Fayuan Temple is the oldest famous temple in the capital, the mountain where it is located is called the origin of the mountain, not to mention any famous mountains and rivers, but it has the name of "Xiaoxian Mountain", because it is rumored that in ancient China, there were once masters here who became immortals on this mountain.

Since its establishment, the name of the Yanhuang organization has been set behind the Fayuan Temple, which was once a holy place used by the ancient emperor to worship the sky, and then it has been abandoned until it was rebuilt by the Yanhuang organization and became the base camp of the name of the place.

Chen Qingyang used to be the controller there, but now he has to break into it alone to save people.

The car was parked at the gate of Fayuan Temple, and it was already night when he hesitated, Fayuan Temple had already closed, and the empty door seemed extremely desolate and silent.

"You wait for me here, don't walk around."

Chen Qingyang opened his eyes, exhaled a breath of turbidity and said.

After more than an hour of pranayama recovery, his lost internal strength had already fully recovered, and his mental state was also at its peak.

"Brother Yang, be careful, you must save my sister back." Shen Haojun said with a hint of pleading in his tone.

"Don't worry, your sister will be fine." After Chen Qingyang finished speaking, he pushed the car door and got out of the car.

Glancing at Fayuan Temple, Chen Qingyang walked directly to the spacious mountain road on the left, and then quickly walked up the pitch-black mountain road.

The wind howled, blowing on people's faces like knives.

It seems to be raining soon!

At the end of the mountain road, there was a tall and tight iron gate, on which were written in bright red letters.

"Tourists stop."

The tight iron door completely blocked the view, and it was impossible to see what was going on inside.

As long as you pass through the iron gate, it is the territory of the Yanhuang land.

However, Chen Qingyang suddenly stopped, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he stared closely at the back of the iron gate.

"Bang dang!"

The closed iron door slowly opened, and two eerie voices slowly appeared in Chen Qingyang's sight.

The two of them were tall and short, tall with long hair and shawls, pale and cold faces, wearing a black trench coat, hunting in the wind, looking like vampires in the Western world.

The short one is a bald head, with six deep ring scars on the top of his head, and a string of Buddhist beads larger than his thumb around his neck, but there is a red fierce light in his eyes, like a demon who kills people without blinking.

Because the sky was too dark, the outlines of the faces of the two were blurred in the night.

But Chen Qingyang had already recognized who the two were.

The two strongest masters of the land number are also known as the guardians of the land number.

Sword slave and quit killing!

"Smack!"

A bolt of lightning seemed to split the sky in half, and the shocking white light shone on the two of them, and they could vaguely see a grim smile on their faces.

"Two seniors, long time no see." Chen Qingyang said in a calm and cold voice.

Sword slaves and quitting killing, long before Chen Qingyang entered the local name, they already existed.

Strictly speaking, the two of them are not from the Yanhuang Organization, they are just prisoners captured by the Yanhuang Organization.

Later, after the transformation, the two became the guardians of the land name, and the other three major brands also had such masters.

"Qingdi, you're back again." The man with long hair and shawl said in a grim voice.

His name is Sword Slave, a man who is so obsessed with swords that he is willing to become a slave of swords.

"Amitabha, Emperor Qing, your strength is incomprehensible to the old monk." Qu Kill clasped his hands together and looked at Chen Qingyang with a heavy face.

Chen Qingyang once comprehended the strength of the two, and he had never held up ten moves in the hands of any of them.

A few years ago, they were already masters of the powerful half-step innate realm.

But now standing in front of them, Chen Qingyang didn't feel any threat.

"Two seniors, are you trying to stop me?" Chen Qingyang asked.

Although Chen Qingyang and the two of them did not have much intersection, they had also drunk a few glasses of wine, although Chen Qingyang knew that the two of them were once murderous demons, but Chen Qingyang did not have the slightest disgust and disgust towards them.

"Blood Dragon's order, we have to obey." Quit Kill said with a self-deprecating voice.

The blood dragon is the code name of Movron.

They were not from the Yanhuang Organization, and logically speaking, they did not need to obey Mo Fulong's orders at all.

But now Mo Fulong's strength has surpassed the two, if they don't obey, I'm afraid there is only one end, and that is death!

"Then it looks like I'm going to have to fight two seniors." Chen Qingyang shrugged his shoulders and said indifferently.

"Qingdi, you better leave, you know our strength." Sword Slave said.

As he spoke, he slowly untied the black linen cloth from the weapon in his hand and replaced it with a blood-colored sword.

It's a very weird sword, and the reason why it's blood-red is because it sucks too much human blood.

The body of the abstinence from killing also instantly surged out a golden light, and the whole person was like a Buddha who was as immobile as a mountain.

Chen Qingyang knew that when he was once fighting with him, the two of them had not used all their strength at all, otherwise let alone ten moves, I am afraid that it would be one move, and Chen Qingyang would not be able to take it.

But now he is no longer the Chen Qingyang he was back then.

"Then I will have the courage to learn the skills of the two seniors again!" Chen Qingyang smiled lightly, then pulled his stance, and his hands formed into fists, revealing an offensive posture.

Feeling the strong fighting intent on Chen Qingyang's body, the two of them were also shocked in their hearts.

The Chen Qingyang in front of him didn't seem to be as weak as they imagined.

"Boom!"

A muffled thunder rang out, and the sky seemed to tremble.

"Whoa!"

Immediately after that, the torrential rain enveloped the entire land, and the clothes on Chen Qingyang and the three of them were instantly soaked by the heavy rain, and their vision began to blur.

None of the three moved, allowing the rain to pour down.

Until the next thunder sounded, the killing was the first to move, and the fierce light in his eyes was even worse, and he instantly turned into a killing god.

"The old monk comes first!"

His feet moved quickly, and he stepped on the bluestone floor, which could not withstand his force at all, and cracked in an instant.

In an instant, the golden light around him was sheng, and the torrential rain was directly evaporated before it touched his body.

Vajra enters the body, which is a hard kung fu of Buddhism, and an external practice kung fu derived from the magic skill of vajra.

Although it is not as good as King Kong, it is not bad for divine skills, but if you cultivate to the peak to the extreme, you can also be invulnerable and open mountains and cracked stones.

Jie Kill was obviously very confident in his body defense, and he didn't have any defense at all, and he used Luohan Fist with both hands to attack Chen Qingyang strongly.

The torrential rain could not stop the offensive of quitting and killing at all, and the strength and momentum were so strong that they were probably even stronger than the pastoral song.

Chen Qingyang squinted his eyes lightly, his body took a step forward suddenly, and the Overlord Fist shook out without hesitation.

The wind is fierce and the fist is shaking the sky.

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