When he saw the anger in Ling Yu's eyes, the Blood Monk was also taken aback. What kind of eyes were they? The eyes were blood-red, and there was not a trace of human emotion in them, and they were completely replaced by coldness, which was daunting and cold.

However, after all, the Blood Monk was an elder-level powerhouse of the Ten Thousand Buddhas, and he was also an existence in the Immortal Venerable realm, how could he be frightened by Ling Yu's eyes?

The Blood Monk snorted coldly, his eyes full of mockery, and said disdainfully: "Ling Yu, what can you do if you dodge my blow? Today, the three of you will definitely become the souls of my sword." And the Xuanmiao Nunnery that you just took over will also completely disappear in the Huaxia Continent, and the inheritance will be cut off! And you are the most incompetent nunnery master in the history of the Xuanmiao Nunnery, and you just took charge of the Xuanmiao Nunnery, and then you died!"

Speaking of this, the blood monk looked at Qingwan in the main hall through the window lattice, and a wisp of playfulness crossed his eyes. With a lewd look in his eyes, he continued, "I've changed my mind now, I don't think it's fun to destroy a Dao sect so easily. Why don't I include Xuanmiao'an under the door of my eternal Buddha, so that our disciples of the eternal Buddha will be very grateful, hahaha......"

"Blood Monk, you are really shameless! you can even say such obscene words, it seems that your fall here today is indeed due to providence. ”

Ling Yu stared coldly at the Blood Monk, although the corners of his mouth were raised, what appeared was a sneer. And in that sneer, there was an endless piercing killing intent permeating out. It seems that at this moment, Ling Yu is no longer a Chinese saint, but has turned into a netherworld Shura, holding the power of life and death of all things in heaven and earth, and wants to kill the blood monk.

"Hmph, don't be ashamed! Ling Yu, I admire you for having such courage, but I forgot to tell you that in this world, everything still depends on strength. You are just a small saint, and now that even the two brothers of the Heavenly Extreme Evil Ghost have been suppressed by us, what else do you have to rely on?" The Blood Monk met Ling Yu's gaze, as if he had already regarded Ling Yu as a dying person.

Ling Yu didn't pay attention to the blood monk's taunt, he turned his head to look at the ambush, clenched his steel teeth, as if he was muttering to himself, and as if he was asking about the ambush: "Yan Suyi's predecessor has already handed over the Xuanmiao'an to me, that is to say, the life and death of the Xuanmiao'an have been closely linked to me, and anyone who slanders the Xuanmiao'an deserves to die." ”

"Yes, you are now the head of the Xuanmiaoan, and anyone who is disrespectful to the Xuanmiaoan is your enemy. You have a reason to kill them, and you are doing the right thing for heaven. Fu Chao also stared at the Blood Monk tightly and replied to Ling Yu.

"The identity of the master of my Xuanmiao Nunnery was given to me by Yan Suyi's predecessors, and now she was killed by gangsters, it is my responsibility to avenge her, and I am duty-bound. Ling Yu's left hand, which was holding the broken sword, had begun to tremble, and that was due to anger.

"Yes, Yan Suyi is the last owner of Xuanmiao Nunnery, and as the current head of the nunnery, you should avenge him and let him rest under Jiuquan. "Fu Chao had already guessed Ling Yu's purpose, and he and Ling Yu had the same thoughts, so when Ling Yu spoke, Fu Chao's eyes were also cold, and his body was filled with murderous intent.

"Since that's the case, then let's ......" As for this, Ling Yu snorted coldly.

"We will avenge Yan Suyi, only in this way can we soothe the hatred of the disciples of Xuanmiao'an, and you can also be more at ease in charge of Xuanmiao'an, and you can also block those worldly mouths. Ambush took Ling Yu's words, and the killing intent in his eyes became stronger.

When the chaotic voice fell, there was not even a trace of hesitation, and nodded directly to Ling Yu, and the two of them rushed towards the blood monk at the same time as if they had agreed.

Ling Yu was nothing more than a Void Realm cultivator, but the momentum he displayed at this time was even more blazing than that of Immortal Venerable. The three-style sword technique seemed to be smelted into Ling Yu's flesh and blood, and every time Ling Yu swung his sword, the blue and white grass and trees, the boulder and gravel near the Xuanmiao Nunnery, and even the meager spiritual power in the void all turned into wisps of earth-shattering terrifying killing power, slashing towards the head of the blood monk like a sharp sword.

The ambush was also not to be outdone. As the first human race in China, since the chaotic one found his limbs and five organs, he has cultivated for thousands of miles. This change in him is not a recultivation, but a recovery. Because long before he was sealed in the Nine Desolations, the ambush was already a powerhouse that was proud of the ages. In the process of retrieving the stump, he is also recovering his former cultivation and spiritual power.

"Hmph, I don't know what the sky is high and the earth is thick!" Looking at Fu Chao and Ling Yu, who were desperately rushing towards him, the blood monk sneered and raised his magic knife to slash at the two.

However, just as the Blood Monk's magic knife and Ling Yu's broken sword came into contact, a crisp sound came from the junction of the two sharp blades. Then, the Blood Monk felt his breath stagnate, as if he had lost something precious.

He hurriedly looked at the magic knife and found that the magic knife had been shaken out of a crack at the moment when it struck the broken sword, and this crack was even bigger than the gap that had been shattered before. Moreover, the magic knife, which had already appeared to shatter, manifested itself like a spider's web under the power of the broken sword, and finally, with a crisp sound, the entire blade was like shattered ice, turning into countless tiny fragments and scattering on the earth.

This magic knife had followed the Blood Monk for endless years, but now it suddenly exploded, making the Blood Monk's heart ache. He gritted his teeth and stared at Ling Yu, and roared sharply: "If you dare to smash my magic sword, then use the broken sword in your hand to compensate!"

After the blood monk finished speaking, he directly threw the blood-colored demon knife aside, and rushed towards Ling Yu with his bare hands, wanting to snatch the broken sword from Ling Yu's hand. The Blood Monk is not a fool, he knows exactly what grade his own magic knife is. A sharp weapon that could smash the best immortal-level blade that he was proud of, how could it be an ordinary blade?

However, the Blood Monk still underestimated Ling Yu and Ambush's determination to kill him.

When the Blood Monk was just about a foot away from Ling Yu, Ling Yu suddenly swung the broken sword in his hand again. This time, Hongmeng in the three-style sword technique conjured up the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth, and countless runes turned into sword intent along with Hongmeng's qi, slashing towards the blood monk. The three-style sword technique is varied, and it is inevitable to avoid it.

On the other side, the ambush also performed the stunt of pressing the bottom of the box. The strange mace in his hand was like a brute weapon in the hands of a savage, and every time he swung it, there was a muffled thunderous sound of breaking through the air. Even when Ambush waved his mace, the strange divine power seemed to hit the blood monk's divine soul. Every time the mace was danced, the momentum of the blood monk weakened by a point.

At this time, Hui Chao also sensed a trace of abnormality, he originally thought that after killing the Heavenly Extreme Demon that Ling Yu relied on, Ling Yu should have no power to fight back. Unexpectedly, Ling Yu's potential was stimulated because of Yan Suyi's death. Every attack of Ling Yu was as fast as lightning and made people's hearts palpitate.

Thinking of this, Hui Chao knew that he couldn't drag it out. Ling Yu, the ant he once looked down on, was too weird, not only did he become more and more courageous, the more he froze, the stronger he became, and even his momentum and cultivation were gradually rising. Hui Chao was worried that if he continued to consume like this, Ling Yu would likely grow to the point where he could not control it.

So, Hui Chao directly raised the Nine Dragons Zen staff in his hand and rushed towards Ling Yu.

After all, Hui Chao was a powerhouse in the Immortal Realm, his speed was extremely fast, one moment he was still about five zhang away from Ling Yu and the others, and the next moment he appeared behind Ling Yu. Hui Chao's eyes were filled with terrifying killing intent, and he raised the Nine Dragons Zen Staff in his hand high and smashed it towards Ling Yu's head.

"Hui Chao, you dare!" Just when the Zen staff in Hui Chao's hand was only a foot away from Ling Yu's head, a loud roar suddenly came from afar. There was endless Dao rhyme in that roar, and Hui Chao was interrupted by the roar.

In fact, Xiao Hei also saw Hui Chao's movements, but the speed of the existence of the roar was outrageous. Before Xiao Hei even had time to remind Ling Yu, that being had already come behind Hui Chao, and a spear was placed on Ling Yu's head, shaking away the Nine Dragons Zen Staff in Hui Chao's palm.

The huge force came suddenly, shaking Hui Chao's arm numb, and the Zen staff almost came out of his hand. Hui Chao's heart sank, so he had to give up on Ling Yu and look behind him.

When Hui Chao looked back, he found that the person who stopped him was Jin Qianluo, who was suppressed by him with the Buddhist Gate Divine Bell. That golden bell is the nemesis of evil ghosts, what means did this golden Qianluo use to be able to break the confinement of the divine bell?

Jin Qianluo and Yin Jue didn't know what Hui Chao was thinking, and the two of them stood in front of Ling Yu, just like Ling Yu's two guardian spirits, their expressions were cold.

"You help me stop him, and I'll deal with the Blood Monk. I said that the Blood Monk must die today!" Ling Yu was not surprised that the two Heavenly Extreme Demon Brothers were able to break through the seal of the Golden Bell. Jin Qianluo and Yin Jue were the ones who dared to intrude on the First Realm, and even if the Hui Chao Technique had a restraining effect on the Heavenly Extreme Evil Spirit, they could not use the Divine Bell to refine the two of them.

Hearing Ling Yu's words, Jin Qianluo nodded to Yin Jue. Then, Jin Qianluo shook the spear in his hand, pointed directly at Hui Chao, and said proudly: "Hui Chao, you actually want to refine the two of us brothers with a Buddhist Divine Bell, it's just too whimsical!"

Ling Yu didn't pay attention to Hui Chao and Jin Qianluo, but directly raised the broken sword and continued to rush towards the blood monk. The blood monk killed Yan Suyi, and his sin was unforgivable.

"Ling Yu, do you think you can kill me with your hatred and anger? I am a powerhouse in the Immortal Realm, you are just an ant, I will always be your unattainable existence, you are destined to only look up to me!" the Blood Monk shouted coldly.

"Blood Monk, I will give you what you said to Xiao Yu as it is. You're just an ant in my eyes, if I want to kill you in the third watch, you won't be able to escape the fifth watch!" As soon as the Blood Monk's words fell, the Silver Absolute Death laughed softly behind him.

When the Blood Monk sensed that the Silver Absolute Death appeared behind him, he hurriedly turned around and looked at the Silver Absolute Death behind him. He knew that the threat to him from the Silver Absolute Death was far greater than that of Ling Yu, so he had to always be vigilant against the sneak attack of the Silver Absolute Death.

However, just as the Blood Monk turned his gaze to the Silver Absolute Death, he suddenly felt an inexplicable pain in his abdomen. His vitality seemed to be shattered in an instant, and it passed rapidly.

When the Blood Monk lowered his head, he saw the blade of a broken sword piercing out of his lower abdomen, and the blood on it kept dripping, which made him unable to believe it.

"You're right, I'm just a little saint, but I want you to remember that even if I'm just a Void Realm cultivator, you can't afford my anger!" When the blade pierced through the Blood Monk's lower abdomen, Ling Yu's voice like that from the Nine Nether Underworld came from behind the Blood Monk, cold and ruthless.