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With the dedication and sacrifice of one person after another, the abyssal giant hand that stretched out from nowhere was actually blocked alive in the gap, and then those flesh and blood turned into a solidified crystal, firmly sealing.

I could even see a huge swastika on it.

Eighteen explosions rang out, killing a full eighteen people.

These old monks are the foundation of the Hanging Temple, and each of them does not know how many methods have been inherited from the Hanging Temple. However, at this moment, he did not hesitate to give his life.

Bang......

After the last explosion, the hall was covered in slippery blood, soaked with blood everywhere, and blood was splattered everywhere on the walls, pillars, and people's bodies.

And a second later, countless flesh and blood were manipulated by the Yellow River Master and merged into the huge "swastika".

At this time, Master Huang He pounced and fell to his knees.

I was shocked, thinking that he couldn't do it anymore, so I didn't stand at the door anymore to stop people, but rushed forward, trying to hold him up, but at this time, the little monk Baoshan next to Master Huanghe shouted at me: "Uncle Taishi let you go to the Daxiong Treasure Hall." Be sure to thin the black relics. ”

I was surprised, how is the body of Master Huang He?

Bao Shan replied: "Uncle Taishi has settled down, and he is communicating with my Buddha and sealing the door of this evil ghost, so there is no need to worry. ”

That's it.

I looked left and right and beckoned, "Old ghost, let's go!" ”

The old ghost also looked around, and said to me: "Leave Yun Moqian here and guard the Yellow River Master, so as not to kill someone." Brought it to a nest. ”

I agreed, and the two of them ran quickly outside, to a stone staircase in front of the main hall.

There is only a three-meter-wide plank road connecting to many buildings on the side of the Hanging Temple, but this plank road has been destroyed long ago, only a few stone structures remain, and all the others have fallen into a sea of fire.

These protruding points are separated by seven or eight meters or more than ten meters, and there is no way to pass through them normally.

You have to use the fulcrum of the mountain wall.

We rushed closer and took a deep breath as we saw the Rakshasa demons who had just escaped from our encirclement soaring into the air without any obstacles, defying gravity and fleeing towards the Hanging Temple.

The battle is not over, and an even greater crisis awaits us ahead.

What to do?

The old ghost and I paused, and at this time, a dozen or so monks rushed to the side, including a white-eyed elder in his fifties and sixties, and a young man who was seventeen or eighteen years old and had some fluff on his lips, and said to us, "I am Faxi ......."

"I ...... the flow of the law"

"I'm ...... Wisdom"

"I'm ...... brave"

"I'm ...... Mozhigen"

"I'm ...... Mungendurak"

Everyone shouted together: "I am willing to sacrifice my life for the life and death of the Hanging Temple, and prove the Tao by example!" ”

Prove by example!

Among these people, there are those who are trusted by the abbot of Huineng, those who are excluded by Fajiang, those who are Mingjing Pavilion, and those who are other nunnery...... But at this moment of life and death in the Hanging Temple, he stood up without any hesitation.

After speaking. They didn't wait for us to go first, and rushed straight to the fire bridge in front of them.

They jumped in the air, kicked their feet on the mountain wall a few times, landed on the node, and then struggled to climb the rock again.

Some people can't cultivate at all. The difference was a millimeter, and he fell directly to the bottom of the cliff.

But in the process of falling, no one shouted.

They are afraid that the fear in their hearts will infect others, and they choose to sublimate their souls in fear and die quietly.

I saw my companion fall off the cliff, but the people behind him had no fear.

They fought bravely, talking and laughing to the death.

It is difficult to go to the temple generously, and it is like returning home when you die.

At that moment, although not the people of the Hanging Temple. I didn't even like the Hanging Temple so much, but I suddenly felt a lot of emotion.

You can disagree with the Hanging Temple, but you can't ignore it.

If nothing else, it's because there is such a group of people from the Hanging Temple with perseverance and courage.

After rushing out with four or five people, the old ghost and I moved.

Compared with these monks who have survived a hundred battles, it is much easier for me and the old ghost, who has experienced the return of the gilded trip to Europe, and I still need to jump forward with the help of three or two nodes, but the old ghost guy flies directly on the wall, and walks on the mountain wall like flying.

We were the first to arrive at the first temple, though we were a little late.

As soon as I fell, I saw the old ghost stretch out his dragon claws and grab a jade-faced rakshasa who tried to stop us by the neck.

The woman was stunningly beautiful, her eyes were as dark blue as the ocean, but with a single effort, her skin like snow clotted fat instantly turned blue, and then she opened row after row of fine sharp teeth, wanting to bite the old ghost.

These jade-faced rakshasas, although they look similar to human beauties, are actually two completely different species.

Their blood is indigo.

Some are violet-blue.

It's all the same.

Not only is the blood different, but these rakshasas are also like beasts, except for the cheers of the two-horned rakshasa just now, they are basically beast-like roars.

I still have some pity, but the old ghost never cares.

He is of blood origin, accustomed to seeing people who are not the same, and his temperament seems to be somewhat influenced by the image of Cappadocian blood, and some is ruthless.

He directly pinched the dragon's claws and pinched off the man's head.

After the death of this rakshasa demon, there will be a layer of pale gray death qi wafting, these are the spiritual will that sustains their existence, just like the human spirit, when I approach, I am absorbed by the blood knife.

The two of them were down-to-earth, looking left and right, and there were raging flames everywhere, and the fire seemed to engulf everything.

Where is the Daxiong Treasure Hall?

We were a little dazed and didn't know the way, and at this time, a short monk also jumped over from there, saw us stop, guessed our problem, did not hesitate, and shouted, "Follow me." ”

We followed this monk who claimed to be called Fa Liu, rushing left and right along the way, killing four or five Rakshasa demons, and beating three or two guys who had been bewitched by Fa Jiang and came to stop us. Suddenly, a huge Buddha hall embedded in the mountain suddenly appeared.

There are eighteen marble steps in front of it, and the tall temple is attached to the mountain, as if it were a miracle.

The Hanging Temple was full of flames, but there was not a single flame here.

There is a faint power inside that protects the main body of the building.

When we rushed to the front of the hall, we saw a confrontation at the entrance of the main hall, Faliu was anxious, and the people quickly rushed to the gate of the hall, and I suddenly saw a floating afterimage appear from the darkness, and I was suddenly startled. Loud warning: "Be careful! ”

As soon as the words fell, a person's head suddenly flew up.

The Fa Liu, who had brought us all the way, died without warning, full of blood spurting into the sky, and after his head hit the ground, he fell down the steps.

Yes!

At the moment of seeing this tragic scene. My blood burned instantly, and anger filled my chest, giving me a violent urge to kill.

My side is furious, but the old ghost is even more aggressive, like a phantom. rushed directly to the front of the Buddha hall.

Clang!

The two sides suddenly fought, and the black shadow fell towards the closed door, and then the next second it was actually plunged into darkness again.

Did it disappear into thin air?

I followed the old ghost and rushed to the platform in front of the main hall, and saw that the gate was closed, and there was a golden light floating on it. There was silence all around, as if nothing had happened.

However, the headless corpse lying on the ground, and the blood spurting out, proved that everything that had just happened was not false.

Whether it's me. It was still an old ghost, and he didn't rush towards the gate.

Because we felt a little weird.

The door is closed, why?

The old ghost turned back in astonishment, and the moment he met my eyes, he suddenly blinked.

It stands to reason that he shouldn't look back.

Although the black shadow who had killed Faliu just now disappeared and disappeared into the darkness, you couldn't treat him as if he didn't exist, and it wasn't wise to expose your back to others like this.

But the reason why the old ghost is like this is because he is luring the enemy.

He was gambling, betting on the other party's murderous intentions.

I'm also betting on my own reactions.

Swish!

At the moment when the old ghost turned his head and blinked, another image floated in the air, and from the transparent space emerged a naked man with white and gray tattoos, and in his hand. It's a scimitar so black that it blends into the night.

The knife was curved, like the moon.

However, the moment this guy appeared, the old ghost made a move.

Feet, to be exact, he turned back abruptly, a whip leg. With lightning speed, he kicked the man in the waist from the side.

This guy's body is very soft, even if he is kicked, he can turn around in mid-air, turn over, and his hand seems to pull into the void, and the person will turn into darkness again.

However, at this moment, my Yixian knife reached his heart.

In fact, the moment the old ghost blinked, I took out the knife.

Burst!

The blood light appeared in mid-air, the man did not have any ability to fight back, and fell directly to the ground, without any life, and the old ghost and I rushed to the next second, but saw that this person was holding a knife in his right hand, and above his left hand, there was actually a soft silk.

The silk was transparent, but it covered his lower body, and it was able to hide his body.

A magic weapon that can be invisible?

The old ghost and I glanced at each other, and suddenly, four fierce sword winds appeared around us.

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