Without thinking too much, Ye Qing and the others rushed to the room where everyone in the Killingmen were staying. As soon as they entered, they saw the Killingmen who looked shocked. Their expressions, like Ye Qing's expressions, were very surprised and shocked, as if something had happened that they couldn't even understand.

In the middle of the room, Cui Yulong was holding the black-patterned black-gold sword, and looked shocked. The monk in blood was standing not far away next to him, holding the box of the black-patterned black-gold sword in his hand, thinking hard, not knowing what was going on, and kept muttering something, as if he had seen something that he couldn't accept.

"What's wrong?" Ye Qing asked quickly, and walked towards the Blood-Clothing Monk, saying, "Master of Blood-Clothing Sect, what happened?"

Before Ye Qing could walk to the monk in Blood, the monk in Blood suddenly raised his head, and a blood red flashed in his eyes, looking like a beast that had been aroused by ferociousness. This look scared everyone, and Ye Qing didn't dare to move forward any further. He knew the situation of the monk in Blood. The monk in Blood had a strong inner demon. Once the inner demon broke out, he could not control himself at all. In this case, let alone Ye Qing, even the person he was closest to, he would definitely not dare to get close to him!

"Master of the Sect!" Everyone in the Killing Sect knelt down quickly, with shock and worry on their faces. Although the monk in Blood occasionally exploded with this demonic nature, it has to be said that the monk in Blood is really good to them, and everyone respects the monk in Blood very much.

The monk in blood seemed to have not heard everyone's shouts at all. His blood-red eyes slowly swept across everyone on the scene, and finally frozen on Cui Yulong's body, and slowly walked towards Cui Yulong step by step.

Cui Yulong was also shocked. He didn't know why the monk in Blood kept staring at him like this. He took two steps back, but the monk in Blood had no intention of stopping at all. He still walked over step by step. Judging from his attitude, he was completely staring at him.

"Master of the Sect!" Ghost-faced judge Cui Yu hurriedly walked over, blocked Cui Yulong, and said anxiously: "If Yulong does something wrong, just punish me, don't..."

Before he finished speaking, the monk in Blood suddenly reached out and grabbed his collar and threw the ghost-faced judge Cui Yu out.

The strength of the Ghost-Faced Judge Cui Yu is quite good. Recently, after the Blood-Clothing Monk returned to the Killing Sect, he has trained the Killing Sect every day. Now the Killing Sect basically has the strength of a top master. However, he, the top master, is still not worth mentioning in front of the Blood-Clothing Monk. After all, the strength of the Blood-Clothing Monk is really amazing. Not to mention them, even the best among the top masters may not be able to hold on to the Blood-Clothing Monk.

Everyone was really shocked when they saw the monk in blood throwing out the ghost-faced judge Cui Yu. In fact, when Cui Yu landed on the ground, he did not fall to the ground as everyone expected. Instead, his feet fell to the ground, and his body did not shake at all, as if he was being steadily placed here, which surprised everyone.

The Ghost-Faced Judge Cui Yu was also stunned for a moment, and then realized that it was intentional by the monk Blood Clothing and had no intention of hurting him. With the strength of the monk Blood Clothing, if he really wanted to hurt him, he would definitely be able to kill him by this moment.

"The Master of the Sect..." Cui Yu turned his head to look at the Blood-clothed Monk, but he didn't know what to say. He didn't know why the Blood-clothed Monk was targeting Cui Yulong like this, but Cui Yulong was his younger brother after all, and he was very worried.

Ye Qing was already standing beside Cui Yulong, and he didn't know whether the monk in blood was sober or devilish now. However, Cui Yulong was Ye Qing's friend, and Ye Qing would definitely not sit idly by. Even if Ye Qing was not the opponent of the monk in blood, Ye Qing had the power of Buddhism and Taoism to protect his body and had a strong ability to resist attacks. At critical moments, he might still be able to help Cui Yulong resist the attack of the monk in blood.

The monk in blood ignored them at all. He walked to Cui Yulong, suddenly stretched out the wooden box in his hand, placed it in front of Cui Yulong, and asked in a cold voice: "Where did you get this wooden box?"

"Ah?" Cui Yulong was stunned for a moment. He was also full of surprise just now. He didn't know what he angered the monk in Blood. Unexpectedly, the monk in Blood would ask such a question, which was indeed beyond his expectations.

"Where did you get this wooden box?" The monk in Blood asked again, his voice still was so cold. Fortunately, looking at the monk in Blood, he had no intention of taking action, and he didn't know what doubts the wooden box aroused him?

"This wooden box was given to me by the Venerable Purple Clothing!" Cui Yulong said: "At that time, I brought the black gold sword in the ink pattern to the west, close to the Brahmins.

However, the scabbard of the ink-patterned black gold knife was lost. I really couldn't find the scabbard of the ink-patterned black gold knife, and the other scabbards could not bear the ink-patterned black gold knife at all. In addition, the evil attributes of the ink-patterned black gold knife gradually changed my mind, and I became more and more cruel because of the ink-patterned black gold knife. Later, I met the Purple-clothed Venerable. He saw the evil nature of the ink-patterned black gold knife, so he gave me this wooden box to hold the scabbard of the ink-patterned black gold knife!"

Speaking of this, Cui Yulong looked at the ink-patterned black gold knife in his hand and whispered: "I have to say that this wooden box is very effective and can actually suppress the evil nature of the ink-patterned black gold knife. For so many years, this wooden box is also controlling the evil nature of the ink-patterned black gold knife, otherwise I would have been controlled by this ink-patterned black gold knife."

"Xijiang? Purple-clothed Lama?" The monk in Blood obviously did not pay attention to Cui Yulong's words later, and murmured these two words several times, not knowing what he was thinking about.

"What happened to the Master of Blood Clothing?" Ye Qing asked in a low voice from the side: "What's wrong with this wooden box?"

The monk in Blood did not answer Ye Qing's words, as if he was still thinking. After a long time, he suddenly raised his head, and the redness in his eyes disappeared, and replaced by a wave of perseverance, saying in a deep voice: "I want to go to Xijiang!"

"Ah?" Everyone was shocked. No one knew what the blood-clothed monk meant. Why did he suddenly decide to go to Xijiang?

"Senior brother, why do you want to go to Western Xinjiang?" The wolf monk asked in surprise. He was also very curious about the sudden decision of the monk in Blood.

The monk in blood looked at the wolf monk, took a deep breath, handed the wooden box to the wolf monk, and whispered: "Look at what material this wooden box is!"

"This wooden box?" The wolf monk took the wooden box, looked over and over again, and said, "Isn't this a thousand-year-old ice silkworm? Is there anything wrong?"

"Hmph, can the ten thousand-year-old ice silkworm wood suppress the evil nature of the ink-patterned black gold sword?" asked the monk in blood.

"Can't it?" The wolf monk scratched his head, looked at the wooden box carefully, and said, "This is the ten thousand-year-old ice silkworm. Can't this suppress the evil nature of the ink-patterned black gold knife?"

"Look carefully here!" The monk in blood reached out and pointed at one corner of the wooden box. The wolf monk turned over the corner. After looking carefully for a while, his expression suddenly changed drastically and exclaimed: "This... isn't this the plaque in our Kolin Temple?"

"What?" Everyone behind exclaimed in surprise. How did the wooden box used to put in ink-patterned black gold knife become the plaque of Kobayashi? What is the plaque of Kobayashi?

"Master Wolf Monk, you read it right?" Ye Qing hurriedly walked over and asked.

"It's absolutely impossible!" The wolf monk held the wooden box and said in a deep voice: "Our plaque in Kobayashi Temple was made of Bodhi tree trunks by the ancestors of Kobayashi Temple. Moreover, there are carved patterns on it, which is unique to the plaque in Kobayashi Temple!"

"Bodhi tree?" Ye Qing couldn't help but be shocked. He didn't expect that this legendary tree really existed. Moreover, the plaque of Xiaolin Temple is made of Bodhi trunks, which is really not simple.

"Can it be another Bodhi tree trunk with similar carvings on it? You admit it wrong?" Huangfu Ziyu couldn't help asking.

"Impossible!" The wolf monk shook his head and said, "The trunk of the Bodhi tree is extremely rare and has not appeared again in thousands of years. Besides, the Bodhi tree is not something that people can leave carvings on it at will!"

"What does it mean?" Ye Qingqi said.

The wolf monk glanced at Ye Qing and said, "Do you know the dragon blood wood?"

Ye Qing nodded. He not only knew, but now he still had two pieces of dragon blood wood. This dragon blood wood can be said to be the strongest known wood, and even famous tools cannot damage it at all. Only Xuanyuan Sword and Minghong Sword can damage the dragon blood wood. Therefore, the dragon blood wood is actually related to the whereabouts of Xuanyuan Sword and Minghong Sword.

But now the wolf monk suddenly mentioned what does the Dragon Blood Wood mean? Could it be that the Bodhi tree trunk is like the Dragon Blood Wood, except for Xuanyuan Sword and Minghong Sword, nothing else can damage it?

The wolf monk said: "Since you know the dragon blood wood, you should know that the dragon blood wood is extremely hard. Apart from the Xuanyuan Sword and the Minghong Sword, there is basically nothing else to damage the dragon blood wood!"

"Yes!" Ye Qing nodded again and said, "Can the Bodhi tree be so hard?"

"The trunk of Bodhi tree is not hard!" The wolf monk shook his head, then took a deep breath, and said, "However, those who can leave traces on the trunk of Bodhi tree in this world can probably count all one hand!"

"What?" Ye Qing couldn't help but be shocked, and at the same time he was a little surprised. He didn't know what the Wolf Monk meant. He first said that the trunk of the Bodhi tree was not hard, but also said that no more than one hand could leave traces on the trunk of the Bodhi tree. How many hand is there, then at most five people. In this case, why is the trunk of the Bodhi tree not hard?
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