

The young man smiled decisively.

He squeezed the bone flute with his left hand, picked up the three pure bells with his right hand, raised his head, and stared angrily.

"come!"