Pilu Temple.

Compared with the lively reincarnation hall, the Pilu hall at this time is very deserted, and there are only two monks, Fa Zhi and Gan Yue.

I saw that on the main hall, the Buddha statue showed dense cracks, as if it would collapse at any time.

At the same time, black yin qi came from the base of the Buddha statue, like a spring that would gush out at any time, and if it weren't for the faint golden light blocking it, it might have overflowed long ago.

But even so, you can still see that the faint golden light gradually dimming.

Moreover, the temperature of the entire hall is extremely low, like a cold winter day, which makes people shiver.

"It's so rich in yin qi."

Gan Yue looked at the yin qi in front of him, and his brows twisted into a pimple.

Such a strong yin qi has never been seen even in the mass graves outside Yujing City, and the golden light of the Buddha Gate cannot be suppressed, which shows the horror in it.

Fa Zhi lowered his eyebrows and said: "Once the Buddha statue is broken, the sealed evil thing will come out, so this sealed thing must be suppressed again before today." ”

Obon, the smell of Buddhism is strong, and it is also the time when the yin qi is the weakest.

"I don't know how Master Fazhi is going to suppress this yin qi?"

Gan Yue asked in a condensed voice.

Fa Zhi stretched out his palm, took out a purple-gold lampstand, and said: "Originally, the Bodhi Bead of the Western Regions, with its abundant yang energy and profound Buddha righteousness, was the best thing to suppress this kind of yin qi, but it has been lost for decades, but the poor monk brought the purple gold glass cup, and the effect is not much different from it, but it still needs the assistance of Lord Gan. ”

With the appearance of the purple gold glazed cup, the originally cold hall also became warm.

"Okay."

Gan Yue nodded.

Fa Zhi then sat cross-legged and put the purple gold glass cup in front of him.

Then the surging internal force around his body frantically surged towards the wick of the purple gold glass cup, only to see that the wick was instilled with a huge internal force, and suddenly released a rich purple-gold flame, forming a golden light.

Wow! Wow! Wow!

The golden light shone brightly, and it was as if the entire hall was lit up.

The originally rich yin qi received this golden light, and suddenly became sluggish.

Seeing this, Gan Yue did not hesitate at all, and the internal force in his hand surged wildly, rushing towards the wick.

The internal force of the two first-grade masters was instilled away, coupled with the refining of the purple gold glazed cup and transformed into the golden light of the Buddha Gate, the yin qi seemed to have encountered a natural enemy, and began to shrink rapidly.

The temperature of the originally cold hall is also slowly rising.

Fa Zhi exhaled slightly, with the blessing of this purple gold glass cup, it seems that this seal can last for several months.

"Stepping on ......"

At this moment, there was a sound of footsteps outside the main hall.

However, because Fa Zhi and Gan Yue were facing away from the entrance of the main hall, they couldn't tell who they were.

"You two don't have to go through so much trouble, I'll take care of this breath."

The man chuckled, then pointed a little ahead.

"Not good!"

When Fa Zhi saw this scene, he immediately frowned.

Being able to quietly approach the Pilu Temple, that is definitely a master.

It was just a random point, like a raging storm, that exploded and hit directly on the golden light.

"Bang!"

The golden light was hit by this domineering impact, and it instantly cracked, and without the suppression of the golden light, the yin qi became active again, and the madness began to spread.

"Click!" "Click!"

The Buddha statue, which was already cracked, seemed to be unable to support it anymore, and it completely shattered with a 'coax'.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the yin qi like a mountain and a tsunami rushed up from the bottom of the Buddha statue.

Gan Yue's face was as cold as frost, and he slowly turned his head, only to see that outside the main hall, he was an elegant middle-aged scholar.

This person is not someone else, it is Li Fuzhou.

"Who are you?"

"The contemptible person's surname is Li, and his name is Fuzhou."

Li Fuzhou clenched his fists with both hands and said meticulously.

"Li Fuzhou!? You are Li Fuzhou, the master of the Demon Sect!? ”

A trace of astonishment appeared in Gan Yue's eyes.

The Fazhi monk on the side also raised his eyebrows, and a trace of shock appeared in his eyes.

...........

In the Hall of Reincarnation.

"Bell!"

A cold light struck from a distance, directly cutting off the long knife in Bian Fang's hand, and a piece of the blade fell directly to the ground.

"Who!?"

A drop of cold sweat appeared on Bian Fang's forehead, and he looked in the direction where the cold light came.

Not only him, but everyone looked at the past in their hearts.

Who the hell has the guts!?

Dare to do something at the Cao Gang's demon slaying conference!?

A navy blue-robed figure stood on the beams of the main hall, its face slender and its face could not be seen clearly, and it was carrying a long sword behind its back.

"This.... This is. ”

When Mu Jie saw the person coming, the fear in his heart seemed to be aroused, his throat was dry and cold, and he squeezed out a few words with difficulty: "Peerless swordsman!" ”

Mujay's words were like a boulder falling into the water.

"What!?"

Many masters have changed their expressions, as if they have been struck by lightning.

Isn't the peerless swordsman Xue Chen dead?

"Master, he'..... He was the swordsman of the night. Tan Yun was stunned when he saw An Jing who appeared.

Zhao Qingmei also raised her eyebrows, and said, "Don't be impatient." ”

I don't know why, but she always felt that this figure was very familiar.

It seems that Xue Chen, who was killed by the Cao Gang, does have a big problem, and since the main owner has made a move, then she is not in a hurry.

"Xiaojie, what are you talking nonsense!"

Mu Jinglun frowned and shouted.

Mu Jie looked at An Jing on the beams of the room, and said tremblingly: "Father, he is the peerless swordsman who fought against Tieyun Mountain that night, it's him, that's it, it's him!" ”

Mu Jie was the only one who saw the peerless swordsman fighting against Tieyun Mountain, and he wouldn't fail to recognize the peerless swordsman.

Everyone looked at the navy blue-robed man in front of them in disbelief, confused.

Guo Yuchun thought of something, and his face became extremely ugly.

"He... He's the peerless swordsman!? ”

A voice broke the silence, and the entire hall was filled with discussions.

"It turns out that he is the peerless swordsman, so to speak, that Xue Chen is just a fake."

"I said, Xue Chen's is only at the bottom of the tiger list, how can he kill Tieyun Mountain."

"The person in front of him is the peerless swordsman, and Xue Chen's momentum is a few points worse than this person."

.......

Everyone suddenly realized that the corpse that fell to the ground was not a peerless swordsman, and the person in front of him was the peerless swordsman who killed Tieyun Mountain, and what the Cao Gang killed was just a fake.

For a while, everyone's faces changed very wonderfully.

"It turns out that Xue Chen is a fake." Ouyang Yu also frowned slightly.

Who would have thought that the Flowing Blood Sword of Yipin Cultivation would be fake? And the real peerless swordsman is someone else?