Compared with the monk sect, the religious atmosphere of the mortal kingdom is strong, and those legendary monks and strong monks, and the world's high monks and old Taoists will become their beliefs, and enjoy incense offerings.

Monks and strong people are naturally very happy to enjoy incense offerings, which contain the power of faith of all beings, whether it is turned into their own means or against the heavenly calamity, it has a powerful effect.

Therefore, the monks are willing to help the mortal kingdom fight against the catastrophe, and the power of the endless incense is not weaker than the spirit stone.

To the west of the city, the smoke of incense is shrouded in the top, this is a temple built for a Buddha who has been blessed with the world, the plague spread in the past, the Buddha chanted the true scriptures to get rid of the evil, and finally kept a stable party, and the corresponding also enjoyed the incense offering.

Now countless pilgrims from all walks of life come here to incense, so that this place appears sacred and solemn, several rolls of incense slowly burning, rising faint fireworks, the clay statue of the golden Buddha in the Buddha shrine meditates cross-legged, the disciples of Buddhism leave a few people to meditate and practice in this place, receive the secular people.

In the Buddha shrine, there is not only the clay statue of the Buddha, but also the statue of the Buddha, the expression is solemn and solemn, the eyes are meditated, the ginger tassel is covered, and the incense is surrounded near the golden body, which is ethereal and difficult to find.

Ling Shuang restrained his breath, walked into it like an ordinary pilgrim, lit a number of incense candles, bowed to the ancestor of Buddhism on the futon, and quietly placed an aura charm in the Buddha shrine when everyone was not paying attention.

The practicing Buddha noticed the movement, just said a Buddha name, continued to pinch the Buddha beads in his hand, did not remove the qi amulet, and then closed his eyes and meditated.

Liuyun Taoist Temple in the east of the city, this place is built for a monk who resists the tide of beasts, countless halls are densely packed in all directions, and the statue of gods stands in a forest, and the clay sculpture in the middle is the image of that monk, holding the dust and standing lightly.

Ling Shuang, who had a restrained atmosphere, stepped into the hall, burned incense and washed his hands, worshiped the temple one by one and burned incense, and also pasted the qi charm on the clay statue when passing by the statue of the monk.

In less than half a day, many temples and Taoist temples in the city have left qi amulets, relying on the power of a city's incense to fight against the blood body, although I don't know the strength of the other party, but it will not be without the power of a fight.

There are still countless speculative people in the city who spread the blood pill, and the warriors who have tasted the benefits have brought more people, which is also expected, but there is no way to stop it.

There are three key points to this:

First, they couldn't perceive the evil contained in the blood pill, and it was difficult to convince the public.

Second, even if they know the problem, they will take risks to try, and there will never be fewer people with a speculative mentality.

Third, there are countless warriors in one city, not to mention that the people of a hundred cities gather here, and there is no way to know how many people are taking the blood pill.

Three problems make this matter very tricky, if it is to be completely solved, at least the bloody plan needs to show clues, and this also falls into passivity, fortunately they are in the shadows, as long as the means are prepared, there is naturally room for reversal.

And now, Ling Shuang has prepared the means in the dark, just waiting for the bloody body to appear and punish the evil in one fell swoop.

In the city, several warriors were competing for the opportunity, and inexplicably turned into blood mist, slowly drifting towards the mountain col outside the city, hiding in the clouds and mist in the mountain, unnoticed by others.

Outside the shop, the warrior guarded the door, only to see the flesh and blood melt, turn into a faint blood-colored smoke, drift out of the city, and then disappeared.

Outside the city, although there is not the slightest trace on the surface, a huge grotto has been dug underground, and an altar is placed in the grotto, and three blood-colored incense sticks are shrouded in blood mist.

The blood mist slowly condensed, making the incense stick gradually extended, and if you didn't look closely, it would be no different from ordinary incense, and it would be difficult to detect the problem.

A man in black walked out of the shadows, his dark eyes staring at the blood-colored incense, and he said to himself: "It's okay right away, since Luo Tiandian doesn't let me become an immortal, then it's enough to turn into a demon." With that, the monster laughed, but there was a tear in his eyes......

Laughing to the point of madness, I saw the man in black frown, put his hand on his heart, and a sword mark containing immortal qi passed through the soul body, leaving a faint red mark in his heart, sighed, and then urged the evil power, and the blood mist rolled to melt the immortal qi.

Two days later, the warriors who kept missing in the city were also discovered, and the blood mist that burst out from time to time also caused panic in the city.

But knowing this, what can the warriors do, or continue to turn into blood mist one by one, and who can stop it? As long as the person behind it is not exposed, everything will continue and the situation cannot be controlled.

During this period of time, there were constantly high-ranking monks and old Taoists who were born, and they used their own means to probe the martial artists who took the blood pill, but they could only vaguely feel a trace of extremely evil aura, let alone take action to solve this disaster.

The curse of the afterlife continued to linger in the city, causing the others to panic all day long, and no one knew when they would turn into a blood mist and dissipate into the world.

The sound of the dragon's chant came from the sky, and a Tsing Yi sword cultivator appeared in the city, with a clear yellow gourd hanging from his waist, and glanced at the sky, only to feel that the evil blood mist was diffused, and he stepped out and disappeared from the city.

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There is an evil valley not far from Baiduan Mountain, it is rumored that Luo Xian once killed evil demons here, and after countless years, there is still a raging sword qi, because of Luo Xian's magical powers, this place is frozen all the year round, only a tomb is guarded by the long sword above, only a little frost and snow remains.

I don't know how many years, no one has set foot here, and now there is indeed a black dress on the side of the tomb, silently staring.

The long sword noticed it, and trembled slightly, and the man in black looked at the long sword above, the gloom in his eyes disappeared, and his gaze became soft, as if he was tracing the past along time and seeing the past.

Qinglong groaned, Jian Xiu stepped forward, slowly walked towards the man in black, and then said, "What are you going to do?" ”

Glancing at Sword Cultivation, the man in black returned to indifference and said, "The Green Dragon makes it okay." ”

The Green Dragon Envoy sighed and said, "Even if I give you the Demon Demon Bead, how can you fight against Luo Tiandian, with one against a hundred or with one thousand?" Aren't you very clear about Luo Tiandian's strength? ”

"So what? It's a big deal, and it's just a matter of death. In this life, Luo Tiandian will definitely collapse and make those so-called Luo Immortals tremble. The man in black smiled fiercely, the bloodshot in his eyes spread, a strong sense of madness spread, and the ice and snow in the wind also scattered in all directions.

Just as the Blue Dragon Envoy was about to say something more, the man in black turned and walked into the darkness, turning into a shadow, and he could only sigh before Edgeworth left.

The wind and snow are still falling, and who knows the sword mound here, and who knows who sleeps alone under the sword mound.