It's night.

The roaring sound in the sky woke up Bei Luoshan.

Under the dim light of the moon, the clan-protecting formation shimmered slightly.

Tu Shanjun turned around and walked in. When he walked to the door, the doors and windows had already been shattered by the magic power of the foundation-building monks, and the moonlight shrouded a figure lying on the ground.

Trembling.

Unstable mana fluctuations.

The lush locust trees are covered with a layer of silver gauze, and scattered light spots fall on the small courtyard with bluestone slabs.

The courtyard is no longer as tidy as it once was.

Although it still looked orderly, it was cast into gloom.

Small weeds emerged from the gaps in the floor tiles, breaking the originally intact bluestone slabs.

It's like a seriously ill patient passing away.

Cover the face with the final white cloth.

Tushanjun raised his head, the bright moonlight was filled with coldness and silence.

His footsteps paused slightly, and he looked at the two people in front of the desk through the light.

The vitality is gone, leaving only an empty body.

Tushanjun's lips moved slightly, but he didn't say anything.

Is it ‘to express my condolences’ or ‘to take care’?

It doesn't seem to be so timely.

…

Russia.

Noisy.

The chaotic footsteps after the howling.

The entrance of the small courtyard was crowded with monks.

The shadow flame of the torch swayed, reflecting the monk's expression.

Either surprised, or at a loss...

There were so few clan elders who knew about it that most clan members had no idea what was going on.

It wasn't until he arrived in front of the small courtyard and saw the monk wrapped in a black robe like a little sun that he understood the seriousness of the matter. Those with insufficient cultivation were immediately blocked from the outside and could not get close.

It's a pity that people just can't change their mind about watching the excitement.

Even if he is facing the Golden elixir monks, this is the hinterland of the Ding family in Beiluoshan. There are Jin elixir ancestors and more than ten elders of the Foundation Establishment clan, so he will not be too worried or afraid.

"what happened?"

"I don't know, but wasn't this courtyard closed two years ago and no clan members are allowed to approach it?"

"It seems like we haven't seen him since then..." The pupils of the whispering tribesmen narrowed and they almost blurted out Father Ding's name.

The tribesmen around him quickly stopped him: "Be careful what you say!"

It turned out that the clan elder's eyes had followed the sound and he was staring at them sternly.

"The ancestor is here."

When the sound was heard, all the tribesmen gave way to a narrow road.

The ancestor of the Ding family walked into the small courtyard and waved his magic power into a light shield to keep everyone out.

"The clan elder stays, everyone else should go back." A faint voice fell into the ears of the clan members.

Elders of various clans also began to drive people away.

After a while, only the clan elders who had established their foundations were left in front of the courtyard.

Even without the moonlight, the aura of the Golden elixir monk is like a rotating and blooming spark of light.

Old Ancestor Ding walked under the big locust tree, only a few steps away from the threshold. He looked at the rickety figure crouching in front of the desk and said softly: "Child..."

bass!

The mana ripples vibrated, and a figure rushed in front of Old Ancestor Ding and grabbed him by the collar.

The moment he raised his fist, Old Ancestor Ding was knocked against the barrier of mana.

"Why?"

"You said that as long as you are here, nothing will happen to them."

"You said it!"

Ancestor Ding was unprepared, and even the magic power around him had been withdrawn long ago. Due to the obstruction of the ripples, the clan elders blocking the door could not hear what they said, and could only see the sudden burst of light and the flash of light.

figure.

Seeing that Old Ancestor Ding was grabbed by the collar by Ding Xie, he was knocked against the magic barrier.

The elders from other clans in the courtyard exclaimed ‘ancestor’ one after another.

Just about to burst out with magic power.

Tu Shanjun's face became colder and colder, and when he raised his eyebrows, his spiritual thoughts immediately expanded, completely locking the eleven people.

The great power of the golden elixir monk immediately stops all those who act rashly.

The ancestor of the Ding family raised his hand and motioned for all the clan elders to retreat.

His expression palpitated, and finally he sighed quietly, with deep regret.

He reached out and took off the miter on his head. His hair, which should have been neatly tied up, immediately fell down. The ancestor of the Ding family handed over the miter and hairpin: "I broke my promise."

This is undoubtedly a great gift.

Especially acting as an elder.

If an ordinary family encountered such a thing, they wouldn't even ask a question.

Even if there are complaints, the family's interests will always be higher than the individual's, and there will never be a scene where the ancestor personally apologizes.

Still such a great gift.

What greeted him was a pair of red eyes, bloodshot.

It doesn't matter what your face looks like, the blood and tears become turbid and become a single drop.

"What I want to hear is not an apology!"

"Why, why did they die."

"When I leave..."

A trace of black energy grew and climbed onto Ding Xie's face

Tu Shanjun's eyes flashed with divine light, and he secretly said: "No, it's actually a demonic statue!"

If the five yin miasma and the six thieves rebel and the Yin Shen is eroded, they will lose their minds and become demons, becoming the devil of cholera in the world, and will even provoke a crusade from monks all over the world.

The ancestor of the Ding family obviously realized it too.

Turning his hand, a purple light talisman fell into the hands of the ancestor of the Ding family.

He promised Ding Xie's parents with the oath of heaven that he would rescue Ding Xie if he saw him acting possessed. The purple talisman in his hand was used as one of the means to suppress the bottom of the box, which was enough to help Ding Xie calm down.

About to take action.

Only a little golden light shrouded it.

Ding Xie suddenly felt that there was an old ape with closed eyes before his eyes, and all the black energy around him had evaporated.

The clenched white fingers gradually loosened.

Tu Shanjun walked to Ding Xie's side, and his consciousness was firmly locked on the ancestor of the Ding family.

With the fake elixir's state of mind, it is impossible for him to fall into the devil so easily. Even if he allows distracting thoughts to breed, he will just use some means.

The black steaming scene just now seemed weird.

However, the true meaning of Demon Ape's Dingyi Fist is enough to destroy and suppress it.

This true meaning in itself is powerful enough, and Tushanjun has advanced to the realm of golden elixir, and he can pull back even those at the same level who are about to become possessed.

Now is not the time to delve into it.

If he wants to fight, even Ding Xie will show mercy.

He Tushanjun will not be merciful.

If you want to be an enemy, kill them all and leave no one alive.

As long as Ding Xie opens his mouth, he will be slaughtered tonight.
To be continued...