Chapter 64: The Magic Weapon of the Black Monk's Sect

The short old man smiled evilly and said, "Two, the four of us had our own selfish intentions before, and let the two of you take advantage of the loophole. Now we're going to take it seriously, so keep an eye out!"

The lean man gathered a white blade of light in his hand and shouted, "What are you doing with so many nonsense, just kill the two of them!"

The two Daoists of Dragon Tiger Mountain had serious expressions, and two long swords with cold light floated beside them. In the face of these four people, they did not dare to underestimate them at all.

The Yinshan quartet roared angrily and rushed over in unison.

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Periphery of the bell tower array,

A wisp of white qi fell upwards and landed right on the road in front of Xiao Qingren.

The white gas dissipated, and the figure of an old man appeared, and at this time, a lightning flash flashed in the sky, and an elegant man appeared standing beside the old man.

Xiao Qing, who was copying the formation, suddenly became unstable, and the formation that was almost completed shattered rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He knelt on one knee, and he himself suffered a backlash, and a mouthful of blood spurted out!

Xiao Qing and Yin Chuan both looked at the two people in front of them in shock,

For a while, the thunderstorm was even worse, and bursts of lightning mixed with explosive thunder made the night sky appear very clearly visible.

The old man and the urbane man were dressed in white robes, and the emblem embroidered on their bodies, a bird holding a round of slanting sun, stood out in the brief light of lightning. The old man's hideous smile made everyone present feel palpitations.

Isn't this the Red Dust Sect? Xiao Qing and Yin Chuan's eyes widened.

The old man's cultivation seemed to be unfathomable, his figure was hesitant and ghostly, flashing step by step, and the distance between the two sides was getting closer and closer. The old man's voice was ethereal and erratic, and he said,

"Two juniors, if I remember the old thing, you are the famous Xiao Qingxiao Zhenren, Yin Chuan Yin Daoren!"

"The old man is now the thirtieth generation leader of the Red Dust Sect, Wang Xu. Fortunately, I received news from others, old man, so I came to take the lives of the two of them today, do you want me to do it myself, or do you want to cut it off on your own?"

The senior monk of Xiangji Temple next to Xiao Qingzhen, the golden light in his body dimmed a little, he manipulated the golden light to condense into a round of gold plate, and shone on the old man Wang Xu who floated over,

"Amitabha, good! good! The illusion attainment of the old benefactor is indeed profound. ”

When the golden light reached the old man Wang Xu, the old man's forward figure immediately turned into a cloud of ashes, and then was quickly washed away by the falling rain.

The old man was stunned and exclaimed: "It turned out to be a senior monk of Xiangji Temple, but I am clumsy about the old thing." But today is a grudge between us. If the monk wants to intervene, the old man will send you to see your Buddha!"

"Old donor, the Zhao donor behind you is urging the ghost flute to destroy this thousand-year-old capital. The poor monk and the two Taoist masters are here to stop him today, and ask the old benefactor to look at the poor monk's thin face, for the sake of the cause and effect of all sentient beings, and not to stop him. ”

The elegant young man beside Wang Xu laughed loudly when he heard this, and said, "Master, the person who told us the news didn't tell us the news in vain, in exchange, we have to keep the kid surnamed Zhao." The grievances with Zhongnan Mountain, we must understand today. ”

Then Wen Qing knelt down on one knee and said righteously: "Chief, the old monk handed it over to me to deal with." I'll leave those two to you!"

The old man nodded with satisfaction, and asked quietly, "Did the person sent to Zhongnan Mountain do it?"

Wen Qing showed a smug smile and returned: "As early as the moment the ghost flute sounded, on the side of Zhongnan Mountain, I let the fourth brother do it. Once these two learn the news of Zhongnan Mountain, they will definitely be in chaos, and when the time comes, you can kill them in one fell swoop!"

The old man stroked his beard, turned around and smiled: "Two juniors, let's go together, don't say that the old man bullies the small!"

Xiao Qing grabbed Yin Chuan and said, "The people of the Hongchen Sect dare to make a comeback, I'm afraid that Zhongnan Mountain will be in danger! Senior brother, you have to go back to the abbot as soon as possible, and I will take care of it here!"

The senior monk also said: "Master Yin Shi let's go, there are poor monks and Xiao Shi here, it's okay." “

There was a hint of hesitation in Yin Chuan's eyes. Xiao Qing put a talisman on his back, and the spell flashed, and Yin Chuan's whole person was like a meteor piercing the sky and disappearing into the vast night sky.

Seeing this, the old man shouted: "Don't want to escape!"

stepped out in one step, stretched out a giant hand in mid-air and wanted to catch Yin Chuan back!

Xiao Qingzhen's eyes were scorching, and he sacrificed a spirit sword wrapped in the qi of the origin, which was mighty and groundbreaking.

"Old thief, your opponent is me!"

Wang Xu knew that this sword was very powerful, and if he resisted hard, it was difficult to say whether he could stop Yin Chuan from escaping, and this arm would definitely be seriously injured. He immediately made a decision, immediately withdrew his hand, and said with a slight smile: "Junior, good means!

The old man's figure flashed, and he quickly came to Xiao Qing's side, this time it was not an illusion, but a real body. The old man didn't leave Xiao Qing any time to react at all, and with a palm shot, a string of beads on his hand was bubbling black and rushed towards Xiao Qing.

The monk shouted that it was not good, stepped out, raised his fists, and the bright golden light was wrapped in his fists, and smashed down violently.

Seeing this, Wen Qing, who was not far away, flashed his figure, and the next second appeared in front of the monk's fists, he smiled slightly, flicked his hand behind his back, and brought a blood-red iron fan to his side.

The two fists with the momentum of opening the mountain smashed on the blood-red iron fan, making a muffled sound!

Wen Qing's beaten figure quickly retreated, his heels leaned against a lamppost and stopped, and he was thin and weak, and he took the blow of the high monk.

"Old monk, you don't want to meddle in the battle between the leader and Daoist Xiao. If you want to fight, I'll fight with you!"

The senior monk of Xiangji Temple clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, good, good. Little benefactor, the poor monk has been offended!"

There was a rare hint of fierceness in the monk's eyes, and he rushed over quickly!

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On the other side, although Xiao Qingzhen quickly condensed a mouthful of Origin Qi in his throat, he was still hit by a bead of black gas, and a bruise appeared outside his throat, and a trace of blood appeared on his outer skin.

The old man smiled proudly: "This is the new head of the thirty-first generation of Zhongnan Mountain! Junior Xiao Qing, you have this bit of strength, and you really insult your grandfather's face! If your master Taimo is still alive, I don't know how sad I will be to see you weak like this." ”

The sword light on the spirit sword beside Xiao Qing flashed, and he touched the Adam's apple, Fang Cai was indeed the old man who kept his hand, otherwise Fang Cai was afraid that he would have died a long time ago.

"If you want to fight, you don't have to insult my teacher!"

The Origin Qi in Xiao Qingzhen's body was attached to the spirit sword, and with a wave of his sleeves, a flying sword turned into three and flew towards the old man Wang Xu.

The old man smiled contemptuously, the beads in his hand continued to rise and fall, and the black qi on it became more and more intense.

Xiao Su on the top of the bell tower in the distance, sitting lazily on a corner of the bell tower, said with a smile: "It's interesting, the beads of the black monk actually appeared here, the old monk of Xiangji Temple still pretended not to know, Xi'an City and his party, but saw a lot of interesting things." ”

The beads have enlarged a lot, and there seem to be several ancient Buddhas sitting on them, but the posture of the ancient Buddhas is weird, as if they are lewd, evil, and evil, and the beads and the three spirit swords are constantly clashing, producing bursts of sparks and crackling sounds.

Xiao Qingzhen felt quite struggling, this bead was not easy to deal with, as if he was sucking the origin qi on the spirit sword, and he made a decision immediately, he used the sword scripture of Zhongnan Mountain,

"Spirit Sword Sutra!"

The three spirit swords stood on Xiao Qingzhen's side, slowly turning, and one after another scriptures appeared on Xiao Qingzhen's side in a cylindrical shape, and these scriptures continued to converge, and then imprinted on the spirit sword.

Xiao Qingzhen raised his right hand, stretched out his index finger and middle finger side by side, and a little ball of light appeared in the center.

"Sacrifice!"

Three spirit swords branded with scriptures flew towards the old man.

The old man smiled with great satisfaction and said, "It's not easy to use all the sword scriptures." However, this string of beads is not something that you can defeat with a sword scripture that has not reached the top level of cultivation. “

The old man Wang Xu invoked his own origin qi and attached it to the beads, this string of beads seemed to be very greedy, and frantically sucked this small strand of origin qi, and the black qi became more and more intense in an instant, and there was a sense of grabbing people's hearts when viewed from a distance.

The old man indifferently sacrificed the beads, and the strange Buddha statues on them seemed to be reciting Buddhist scriptures.

The two collided, emitting a huge burst of light, and then, I saw three spirit swords flying out upside down, Xiao Qingzhen soared into the air, hit a flying sword with one finger, kicked two flying swords with both feet at the same time, and a thumb-sized formation flashed on the door of his head, and shouted: "E!"

The three flying swords immediately became powerful and attacked!

The old man got up and laughed: "I really want to fight to the death." In this case, the old man is also willing to accompany him to the end!"

The old man sacrificed the beads again, and where the two sides clashed, the air was extremely compressed, and it looked as if time and space had been distorted from a distance.

A loud bang followed. Three of the three flying swords were broken, and the remnants of the sword fell from mid-air and stuck in the thick concrete floor.

The rope that was holding the beads suddenly broke, and the beads scattered one after another. The old man immediately stretched out his big hand and collected all the beads.

Xiao Qingzhen landed on the ground with a layer of water, made a splash, knelt on one knee, his chest trembled suddenly, a mouthful of blood spurted out, fell into the water, and instantly dyed red.

The old man's face was slightly embarrassed, but he didn't seem to have been hurt, but there was disbelief in his eyes, and what he didn't expect the most was that Xiao Qing actually destroyed the beads.

Xiao Su, who was sitting on the corner of the bell tower, looked a little stunned, Xiao Qing actually broke the beads of the Black Monk Gate, and he had underestimated him before.