Three days is enough for the Rainstorm Sect to digest the grief of Liu Tiangang's death, as well as to reintegrate the internal forces, and completely gather the Thousand Miles Illusion and the Heroes Association within the sect, but it is still called the Thousand Miles Illusion to the outside world, so as to paralyze Zhang Weiwu, after all, Zhao Chunhan, the head of the Thousands of Miles Illusion, is a distraction, and the head of the Rainstorm Faction, Pear Peanut, that is Zhang Weiwu, may not be able to easily deal with a sect master.

Li Awl ran away quickly, he was not worried about Ding Mao, Gu Kill or Beichenxing such characters, after all, although they are officials, they also have this side of being afraid of the so-called "bandits", especially Ding Mao, the master of Jindan is not fake, but it is not the whip of the chosen one, and it is not clear with the Heavenly Evil Temple, as long as his whereabouts are exposed to certain sects or certain channels on the rivers and lakes, of course, the killers and enemies will flock to him, and then he will be a mud bodhisattva crossing the river. After all, after the end of the Crying Buddha, the trend of killing bald heads has risen in various places, and once it is recognized as an evil monk, then wait to be hunted down.

Li Awl understands Master Ding Mao very well, and it is the safest and probably the only way to reach the destination in the team of the Tianxing Martial Arts Hall, as for the dove killing, Beichen Xing, they all have enemies to chase and kill, naturally it is not a secret, especially Beichen Xing, Tian Wanzai really wants his life, which has nothing to do with Ying Shixuan.

He ran away, and then from the early hours of the morning until the third pole of the day, there were people constantly coming in and out of the town, and the Tianxing Martial Arts Hall was almost unaware.

After all, the town is still a bit large, and the people of the Thousand Miles Illusion are still very good at disguise, and they don't really converge in the direction of the inn, but like the townspeople wandering around, it is naturally difficult to be noticed.

【Noon】

"Master Ding Mao, thank you so much this time!" Old man Zhang and Master Ding Mao talked happily in a private room isolated by a screen in the hall, the people of the Tianxing Martial Arts Hall have no prejudice against the monks, because the tragedy of Feiyan City or the destruction of the Buddha is not related, they are a perennial dart practitioner, even if the girls are all female disciples with sharp hands and feet, these lewd monks will not think of touching it at the first time, they are still immersed in the happiness of the prince and daughter of the Zhao family, they were burned to ashes by the sudden nuclear explosion. "There is no soul under the nuclear bomb" has nothing to do with the Tianxing Martial Arts Gym.

Ding Mao has no conflict of interest with him, and he was assigned by the imperial court to go with the Tianxing Martial Arts Hall half-public and half-privately, and such a bodyguard doesn't know where to find it, Old Man Zhang is naturally very polite to him, of course, he is not too polite, because Zhang Weiwu behind Old Man Zhang is the real whip of the Chosen One, and Ding Mao in front of him is not.

"Alas, you're welcome, you're welcome!" Ding Mao put his palm on his chest and said very dignifiedly, at this time he couldn't see the characteristics of an evil monk at all, but like a pure monk: "The poor monk is just a coincidence, just by the way, not to let the donor be so polite, let's just take what we need......!"

Before his voice fell, his face had changed slightly, and a pair of pale eyes stared at the wide open window beside him for a moment.

This window is also strange, it is obviously wide open, but it hangs down a gauze curtain, looking out from the inside, you can also see the street scene outside, you can look in from the outside, it is a moon-white curtain covering the window. At this time, Ding Mao's face changed, and a black mist-like aura slowly rose from his body, and his expression was also solemn and even a little annoyed......

A young man had just walked into the inn, this person was carrying a coiled package and wearing a silk robe, he didn't look like a porter in a hurry, but like a boy who went out to play, this kind of son who came out to play alone...... It's almost certainly a charlatan.

The young man looks very handsome, but his expression is as cold as a sword, of course, he has a sword hanging from his waist, and the ebony scabbard should be swallowed with silver, in short, it looks expensive, a few hundred taels of gold are indispensable, he carries a small bag on his back, it is estimated that it is just clothes and silver money, etc., it is so good to wear, and he also carries a sword, obviously his family is good, he dares to come out alone, and his strength is generally in the realm of qi (it cannot be a distraction depending on his age), but I don't know if he has used the Chosen Spear like Zhang Weiwu, in that case, at least it is the strength of the Chosen Whip, it will be terrible。

Old man Zhang opened his mouth, and was about to ask someone to inquire who this person was, so as not to be a person who was a thousand miles of illusion to sneak in and make an internal breakthrough. I heard a "pop!" sound, and Master Ding Mao almost slapped the table apart with one palm.

"Ten Thousand Sword Hearts!" his voice suddenly became yin and yang, startling the old man Zhang. Old man Zhang didn't know that this was the performance of Master Ding Mao's magic skills, and he felt that there was a dead gray cold air gathered around him, and he couldn't help but snort.

"Poor monk, go and meet the ten thousand donors. Ding Mao slowly exhaled a breath, as if to calm the anger in his heart, before he slowly stood up, turned the screen, and saw that he was about to outflank Wan Jianxin-

Old man Zhang suddenly felt a terrifying cold, that cold was completely different from the cold air emitted by Ding Mao just now, as if the wind suddenly leaked from a certain hell, and a chill blew directly from the underworld Yama to the world.

The chill carried a violent and obvious paralyzing force, which made Old Man Zhang no longer swing, but he felt as if he had been frozen into a whole piece.

Old man Zhang's feeling was not an illusion caused by mental stress. Behind him, outside the Fulin Inn through the window and the curtain, there was a silver-haired young man standing in the window, reaching into the window, and his strange actions aroused the vigilance of several boxers guarding around the inn, and also caused the Rainstorm faction to gather a few helpers to pay attention. The young man almost reached out and lifted the curtain, the tips of his fingers lit up with the characteristic flash of the battle spirit incarnation, but nothing came out after that. His hand didn't turn into the limbs of any animal, nor did it become a killing tool made of joints, but it just released a cold ice flower and withdrew it from the window.

The moment the cold ice soul qi fluctuated, Master Ding Mao, who was walking towards Wan Jian Xin, suddenly stopped and looked back suddenly.

Old man Zhang was completely frozen in a huge icicle, which was something that the most powerful battle spirit qi and the most powerful cold poison on the rivers and lakes could do.

"There are masters! It may be ten thousand people!" Master Ding Mao immediately stared on guard, the palms of his hands, where the evil god soldiers were originally inlaid with them, had already turned into two real frog eyes, but they were almost the size of the entire palm.

He turned around like a whirlwind, spread out his palms, and put on a wrestler's posture of battle, and there was no cold soul energy coming out of his body, because he was using the battle spirit transformation at this time.

He was facing the frozen old man Zhang, and a strange and crazy look gradually rolled in his white pupils.

After the silver-haired young man came back, he seemed to hesitate for half a breath before making the next move.

According to the assumptions of those who were secretly watching him, he should hurry towards the main entrance of the inn at this time, rush into the inn and continue the pursuit of his enemies, or put down what he was about to do and turn and flee. His action just now didn't look like a posture that could kill the enemy with a single blow, so the next action was nothing more than these two actions, continuing to attack, or missing a blow and flying thousands of miles, but he didn't take such measures.

All of a sudden, his body became transparent, the whole thing transparent, not the skin or muscles.

He was transformed from a living young man into a faint apparition in an instant, and the ghost easily passed through the wooden façade of the inn and entered the inn, the scene was like a ghost being sunburned, giving a strong sense of unreality to all who observed him.

"What the hell during the day?" thought a lot of people who saw it.

While the silver-haired young man turned into a phantom, he also did one thing, which was to pull up his hood.

The silver-blue phantom easily passed through the wall and appeared behind Old Man Zhang, who was frozen in the cold ice at this time, unable to break free and not dead, like a person who had been kidnapped and knocked unconscious. The silver-blue phantom slowly materialized, turning into a slender but thin and immature silver figure, and the silver-colored robe looked a little dazzling in the cyan robe that filled the room.

The silver-robed man shook his shoulders, obviously a little dissatisfied with the fact that Master Ding Mao had become alert, and at this time, Wan Jianxin had already found a place to sit down, and the couple were crossing the threshold.

The actions of the four of them have nothing to do with the actions of the Rainstorm Faction, as the vanguard of the assault, Niu Defu had no idea that these four people could actually come to help, of course, only the two of them could really help, Wan Jianxin was actually just-

An illusion, a phantom that is really used to assassinate Ding Mao or kill or something else related to the Heavenly Evil Temple.

Like now.

The moment the two of them stepped into the threshold, they saw Wan Jianxin, who had just been arranged by Xiao Er to sit down, suddenly stood up and silently pulled out the long sword of Yama, but he pulled out not a heavenly expedition, but a blue lightning.

The lightning turned into a thick wave-shaped light, and suddenly illuminated the entire hall, and the people of the Tianxing Martial Arts Hall became alert, but they saw that the lightning light seemed to absorb Wan Jianxin's entire body, and completely turned into a huge thunder and lightning spear, stabbing at Master Ding Mao's back, and the span of that move was simply five zhang away.

The electric current was silent, did not drive a trace of air, and it was not in the same system as the ice battle soul at all, so Master Ding Mao was unaware, and he didn't feel the danger until the moment the electric current approached his body, but it was too late, he was hit by that electric current, and then paralyzed.

The powerful electric current not only paralyzed his motor nerves, but also caused great damage to his body, and the high temperature generated by the current through his body was enough to necroze most of the muscles in his body, but fortunately, Master Ding Mao was not a weak person, although the strength of Jin Dan's peak had not yet been completely transformed into a battle stream, he already had a good battle soul beast. He roared at the moment when the electric current came, quite a bit like the roar of a Buddhist lion, and that roar was like some kind of secret spell of the Heavenly Evil Temple, which still separated his soul when the battle soul qi was condensed by the electric current, and it was almost completely impossible to count on.

Divine Skill: Battle Spirit Leaves the Body.

The two palms in front of the dantian erupted a large stream of silver-blue water from the palms, and the water flow was like the origin of life, converging into a spherical whirlpool in the air in front of his dantian, and a pair of metallic evil soul eyes naturally floated in the whirlpool.

The swirling water condensed, and instead of turning into ice, it turned into a large frog half a man tall. The frog is blue-green, translucent like all other War Spirit Beasts, and its blood vessels, bones, and internal organs can be vaguely seen through its slimy green skin. The moment the frog squatted on the ground, an incomparably powerful electric current was channeled away from Master Ding Mao's body, and he was attracted to the frog without much harm.

"Quack!" the War Spirit Beast let out a cry of pain, the fantasy creature completely condensed by the ice element did not run the attack of the ice element at all, but was very afraid of the collision of other elements, although the thunder and lightning did not restrain the ice, but the elemental position of the thunder and lightning and the elemental force field of the cold ice were at least incompatible, and the two different force fields clashed with each other, just like the conflict between the two air masses on the top of Wangtian Peak, they would be completely equal to each other.

At the same time that the frog was beaten by this huge thunder light, a pair of white evil god eyes, that is, the exaggerated frog eyes on the frog's head, turned blood red at the same time, and two dim blood lights suddenly shot out from the pupils, and actually turned around in the air, and at the same time went around the left and right sides of the icicles, and fell on the body of the silver-robed man who was caught off guard.

The silver-robed man, that is, the silver dust, immediately felt a bone-eroding coldness at this moment, as if he was in a pool of poisonous water on the Purple Blood Immortal Mountain, the icicles in front of him, Old Man Zhang, the inn and the frog disappeared completely, only an endless sea of blood, in the sea of learning, tumbling and floating white bones.

"Artistic conception!Spiritual Strike!" Yinchen immediately understood, the moment he was awake, the sea of blood disappeared, and he returned to the inn, and at this time, only Master Ding Mao, who had only the cold ice soul qi that could be used, had just started to rush here.

Yinchen knew that if he was replaced by someone else, he was afraid that he would be lost in the sea of blood, so he gave up resistance in despair and was easily killed by Master Ding Mao with one palm.

In fact, Master Ding Mao took a heavy and powerful step, and rushed to him in two steps, and Yinchen reached out with a palm without fear, pushing the icicle blocking in front of him aside, and freed his palm to swing it fiercely.

"Wyvern Strike Thief Flame Cannon!"