The words were divided into two ends, and it was said that Chen Muzhi stood behind the monk Huitong and stepped on the Zen staff and flew rapidly.

Dark clouds overwhelmed the city, heavy rain poured down, and the neighborhoods and restaurants that passed quickly under their feet only had sporadic lights on such a rainy night.

However, such a rainy day did not have much impact on the monks. The "dust-avoiding" attribute on the robe shields the rain, and the spiritual power is used to the eyes, and the fire on the head of the iron-backed goshawk that is still spreading its wings and flying can be seen from a distance.

The golden Zen staff carried the two of them all the way north, passing through the city wall of the north gate of Beiyang City, passing through the official road, passing through the woods beside the road, and rushing to a small hill. The goshawk hovered on the top of the mountain, and only when Chen Muzhi and Monk Huitong came close to the front did they fly over like a bird and dissipate in front of Monk Huitong.

Monk Huitong reached out to catch the soul-nourishing wood that fell from the eagle's beak, and looked at the huge stone at the top of the mountain, revealing a dark red gloomy aura on such a rainy night.

"It's numb, it's not my turn to do good things, let me do the dirty work!" A wide, fat monk walked out of the door of the main hall with a lantern of dead wind and a dark yellow paper umbrella.

Quietly circling the temple for a week, they didn't feel the breath of people, the two had to quietly fall on the shadow of the front hall and look carefully, Chen Muzhi whispered: "Master, was Ruyi caught here?" ”

"It's not clear, but the root of the yin qi of this soul-nourishing wood must be here."

The sound of rain is mixed in, and there is no need to worry about being heard. The fat monk slowly paced towards the front door, slightly closer to the pillars, and did not watch out for the monk Hutong, who stopped him with one finger and dragged him to a dark place. Chen Muzhi also flashed out of the shadows, a bronze sword stabbed out, and asked sharply, "Say!" Where is the girl you captured being held? ”

Chen Muzhi was angry, and he didn't know what happened to Zhao Ruyi now, and the tip of the flying sword directly cut a bloody mark on his neck.

"Grandpa spare my life, I, I don't know......" The monk was fat-headed and big-eared, and was so frightened by the scene in front of him that he was incoherent, but he was still quibbling.

I can't help him talk nonsense, Huitong was born in the precept hall of Hongyun Temple, and there is naturally a way to deal with such a person, looking directly into his eyes, using the method of interrogation, the monk's eyes have been there, and he has a 1510 move.

"Did you kidnap girls everywhere?"

"Yes."

"Where are you locked up?"

"Below the main hall."

"Where do you get in?"

……

After asking a few questions clearly, Monk Huitong took out the Soul Nourishing Wood and finally asked, "Who gave this to you?" ”

"Yes...... It's ......" There was a clear silence, and the monk's body began to tremble violently, and the amplitude became larger and larger.

Chen Muzhi's heart became more and more anxious, but the monk shook his head violently left and right, and suddenly "Wow! A strange roar, eyes wide open! The black gas in his eyes flashed, turning into a cloud of black flames, and in the blink of an eye, it enveloped the monk's whole body, exuding an incomparably unpleasant corpse smell! The monk screamed, and in the blink of an eye, he was burned into a dark skeleton!

As soon as the mutation began, the two of them were shocked and dodged away together, and the monk of Huitong hurriedly said: "It's not good, this is the prohibition of demon cultivation!" ”

With the roar of the monk, the entire temple rumbled and moved, and from the lotus seat of the Buddha statue in the middle of the main hall, a large array shrouded in dark red mist slowly unfolded, and the air was filled with a cold and bloody atmosphere.

Before the Demon Cultivator's mountain protection array was fully deployed, a blood-colored pillar of light shot towards the two of them, and Chen Muzhi only had time to block it with the Qihuang Sword, and with a "snap", the flying sword that was finally refined in the door was hit in half!

Chen Muzhi's flying sword was destroyed, his heart was traumatized, a stream of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and his expression immediately paused.

"Let's go!" Thanks to the monk Huitong grabbing his collar, he didn't have time to use his Zen staff, he flew directly into the air, and flew over the wall of the temple with Chen Muzhi, and fell far away.

When I looked back again, the blood-colored array had firmly surrounded the entire temple.

"Which fellow Daoist is disturbing my cultivation?" There was a hoarse laugh in the array.

"Who is the demon cultivator, dare to act boldly in the territory of Hongyun Temple! Destroy the living! ”

From the blood-colored array, a figure dressed in a black robe appeared, and his body floated around, as if there was no support at all, but on the top of the black robe, there was a charred black skull, and at the original eye socket, there was a little dark ghost fire that seemed to be swaying with the wind.

"It turned out to be a senior monk of Hongyun Temple, Ji Ji, I am just a soul cultivator, and I don't rob your spiritual land. It's just borrowing the dark place under this boulder, and it doesn't hurt anyone. ”

Monk Huitong also sensed that the other party's cultivation should be under him. Huitong's own cultivation has reached the tenth layer of foundation building, and it is still a little bit close to consummation, and the other party's spiritual power cultivation should be in the early stage of foundation building, but this mountain protection array is troublesome.

"Strong words! Didn't you take the missing woman here? ”

", I didn't do it, I just need some souls."

Chen Muzhi hurriedly said: "Master, hurry up and save people!" ”

Monk Huitong took off the monk's robe on his body, revealing the metal inner armor of his upper body, with an awe-inspiring fighting spirit and a grim expression. He took out a small golden pestle from the storage bag and handed it to Chen Muzhi, "Wait until the fight starts, I won't be able to take care of you, this demon pestle has the attribute of suppressing evil spirits, you take it for self-defense." ”

"Thank you, Master."

Monk Huitong's cultivation is much higher than his own, so he naturally doesn't need to worry about it, after Chen Muzhi sincerely thanked him, he took the demon pestle, which was surrounded by the moral power of Buddhism, and it was quite weighty in his hand.

Holding it in his hand, the two cast resolute eyes.

The ghost fire in the soul cultivator's eyes slowly turned red, "In that case, you all die here." "The cold killing intent came with a bloody breeze.

Under the walls of the temple of Hongshi Temple, the rain-soaked loess was loosened, and the palms of each hand stretched out from the ground, some of the skin was pale and swollen, and some only the bones of Bai Sensen remained. One by one, they crawled out of the dirt pit.

Some of their faces were not yet rotten, and they could vaguely identify the women who had been taken captive before, as well as the monks in the previous temples, and the mortals who had broken in by mistake, all of whom had been tortured to death.

One corpse after another, after a few steps, all kinds of rotting flesh organs fell off their bodies, and they were controlled by soul cultivators to stagger forward.

……

At this time, in the half-step pavilion not far from the foot of the mountain, Mu Qingchen, who was dressed in white, seemed to sense something in his heart, flew out of the pavilion and looked up, only to see the top of the small hill in the distance, which was originally black, but at this time it was shrouded in clouds and mist, and the misty red light flickered uncertainly, which was by no means an auspicious omen.

Zhao Ruyi, who had the heart to go to find out and was worried about this, flew back to the pavilion, clenched his fists and said, "Something happened here, I'll send you back first......"

Before he could finish speaking, he heard the frightened neighing of the horses outside, as if they had been attacked by something.

The horse was on the carriage of the man in black, and the group of men in black was kicked into the pit by Mu Qingchen, who had listened to Zhao Ruyi's narration at the time.

It's not cruel to deal with this kind of lustful bad guy. In fact, at that time, I just asked them where they wanted to tie Zhao Ruyi to, and if they continued to ask, these people would also be burned to death by the black flame that was forbidden in their bodies.

The two hurried out, and after a terrible scream, the horse fell silent, except for the sound of the horse's hooves. The rustling of the woods, and the tooth-aching chewing of flesh.

Looking at the dark woods, Zhao Ruyi looked nervous, she didn't have the eyesight of a monk. Mu Qingchen took out a new fluorite from the storage bag, and the woods in front of him were illuminated by the light of the fluorite.

With just one glance, Zhao Ruyi couldn't help but let out a long scream, and those black-clothed people who were originally tied up, soaked in white bodies, actually gnawed at each other, one by one with stumps and broken arms, and rushed towards the pavilion with hideous faces.

"Them! They ......"

Mu Qingchen handed the fluorite to Zhao Ruyi, protected her behind him with one hand, and pulled out the Cold Jade Flying Frost Sword, "No, it's not a living person." ”