Chapter 1,360 Time Is Running Out

Outside Cave No. 8, as usual, weeds drooped in the wind.

Inside the cave.

Shen Tong's bright eyes were still wide open, his mind was blank, and his expression became extremely strange.

Since five months ago, people have been coming to challenge Zhuo Bufan. From the early stage of foundation building to the late stage of foundation building, from the monks in Cave No. 45 to the monks in Cave No. 15, the strength of the monks who came to challenge gradually increased.

However, no matter who it was, they were all defeated in Zhuo Bufan's hands.

Including the cultivator in the early stage of Xiantian just now, he was killed instantly by Zhuo Bufan.

"Is this guy's strength really at the foundation-building stage?" Shen Tong stood aside, looking at Zhuo Bufan without blinking.

"Second Young Master, this guy has quite a lot of stuff in his space. He actually has five hundred top-quality spiritual stones." Zhen Yuanzi said with great joy.

But after hearing what Zhen Yuanzi said, there was no joy at all on Zhuo Bufan's face.

You must know that even that guy Ye Beichen doesn't carry so many spiritual stones with him.

It is conceivable that the identity of this Thorntail is certainly not simple.

Zhuo Bufan shook his head, "He has realized that my identity is not Zuo Mu, I must kill him."

"However, the death of Thorntail will inevitably attract the attention of some monks on Fire Island, and even alert the law enforcement team."

Zhen Yuanzi took the spirit stone back into the space ring and said with a frown: "That kid only has early innate strength. There are quite a lot of treasures in the space ring. If your guess is correct, there must be someone with strong strength behind him." master."

Zhuo Bufan nodded, his eyebrows furrowed. On the Flame Island, there are all monks who practice hard. Because the spiritual energy here is abundant, everyone hides in the cave and seizes the time to practice, and will not go out at will, but there are exceptions... For example, if you reach a bottleneck in your practice, you can find familiar monks to argue with each other. ...or maybe take this opportunity to make some friends

.

These things are all possible, and Ciwei suddenly came to challenge Cave No. 8. Obviously, he must have been instigated by others, and the instigator will eventually discover the truth about Ciwei's death.

"Time waits for no one. We must seize the time to make arrangements. Once our identity is exposed, we must use strong methods to seize the spiritual veins." Zhuo Bufan murmured to himself and whispered.

There are three hundred meters of cultivating monks on Flame Island. Among them are mainly the monks in the foundation-building stage, and there are two monks in the elixir-condensing stage. Then there is the law enforcement team. Those who can be selected into the law enforcement team are obviously stronger than the foundation-building stage monks of the same level. Much stronger.

However, these are all small problems. The strength of Zhuo Bufan and Zhen Yuanzi can sweep away the monks on Fire Island. The key is that Himeji City is too close to here. Once a battle breaks out, the Jindan monks in Himeji City will have May come.

"Second Young Master, please don't mess up your position at this moment. We have to wait for an opportunity." Zhen Yuanzi reminded.

"Well, I know that unless it's at the last moment, we must not use violence to snatch the spiritual veins." Zhuo Bufan nodded.

Shen Tong, who was standing aside, listened to their words, his eyes widened, and he covered his mouth with his two white hands, for fear that he would scream.

These two people...

Actually...

Want to rob the soul of hell...

Shen Tong knew that there would be an earth-shattering battle on Fire Island by then, and it would be her best chance to take advantage of the chaos and escape.

There is still one month left before the training date, Zhuo Bufan can only hope that within this month, he will find an opportunity.

…

Himeji Castle.

In the ancient courtyard on the edge of Fujii.

Although Ben Fujii's cultivation level was not at the top, he was good at scheming and flattering, and gradually climbed to the position of deacon of the Onmyoji Divine Sect. Although this position had no real power, it was a very lucrative job.

The outer deacon is responsible for recruiting disciples of the Yin Yang Shishen Sect, selecting candidates with outstanding qualifications from the Kendo School, Aikido School, and Jingu School, and selecting them into the Shishen Sect to become inner disciples. The benefits are self-evident.

Secondly, he is responsible for the number of people who go to hell to practice spiritual veins every time. I don’t know how many people send their disciples or clan members to spiritual veins to practice through connections, so that Bian Tengjing can make a lot of money.

However, there are a total of three outside deacons responsible for the spiritual vein quota, and Bentou Inoue is only one of them.

At this time, in the quiet room of the ancient courtyard, there was another man who was also a deacon like Bendo Inoue.

"Terada-kun, how would you like to taste my Biluo tea?"

Ben Fujii said with a smile on his face.

In the quiet room, he and Terada sat kneeling opposite each other, with a tea set placed between them, and a faint fragrance filled the quiet room.

"Henri-kun, I didn't come to visit you today just to drink tea." Terada shook his head.

This is a middle-aged man with a mustache, a broad face and protruding cheekbones. He looks ugly, but he has the aura of someone who has been in a high position for a long time.

"Oh, I don't know what Terada-kun came to see me for... I was able to share the Mizuta family's spiritual stone with you last time." Benfuji Inoue said the last part, lowering his voice.

"That's not what I'm talking about. Five months ago, a gym owner from a kendo martial arts gym came to me and reported some things. I've been busy in the past few months with the number of entry-level disciples, and I haven't had time to come to you. Let’s talk.”

Terada-kun said calmly.

"What is going on?" Biedou Inoue asked suspiciously.

"Five months ago, two disciples of the Yin-Yang Divine Sect were found fighting with a man from the Dragon Kingdom in Tokyo. Judging from the clues and appearances they provided, the two disciples of the Yin-Yang Divine Sect seemed to be Bian Ruijun's junior brother and master. Nephew." Terada said slowly.

"My junior brothers Bian Ruichuan and Zuo Mu, who did they offend?"

There was a trace of curiosity on Bian Ruijing's face.

"No specific information has been found. The Dragon Kingdom monk seems to have left Japan." Terada said.

"My junior brother has never mentioned this matter to me." Ben Fujiinoue frowned and shook his head.

There was a trace of solemnity on Terada's face, "Hentari-kun, you know that our country in Japan does not allow monks from other countries to exist. Benite-kun should investigate carefully. Once you get involved with monks from other countries, and the higher ups blame you, you and I will suffer. A series of disasters.”

Ben Fujii's face also showed a trace of solemnity.

"I have other things to do, so I'll take my leave first. I hope Mr. Benji will take this matter to his mind and inquire about it." Terada stood up, warned him, and left the quiet room.

"Terada-kun, walk slowly."

Ben Fujii didn't get up, he frowned and thought about this matter seriously.

Immediately, a cold light flashed across Bian Fujii's eyes, "Getting involved with the Dragon Kingdom monks, haha... This is really a good opportunity. Junior brother, only if you die can I keep my secret, and the law enforcement team will not Care about too much evidence." Thinking of this, Ben Fujii picked up the teacup and drank it all in one gulp.