A rune paper burning with light blue flames appeared in the hand of the qi practitioner, with a lightning mark outlined on it, his expression was gloomy, and he said coldly: "Don't deceive people too much!"

Thin sparks of electricity danced in the air, and some people's hair began to stand on end, and in the clouds, a rather obvious supreme power was thick in the clouds.

A well-informed qi practitioner exclaimed, "Could it be the Purple Sky True Thunder Talisman of the Shenxiao Sect?"

At present, only a few major factions have the inheritance of the Thunder Method, among which the Five Thunder Righteous Law of the Shenxiao Sect is the most powerful, and the spell that carries a Thunder Law is called the Thunder Talisman, but I don't know if this Qi practitioner really has the Thunder Law inheritance himself, or he bought it from others; but looking at his unbearable appearance just now, he does not look like a Shenxiao Sect monk with a violent temperament.

The rugged man obviously knew this, and laughed and said: "What can I do with a mere thunder talisman? Lao Tzu looks at the virtue of your roe deer and rat eyes, and you don't look like a material that can cultivate the thunder law—besides, the thunder splits the wicked, like you, a black-hearted, white-skinned, dirty-hearted thing, and dares to shake the thunder charm to make a big splash here, and I am not afraid that the unjust soul of Xizheng back then will ask for your life, and God will split you to pieces?"

When the qi practitioner heard the word "Xizheng", his expression changed suddenly, the robe on his body swayed, the thunder talisman in his hand burned rapidly, and a purple thunder roared down, directly through the roof of the shed, and landed on Na Wufu.

The rugged man was split, the lightning flashed, and he turned into a body of coke, no matter how weak Lei Fa is, it is also the speed of light, unless the landing point is predicted in advance, the strength is less than Yuan Ying, and it is impossible to dodge at all.

Only then did the qi practitioners on the side react, and they were shocked and unspeakable, this thunder law was really fast and unparalleled, and the power was even infinite, even the martial artists of this dragon descending realm were difficult to parry, let alone them.

The qi practitioner let out a sigh of relief: "Fellow Daoists, do a verify, the poor Dao has no cliff and no heart to fight with others, it is really too much of a deception for this martial artist, and when the Daoists of the Qin Heavenly Prison inquire, please help explain a thing or two." ”

Few people spoke up, although these people here said that the cultivation realm is very ordinary, but their heads are very flexible, this Wuyazi obviously broke out when the pure martial artist mentioned the word "Xizheng", and they didn't bother to interfere in the discord between the two, and they didn't want to accept Qin Tianjian's inquiry, they were all half-immortals who thought they were detached from the world, even if it was a casual cultivation of a small family, and a wild cultivation without a door was no exception.

Moreover, this Wu Yazi is scattered in his Dao senses, and his cultivation is not high, in their eyes, he is just a lucky guy who relies on foreign objects, and whether there is a thunder charm on his body is still a word, and there is no value in making friends at all.

Wu Yazi was not angry, but there was a hint of relief in the depths of his eyes, that's right, the Great Xia Qi Practitioners are like this, "everyone sweeps the snow in front of the door, regardless of the frost on the tiles of others".

But at this moment, a sudden change occurred.

"This is in a hurry to kill people and kill people?"

With a click, the coke shattered, revealing the bronze body.

The rugged man touched his smooth chin and head, and an incomparably precious Shenxiao Thunder Talisman slashed down, and he shed a layer of hair, which showed the strong physique of the martial artist of the Dragon Descending Realm.

I saw that his figure flashed, and he appeared directly in front of Wu Yazi, and as soon as he raised his arm, his thick arm as if he could run a horse choked Wu Yazi's neck.

He leaned into Wuyazi's ear and whispered: "There is no way for good and evil, but people call themselves, and the retribution of good and evil follows you like a shadow." ”

"There is no cliff for the Qi practitioner of Guya Mountain, who once built a foundation for breaking the realm, slaughtered a village called 'Xizheng', and used the evil law to sacrifice and build a Dao foundation, killing a total of seventy-six people, right?"

Wu Yazi's gaze instantly dimmed, his lips twitched, and he said softly, "It turns out that there are really people who know about that...... There are really people who care about this kind of thing. ”

He is no longer struggling, he is close to Wufu, his biggest hole cards have been used, with his realm in the late stage of foundation building, what can he do?

just sighed softly: "The qualifications are limited, it is difficult to build a Dao foundation, Shouyuan is coming, nothing can be done, so I have to choose the method of blood refining, but it will come to an end at this step, cultivate the Tao, resign yourself to fate, those with good qualifications can go straight to the sky, and those with poor qualifications will be able to climb this immortal road, and it is just a stepping stone under the feet of others......"

The rugged man said coldly: "Don't make excuses for yourself, there are cultivators in the world with worse qualifications than you, why don't you see them slaughtering villages and destroying villages and using evil methods?"

Wu Yazi sneered: "That's because they didn't have it, otherwise who can bear it?"

"Makes sense, but you still have to die. ”

The rugged man's arm exerted force, and with a click, it twisted the neck of Wuyazi like pinching a chicken to death.

Wu Yazi rolled his eyes, and a creaking sound came out of his throat.

"Do you know how Lao Tzu knows that you have done dirty things?" the rugged man pulled a hideous smile, "Taishan Mansion Jun has refined a new booklet, called the Book of Life and Death, from now on, there is something to follow for rewarding good and punishing evil." ”

A wisp of blood bubbled out of the corner of the Qi Practitioner's mouth, and he muttered in a low voice unwillingly: "How can you have anything to do with Emperor Dongyue......

The sound became quieter and quieter, and then turned into a pile of ashes composed of spiritual energy, and suddenly dispersed into the sky.

At this time, one after another rays of light also flew by, all of them were cultivators of the Great Xia Qin Heavenly Prison.

"Who's making trouble here?"

A Qintian Guardian monk with a bronze sword on his back and a black robe shouted angrily.

"It's Lao Tzu. The rugged man said coldly.

The black-robed monk was stunned when he heard this, and he clasped his fists and bowed: "General Dahong!"

Da Hong took the altar wine and went straight out of the door, ignoring the meaning of these Qintian Guardian monks at all, but those monks were not annoyed, but just said to the group below: "The Imperial City strictly prohibits cultivators from gathering, so let's disperse, otherwise, when we come back, we will lock people up." ”

There was a sneer and disdain below.

The black-robed monk sneered, but still not angry, and happily flew away with his men.

"The eagle dog of the court, the shame of the monks. ”

Someone sneered.

All in all, no one moved their butts.

The cultivators of Shangqiu, including ordinary martial artists, were all controlled by the Great Xia Qin Tianjian, although it was said that no one listened to the imperial court on the surface, but in fact, they did not dare to completely disobey the Qin Tianjian face.

Don't really think that the imperial court is a soft-footed shrimp, not to mention those Qi practitioners who have been cultivated by the Great Xia Imperial Court since childhood, passed down from generation to generation, and have long formed an alternative sect of cultivation;

Therefore, although these martial artists and qi practitioners don't care about it, in fact, they are just afraid of losing face, and when the time comes, they will do what they should do, and they will never gather here again.

When the black-robed monk led his subordinates back, sure enough, the monks below had dispersed, and he didn't care, as if he had expected it, but turned back to a fellow and said: "The world is chaotic, a few days ago, the whole country of Cheng Guo was slaughtered by ghosts and tricks, and there are also evil madmen wandering in the south, if it weren't for the ancestor of the Xiong clan to take action personally, I'm afraid there would be another catastrophe." ”

"Dog Rong and a few demon kings are not honest, the elders of the clan have already gone to the borderlands, and the current Holy Emperor is also wise, why do they have such a sign of chaos in the world?"

Just as this sentence fell.

Click-

He wondered, "What sound?"

It didn't sound loud, but it seemed to be ringing in everyone's ears not far away.

I saw that in the deepest part of the Xingjun Temple in the distance, there were suddenly dense cracks on the two Star Monarch statues standing side by side, and the golden body with a layer of gold leaf fell off, revealing the mud tire that had long been decayed and hollowed out inside. And then, from the hollowed-out mud tire, a seemingly endless black sludge emerged.

An indescribable evil thought was like wolf smoke on the border, roaring and sweeping away, almost visible to the naked eye of mortals, and immediately caused a burst of frightened shouts.

Qin Tianjian's qi cultivators flew up one after another, staring vigilantly at the temple, their expressions changed drastically, and they couldn't calm down at all.

The black-robed monk with his sword on his back exclaimed, "This breath ...... How is that possible!"

As the most sacred place in the entire Kyushu, ordinary ghosts dare not approach, let alone this evil aura, could it be that the two gods actually degenerated into demons?

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