Chapter 1375

The room opposite was in a mess, Mo Ye took a look, then turned and went back to the room.

And at the entrance of the village, Xiao Hei stopped on a roof, staring at the figure quietly following up in front of him with a pair of small black eyes.

Those were two monks, one was Qi Refining Level 9, and the other was a Foundation Establishment monk.

"Fifth Master, those two people just entered here."

The cultivator at the ninth level of Qi Refining said to the Foundation Establishment cultivator beside him, he stared at the village and said, "Fifth Master, they have been injured, and now that this lair has been found, let me get rid of it." They, take the things back, and wipe out the people in this village by the way!"

"Go!"

The Foundation Establishment cultivator stood with his hands behind his back and didn't move forward. To deal with two monks at the seventh level of Qi refining, one monk at the ninth level of Qi refining is enough. If it is not to ensure that things are not damaged, and to cut grass and roots, he does not need to follow the two of them personally.

"Yes." The Qi Refining Cultivator replied, holding the knife at his waist, he walked towards the inside, but at this moment, he heard the cry of a crow.

"dumb!"

A crow's cry was still clear in this early morning, especially it was loud, the sound seemed to be still echoing in the valley in the air, inexplicably made the heart of the Qi Refining Cultivator jump, and he stopped involuntarily .

"unlucky!"

Seeing a crow squatting on the roof in front, the monk cursed, picked up a stone and shot it over, but the stone that was supposed to hit the crow missed, and the crow flapped its wings and flew up , as if enraged by him, he opened his claws and mouth to attack him.

"dumb!"

Xiao Hei yelled again, grabbed that person with his paws, and pecked at that person with his mouth. Because of its attack, the Qi Refining Cultivator cursed, and the people in the village also heard the movement.

"No! They must have come after them here! Dad, Da Zhuang, take everyone and run away! Quick!" One of the monks who looked about forty or fifty years old shouted in panic, telling them to run for their lives.

"We obviously got rid of them, why are they still coming?" Another man also had an anxious look on his face, and said, "No! I'll go to the entrance of the village to see! You run away first, I'll block it for a while! "

"Go to die! We are not their opponents at all!" The forty or fifty-year-old monk shouted and pulled him back.

"Hey, why did you provoke your enemies outside and come back? What's going on? There are so many people in the village, old and young, where can we escape? You two, you two, this It’s going to hurt everyone.” The old village chief hit the ground with his crutches, annoyed and anxious.

"Father, I'm sorry, I, we hurt everyone, we didn't expect them to come with us, we really thought we would get rid of them..." The man in his forties and fifties blushed, thinking of bringing disaster to the village Come, he blamed himself.

Originally, in order to get rid of the people who were chasing them, they went around a lot. After walking for a whole day, they didn't feel that anyone was following them, so they dared to come home, but who knew...

"You run away, run away quickly, Azhu and I will block it!" While speaking, the two monks held their swords and limped towards the entrance of the village.

"Er Liang, what should we do? You always have a lot of ideas, so hurry up and think of a way!" Da Zhuang looked anxiously at Er Liang.

Erliang gritted his teeth, pulled him and said, "Go! Go beg the son of the opposite door!"