A golden light flashed, and the scene of Sanqing appeared in front of Wu Zhong's eyes again. He looked around, but no one intervened, and he couldn't help but be surprised that the barrier had suddenly disappeared. It was not only Wu Zhong who was surprised, but also this Wang Qi.

Wang Qi threw Wu Zhong aside, held the spear in his hand, and looked around with a wary expression.

Suddenly, the golden light shone again. This time, Wu Zhong could see clearly that this golden light was emanating from the statue of Guanyin Bodhisattva.

This golden light appeared, and the surrounding Sanskrit sound was suddenly sung, and the Buddha statue loomed in the place where it passed. When he swept over Wu Zhong's body, a burst of warmth suddenly rushed to his body, and the unknown prohibition disappeared. When Wang Qi saw this golden light coming towards him, he immediately flew up and stabbed his spear towards the golden light.

The golden light collided with the spear, unaffected, and continued to move on. Just when Wang Qi thought that this golden light was harmless, a big golden hand reached out from it and slapped Wang Qi to the ground with one palm. Hearing only a bang, the ground under the big golden hand suddenly sank more than a foot, and Wang Qi kept struggling below, but to no avail.

When Wu Zhong saw this, his heart was overjoyed. Regardless of his physical discomfort, he hurriedly picked up his sword and got up and attacked towards Wang Qi. Just when I thought I could succeed in one blow, but when I encountered this impregnable Buddha light, no matter how this thunder sword moved, it was never able to advance a single point.

Although Wang Qi couldn't move, seeing that Wu Zhong's actions couldn't be effective, he suddenly laughed heartily when he looked anxious: "Hahaha, all the saints are dogs." If he stops me from coming forward, he won't help you. You won't be able to succeed! When I go out, it will be when you and those mortals die!"

Wu Zhong was anxious in his heart, but just like Wang Qi said, this Buddha light blocked all attacks, and the Thunder Sword could not move an inch. Wu Zhong didn't believe it, and the long sword in his hand kept stabbing out, but it was always to no avail.

"Ahh He didn't understand, why didn't the Bodhisattva protect Hu Guangrong, who had been serving her, but protected this murderer?

Wu Zhong refused to give up, let Wang Qi continue to taunt, and still swung his sword and slashed. In this way, the two were close to each other, but Wu Zhong couldn't help Wang Qi, and the anger in his heart was beyond words.

"Haha, you give up. No matter what you do, it's useless!" Wang Qi shouted loudly in the palm of his huge hand, although his breath was a little weak, but this golden light was also his greatest reliance.

Wu Zhong was furious, got up and walked towards the Taoist temple.

When Wang Qi saw him like this, he immediately shouted proudly: "Hurry up and run away now, otherwise when I come out, it will be your end!"

Wu Zhong didn't care about Wang Qi's arrogant appearance behind him, and walked straight towards Hu Guangrong's corpse. When he came to the corpse, the blood had already flowed all over the ground, and the starlight shone on it, revealing a strange red and black color. Wu Zhong picked up the old man's body, walked into the Bodhisattva hall, and gently placed it on the incense table.

He looked up at the Bodhisattva. The Bodhisattva's eyebrows are like a small moon, his eyes are like double stars, gentle and elegant, graceful and generous, without the slightest change.

Wu Zhong stood in front of the statue of the Bodhisattva, folded his hands, bowed down and said: "You are the Guanyin who saves the suffering and saves the suffering, and the Bodhisattva of great compassion, in the face of such a situation, why don't you protect the old man who has served you for many years, but instead shield the murderer who has done a lot of evil? Why is this?" Wu Zhong looked at the old man, his face was already pale due to excessive blood loss, and the blood was ticking down the incense case, and soon merged into a puddle under the incense case, and slowly flowed to the Bodhisattva statue.

Wu Zhong saw that the Bodhisattva was still unchanged, and his heart was sad, it was really worthless for the old man. After more than 50 years of worship, he refused to even have a trace of pity. Is this still the Guanyin Master who rescues the suffering and saves the suffering?

He walked out of Sanqingguan and came to Wang Qi again. Wang Qi was still being held down by the golden palm, and he didn't move. But when Wu Zhong rushed back, he once again made sarcastic remarks: "Your Bodhisattva, can you make the decision for you?" ha!"

Wu Zhong was furious, but it didn't help. He flew up, pinched the seal with both hands, and waved his big hand, only to see four big flags flying from a distance, landing around Wang Qi, and planting them on the ground. The night breeze blows, and the hunt sounds.

Wu Zhong stood in front of Wang Qi and looked at him condescendingly: "No one is in charge, I can also break you into ten thousand pieces." I saw that the Dharma seal in his hand was constantly changing, and the sky suddenly changed dramatically, the starlight was dim, the wind was howling, the divine beasts inside the four banners were barking wildly, the dragon was roaring and the tiger was roaring, and the phoenix was roaring.

Seeing Wu Zhong making a move on the side, Wang Qi didn't pay attention to it, a little monk in the late stage of qi induction, no matter how capable he was, what could he do? But seeing the wind roaring around him, the sky was dark, and the surrounding forces were furious, Wang Qi knew that something was going to go wrong this time, and if he didn't make any moves, I was afraid that he would really be planted in the hands of this kid.

Wang Qi was running rapidly with all his strength, but as he resisted more and more, the big golden hand did not retreat but advanced, and the Sanskrit sound was masterful, penetrating into the meridians layer by layer, and the surging mana suddenly calmed down a lot. Wang Qi suddenly panicked when he saw this situation, and saw the changes around him, how should this be?

At this moment, a golden light suddenly fell from the originally cloudy sky. Everywhere they passed, like ice and snow melting, the four divine beasts could never appear. Wu Zhong was furious when he saw this, but he couldn't do anything to no avail.

Wang Qi, who was on the side, immediately laughed wildly when he saw this situation, and shouted wildly: "God help me! God help me!"

The golden light shone directly on Wang Qi's body, and the big golden hand disappeared immediately. Seeing that there was no prohibition on his body, Wang Qi hurriedly got up and looked at Wu Zhong with a proud face: "Little friend, your time of death has arrived." ”

I saw Wang Qi wave his big hand, and the spear was named, pointing directly at Wu Zhong. Seeing him like this, Wu Zhong waved the banner and protected the surroundings. Looks like there's going to be a tough battle.

Just as Wang Qi was making a move, a pleasant sound suddenly came from the sky, and he saw a golden object falling from the sky and heading straight for Wang Qi. When the thing approached, Wang Qi saw it clearly. This thing is not a treasure, but a beautifully shaped demon pestle. The demon pestle went straight to Wang Qi, and Wang Qi waved his gun to resist. But as soon as he swung it, the demon-descending pestle pierced him from head to toe, and Wang Qi suddenly stiffened and did not move, and his breath was completely lost.

This sudden change caught Wu Zhong a little off guard. The two sides, who were still in tension just now, ended the struggle because of the demon pestle that fell from the sky.

Wu Zhong's consciousness was released, and when he saw that Wang Qi's breath was completely gone, he was indeed dead, so he cautiously walked to his side to check.

When he came to Wang Qi's side, his expression was still the same as just now, his face was hideous, and he wanted to resist. But there was a hole the size of a bowl in the top of his head, and it ran through it like a huge worm, crawling through the top of his head, destroying all life inside. On the ground, there was a pool of blood, and the demon pestle was lying in a pool of blood, glowing with a faint golden light, which was very weird.

Wu Zhong took a closer look, this demon pestle was golden all over, as if it was made of pure gold, and the top of the head was a Buddha head with four different expressions, followed by an elliptical cylinder, and the sharp soldiers below, all engraved with Buddhist scriptures. Such a Buddhist holy weapon was originally a thing of prayer and prayer, but now it has become a murderous weapon, stained with blood. Although he looked a little uncomfortable, it was precisely this palm-sized demon pestle that saved his life.

Wu Zhong stretched out his hand and wanted to pick it up, but the demon pestle suddenly flew up, slashed across Wu Zhong's arm, and flew into the sky.

Looking at the blood mark left on his arm, Wu Zhong was unsure in his heart. Whoever did this? Whoever it is, it's over, and the next thing is to clean up the battlefield.

Wu Zhong put away the Four Divine Beast Flags, the sky returned to its original state, and the starlight sprinkled like falling snow, quiet, but so indifferent. Wu Zhong sat on the ground with his buttocks, and he didn't have any strength under the relaxation of his nerves. At this time, Wang Qi's body had already fallen, and the spear slowly rolled down. He looked at Sanqing behind him, and there was no change in the slightest, but the original caretaker, Hu Guangrong, was already dead and lying on top of the incense case.

In just a few hours, the world was turned upside down. Times have changed, and people are saddened.

After resting for a while, Wu Zhong slowly got up. At this time, the clothes on his body were a little tattered because of the fight, but he couldn't care about them. He picked up the spear at his feet and looked closely, and sure enough, it was different. The gun is nine feet long, and it is afraid that it weighs hundreds of catties, and the barrel of the gun is jet black, which is made of black gold, which is hard and flexible. The walls are bright white, and the cold light is flickering. Wu Zhong saw two ancient characters engraved on the barrel of the spear: Qiwu, presumably the name of this spear.

Wang Qi died, and the divine consciousness left inside this spear had already dissipated, and as long as Wu Zhong stepped into the realm of transforming into gods, he could refine it and become his own weapon.

In addition to this spear, Wu Zhong also found a small cloth bag that he had with him. The cloth bag looked small, bound by a multicolored silk thread, embroidered with auspicious clouds, and a red sun could be vaguely seen. The whole body is dark silver, although it is not eye-catching, but it is very expensive.

When I opened this pocket, I thought that there would only be some jade, but I didn't expect the internal space to be so large, I'm afraid it would be five meters square. Wu Zhong probed and found that it was really like a treasure chest, in addition to the basic jade, there were also some magic weapons, pills, and even secret book exercises, as well as magical objects that he had never seen before.

Wu Zhong withdrew his divine sense, although he was surprised, but his heart was gloomy and desolate.

Looking at Wang Qi, who was already dead, he couldn't wait to dismantle him in eight pieces, but even if he was broken to pieces, he couldn't resurrect Hu Guangrong.

After taking the things, Wu Zhong summoned the paper man and began to clean up the battlefield. And Wang Qi's body had to be temporarily placed underground to leave a mark. Tomorrow, someone from the Wang family will come to deal with it.

Returning to Sanqingguan and looking at the Taoist temple that was a little dilapidated but survived, Wu Zhong had mixed feelings in his heart. The high Sanqing, the compassionate Guanyin Master, is still there quietly waiting for other people's incense.

At this time, the blood on the old man's body had coagulated, his body was stiff, and he lay there quietly. Wu Zhong looked at the old man and felt uncomfortable. Although he only met yesterday, the feeling in the old man made him feel at ease, like a kind elder. The old man takes care of the pilgrims during the day, sits at night and sometimes secretly helps the pilgrims in distress, and protects the land by himself, so that people can live in peace. But such a person who has no desires, but does good deeds, is killed by others.