At the beginning, the little prince Beili and his mother were crazy about each other.

The two of them were so confused that they had to wait for the next moment.

"Close your eyes! You can't look into his eyes!"

Just as Xiao Se was sinking, a deep voice sounded, and Xiao Se felt a flash of Buddha's light in his heart, and the mirage-like illusion faded away.

When he opened his eyes again, the anger in his heart gradually subsided.

A figure swept in front of Xiao Se and tapped the white-robed monk a few times.

Then the white-robed monk slowly closed his eyes and fell into Xiao Se's arms.

"Amitabha!" Wu Chan chanted the Buddha's name softly.

Afterwards, he explained to everyone and informed Tang Lian and his group of people about the golden coffin incident.

The White-haired Immortal used his sword to force Yue Ji Ming Hou back, and the Purple-robed Marquis stood shoulder to shoulder with him.

Facing Yue Ji Ming Hou wearing a black and white mask, the Purple-robed Marquis said coldly: "White-haired, what's wrong with you? If you don't take the young master back while the young man is seriously injured, it will be difficult to take action again if he recovers."

However, facing the urging of the Purple-robed Marquis, the White-haired Immortal seemed very hesitant.

To bully the few with the many and take advantage of the danger of others is not in line with Tianwai Tian, ​​and it is even more inconsistent with his behavior.

If he swings the sword again, he is afraid of losing his sword heart, so he hesitated.

"Let's evacuate temporarily!" The White-haired Immortal said this with difficulty.

The Purple-robed Marquis frowned suddenly, punched him hard in the chest, and said angrily: "White-haired! Don't you know what the situation is outside the domain now?"

The White-haired Immortal knew that he was in the wrong, and he shook his head: "I haven't forgotten..."

Seeing his lost look, the Purple-robed Marquis was angry.

"I swear on the jade sword in my hand that I will take the young master back, but not now." The white-haired immortal stared at the white-robed monk.

Then, he looked at Xiao Ruolin lying on the ground, and said with some guilt: "Zi Yi, you may not understand, the death of such a genius, what does it mean to us who use swords..."

Seeing his extremely familiar look, Zi Yi Hou was speechless for a moment.

Judging from his performance just now, the white-clothed boy is indeed amazing, but the masked man pierced his chest with a sword, I am afraid that even the gods can hardly save him.

Such an amazing young man is indeed a pity.

"But this is none of our business!" Zi Yi Hou said in a deep voice.

The white-haired immortal slowly turned around and looked at him calmly: "Zi Yi, is it really as you said, none of our business?"

"This..." Zi Yi Hou was speechless for a moment.

Although there is no direct cause and effect relationship between all these, in fact, the disaster suffered by the young man is also related to Tianwaitian.

Such a gifted young man, the hidden forces behind him must not be weaker than Tianwaitian.

Therefore, Tianwaitian is likely to be implicated.

Now, the situation outside the domain is chaotic. If Tianwaitian wants to suppress the forces outside the domain, it will definitely not be a wise choice to establish a strong enemy.

Unexpectedly, Baifa could think of this, and Ziyi Hou couldn't help but be a little surprised.

However, all his conjectures were completely contrary to Baifaxian.

Then, after the two looked deeply at the white-robed monk, they jumped and disappeared on the spot.

Only Yueji Minghou, who was confused, was left. The two looked at each other, then nodded and rushed towards Xiao Ruolin.

Wu Chan pulled open Xiao Ruolin's collar, looked at the gaping hole, and couldn't help but sighed: "This sword pierced his heart, I'm afraid..."

"Brother Ruolin was suppressing the opponent throughout the fight, why is he so restrained?" Lei Wujie was anxious.

Tian Nurui couldn't bear it: "Such a handsome young man, just like this..."

Xiao Se stood aside in silence, his face was extremely gloomy.

If his brother really got into trouble, the man in black robe and the weird man wearing a mask.

No matter where they are, he, Xiao Se, will find them.

Grind them to ashes!

Yue Ji and Ming Hou pushed the crowd away, Lei Wujie was about to stop them, but was shocked by the eyes of the two.

Only Tang Lian, when he saw the tokens hanging on their waists, asked Lei Wujie to get out of the way.

"Big Brother!" Lei Wujie shouted anxiously.

Tang Lian shook her head and explained, "They are from the Soul Binding Pavilion and will not harm this young man."

Soul Binding Pavilion? !

Everyone was shocked when they heard these three words.

As a newly emerged organization, the three words Soul Binding Pavilion are well known in the martial arts world.

Because this force is infinitely close to the Dark River.

As Lei Wujie, who never goes out and stays in Leimen to practice all day, has heard some rumors about the Soul Binding Pavilion, but he is not sure about it.

The pavilion was completely clueless.

"If I remember correctly, the Soul Binding Pavilion is a killer organization?" Xiao Se frowned, and his body could not help but stand in front of the two.

"What! Killer organization!" Lei Wujie exclaimed.

Then he used the fire burning technique and pointed his fist at the two.

Tang Lian was stunned for a moment, and looked at Xiao Se with a puzzled look: "Xiao Se, don't you know?"

Xiao Se was confused by Tang Lian's inexplicable question.

Seeing that he really didn't pretend, Tang Lian told him Xiao Ruolin's hidden identity.

When he heard that his brother had been through the Ascension Pavilion and had another identity behind the scenes, he was stunned.

Ruolin was originally a young boy who was not competitive and pure like a child. Why did he have so many secrets?

Suddenly, Xiao Se remembered the first time the two brothers were in the Snowfall Villa.

"Royal brother, let's go home."

He still didn't understand this sentence, and only now did he know the true meaning of this sentence.

How much did Ruolin worry about for his brother?

Xiao Se's nose suddenly felt sore, and tears welled up in his eyes.

Xiao Chuhe, ah Xiao Chuhe!

Yue Ji and Ming Hou squatted down and checked Xiao Ruolin's injuries.

Yue Ji shook her head at Ming Hou, with a hint of sadness in her eyes.

Instantly, a terrifying murderous aura emanated from Ming Hou's body.

Everyone was alert and guarded against him.

Tang Lian narrowed her eyes slightly. Why did she feel that these two people were a little familiar?

Suddenly, Wu Chan raised his head and said in a daze: "Maybe... my junior brother has a way!"

Everyone quickly focused their attention on him. Facing everyone's gaze, Wu Chan explained: "Junior brother inherited the master's mantle and learned all the martial arts of Luosha Hall. Maybe he has a way."

"Buddhism emphasizes self-cultivation and the six supernatural powers of Buddhism. I don't doubt what the master said, but that monk is a weird guy. Is he really reliable?" Xiao Se hesitated.

"It doesn't hurt to try. I believe that junior brother should not do anything reckless." Wu Chan said with some uncertainty.

So, everyone focused their attention on the white-robed monk lying in the coffin.

Wu Chan walked forward and untied the acupuncture points of the white-robed monk.

Then the white-robed monk opened his eyes and looked at Xiao Se and Lei Wujie with a smile on his face.

Lei Wujie couldn't help shrinking his body, swallowing his saliva and saying: "Xiao Se is right, what a wicked monk, why is he looking at me, he doesn't have any homosexuality, right?"

Then, Wuchan lowered his head and whispered something to the white-robed monk.

After hearing Wuchan's words, the smile on the white-robed monk's face gradually faded, and he looked at the boy in Minghou's arms.

A touch of purple light appeared in his eyes, but suddenly, the white-robed monk seemed to have suffered a backlash.

The purple light in his eyes faded, and he suddenly closed his eyes.

"Junior brother?" Wuchan exclaimed.