Before he could react, the stick came down from top to bottom, smashing his head! Since the stick was too close to him, there was no way to stop it, and the situation was already precarious.

Zhang Lingdao was also resolute, seeing that he couldn't dodge this stick, his heart was horizontal, and he faced Lei Zhen's head, and the strength of his whole body was a punch, and the internal qi of his whole body was concentrated on his fist.

As if it had been smashed on a hard piece of broken wood, a thud was heard, and Lei Zhen's head burst open like a broken watermelon.

And the stick that smashed on him finally lost its stamina and rolled down, Zhang Lingdao staggered up from the ground and looked at his fist in disbelief.

"I didn't expect that I would just punch him and kill him to death! Life in this world is really fragile. He directly used his internal qi to shake away the blood in his hands, and supported his body with a long sword.

Although the stick before was not solid, it was not comfortable, he felt that the shoulder blade on his left arm was shattered, if it hadn't been for Lei Zhen's early death, maybe half of his body would have been shattered.

Zhang Lingdao struggled to support his body, slowly walked two steps, and leaned against the wall on the side.

"Shhh This guy really has a lot of strength. Zhang Lingdao leaned his sword against the pillar on the side, took out the four anti-scatters from the backpack space, and scattered them on his broken arm a little awkwardly.

It was at this time that he saw something else in his backpack, which was a porcelain bottle wrapped in red linen, with the words "Huoyang Pill" written in traditional Chinese, which seemed to be another kind of healing item.

He hurriedly picked it up and took a look, and sure enough, the simple introduction said that this is a holy relic for healing, and unlike the four rebellions, it is taken internally.

Although Zhang Lingdao already felt a warm feeling exuding from his left arm, which seemed to be slowly improving, he didn't have so much time to wait, so he had to open the porcelain bottle with one hand and pour a fiery red pill into his mouth tremblingly.

Then he sat cross-legged on the ground, following the internal power running route in his memory, recuperating his body. I don't know if it was because of his strong recovery or the good effect of this medicine, but soon, he felt a tingling pain from his left arm, and his shoulder, which was completely unable to move, gradually regained his vitality.

Zhang Lingdao tentatively moved his shoulder, and as expected, he had fully recovered. Since he couldn't notice the physical problems anymore, he didn't bother with these anymore, and hurriedly turned over the cliff.

Time waits for no one, he has been delayed for too long before, and he actually said that he didn't do anything really delayed, it was a series of events, which had already made him feel anxious.

The moon was approaching the western sky, and what he could see was that in the far east, there was already a faint hint of fish belly white, and the time was not early, at most two hours later, the sun was about to go up the mountain.

And on the mountain road in front of him, a huge shadow appeared in front of him, it was a very tall building, or to explain it as a building, it was a bit inaccurate, this was a pass blocking the mountain road.

If you zoom it in, it's a very tall wall. Zhang Lingdao thought in his heart: With such a tall building, there must be a magnificent temple on this mountain.

But where there is a high mountain or a cliff, there must be a mountain temple and a sect, as for Zhang Lingdao, why does he know that there is a temple on it? It's because when he was in the tea shop, he had heard people talk about it.

Just as he was observing this building, in the shadow of the stone in the corner, a shiny bald head appeared, and he was looking at him, "Amitabha, the donor is from the water pavilion?" ”

Zhang Lingdao looked at his dress, it seemed that he was a monk, and he didn't think it would be a person from the Bloody Cloak Building, so he hurriedly stepped forward, "I don't know what the master has to say?" ”

The monk looked him up and down, "Young man, please take a step to speak!" With that, he stepped into the shadows deeper.

Zhang Lingdao followed, and at this time he realized that when he looked out from here, he could see almost everything around him, but when he was on the road before, he didn't notice this place at all.

"A place so hidden that the master has found." He opened his mouth and said, thinking that the monk must have found him here before he came, so he called him over.

"Amitabha, now is not the time to say this." The monk recited a Buddha name, "The donor is here to save people?" ”

Zhang Lingdao nodded, "Exactly!" Don't know the master? ”

The monk shook his head, "I'm just an ordinary monk, if the donor wants to save people, then hurry up and go to Huaqing Temple!" Master Meng Shi is now in a precarious situation, if it is delayed for a while, I am afraid that the monks and soldiers of this temple will not be able to save him, and I have come down to ask for help at this moment. ”

"I'm going to get there!" Zhang Lingdao's face became very solemn, "Don't wait for a moment to stay, I'll go!" ”

"Wait!" The monk whistled, "Donor, wait, the poor monk has a fast horse here, please ride the horse and hurry there as soon as possible!" ”

At the sound of his whistle, a horse rushed out of the mountain forest, it was a snow-white horse, it looked handsome, and it was a peerless horse.

"Thank you, Master, farewell!" Zhang Lingdao jumped up, jumped on the horse, took the reins, and ran up the mountain road without too many words.

"Amitabha, may the benefactor have a safe journey!" The monk recited the Buddha's name again, and then disappeared in the dark.

Zhang Lingdao drove the horse, under the light of the moonlight, galloping on the mountain road almost non-stop, and the huge building on the top of the mountain was really presented in front of him.

The mountain gate alone is not much smaller than the big halls of his sect, and he already knows that Zhenwu is one of the eight wildernesses, a sect respected by the world, and this temple is just one of the many temples in the world, and such a grand style also occupies a very important position in the entire rivers and lakes.

"Huh......" when he was away from the temple gate, Zhang Lingdao was very decisive and dismounted, and now he doesn't know the situation in the temple, he had better still be careful, otherwise he will ride in and catch some people's ways, which will be very bad!

Tethering his horse to a stake beside him, he climbed to the gate of the mountain by the root of the wall, and found a heavily shadowed building sign, in which the cat inspected the temple.

Sure enough, no wonder the monks went outside to ask for help, there were many people in the bloody building standing densely inside, looking at the dress, similar to those guys patrolling in the field, thinking that the combat effectiveness should not be less.

"Try to find a way to sneak in first, there's really nothing you can do, let's kill it again!" Zhang Lingdao thought, stepped on the tiles upstairs, and slipped in around the vestibule.