Chapter 143: Surname

After a hundred years, this is the first time he has specially appeared to give instructions, so why not listen to him once.

Master will never go to great lengths to get in touch with her and kill her.

In the mighty soup of the river waterfall, the two lines of small characters with shadows are bright and scattered, the river is more imposing, and the endless rumbling sound seems to urge her to make a decision quickly.

Zhang Zheng's eyes were firm, and he replied respectfully: "Qing Zheng is willing." โ€

When the tail note fell, it was like a zeolite falling into boiling water, and the two lines of small characters suddenly rippled, dissolving into a fist-sized transparent water mass, which fluctuated and undulated, and turned into a galloping electric light towards Zhang Zheng.

Zhang Zheng only felt that his body and soul were suppressed by the power of heaven and earth, and he had no power to move, nor did he have the heart to resist, his eyes widened, and he only saw the water mass in front of his eyebrows changing into a clear and bright "water" shape, rushing into the center of his eyebrows.

In an instant, the cool and cold meaning swept from the center of the eyebrows and surged to the whole body, even the spirit also felt cold, like frost from the inside out, but after the cold frost, it was like the beginning of winter snow, and the spring was warm.

The feeling of comfort made Zhang Zheng's face soothed, and his brows stretched.

But the joy was only a breath, and the relaxed expression turned into horror, and the eyes were full of horror, reflecting the surging and turbulent river tide, and the powerful momentum of destroying the world was ......

Rush to her!

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Ancestral hall of Zhidao Village.

"This is the ancestral hall in the village, you can't go in! Get me out of here! โ€

Second Uncle Jin opened his arms to block the door of the ancestral hall, his eyes widened angrily, and he scolded loudly.

"Hehe......" Hu Ke sneered, and pulled out his knife mercilessly, the sharp tip of the knife against Second Uncle Jin's throat, "Let it be let or not?" โ€

Behind him, there were four people dressed similarly to him, standing with their arms crossed, watching coldly, but it was not the five Upper Realm monks who had broken into the village at the beginning.

The sharp knife was like a basin of cold water poured on his heart, the anger in Second Uncle Jin's eyes subsided slightly, and he stared at the sharp knife in front of him in horror, and the cold light reflected on his rough face was really scary.

He swallowed in fright, his throat slashing across the tip of the knife, and the stinging pain hit from the cold where he wanted to catch it, and went straight to the heavenly spirit.

"No...... Can't get into ......."

His legs trembled, but the touch of his palms against wood was like an axe striking on his heart.

He can't let it, there is the ancestral hall behind it, and if he lets it, it's all over.

was pointed at by four big knives, and the onlookers dared not speak in anger, and they didn't even dare to come forward to help, and they trembled with anger.

Yi Yanshan and Yan Shaoting mixed in among the villagers, and when they saw this, they stepped out, but they didn't draw their swords, but just verbally scolded: "What are you doing here? Aren't you afraid of being driven out if you make trouble in the village? โ€

Lin Cen put away the big knife, his thin lips hooked up the arc of a smile, and persuaded with kind words: "The matter has come to this, why are the two Taoist friends persistent, isn't it good to cooperate with us to create this ghost place where no grass grows?" โ€

"Who is going to work with an ungrateful guy like you!"

Yan Shaoting snorted lightly, his eyes full of disdain, "I'm afraid that you will be killed before the river crosses." โ€

"Senior brother, don't talk nonsense with them." Chen Jianshui rolled his eyes, looked back at Hu Ke, who was struggling, and scolded sharply: "Why don't you hurry up and do it, do you want to be a family!" โ€

Hu Ke's body trembled, and he replied resignedly: "Yes, yes, I'll do it." โ€

His eyes were full of cruelty and viciousness, his nose was wide open, and his big knife was swung up, slashing straight at Second Uncle Jin's neck with a fierce wind.

"Bellโ€”"

The big knife was knocked away by a cup that flew from nowhere, and it smashed to the ground, sending dust everywhere.

"Who is it?"

Hu Ke shouted in horror and looked around anxiously.

The person who came was dressed in a light gray plain short coat and trousers, mixed in with the villagers, and stood out from the crowd at a glance, but when he looked at it again, he felt that he stood out from the crowd, and his temperament was like an empty valley orchid, and he was extraordinary.

Before anyone could introduce themselves, the villagers had already gathered around and shouted "Sir!" in unison.

It was this man who came forward to get the village chief to change his mind and allow them to stay in the village.

I didn't expect that a weak woman in such a vulgar and ugly village would have a good kung fu.

Lin Cen looked at the indifferent woman in front of her, thoughtful, and her tone sounded respectful at first glance, but in fact she was contemptuous, "I don't know what this girl's intention is to shoot down her junior brother's big knife?" โ€

This is the wicked who sued first.

The gentleman smiled like a flower, and asked rhetorically, "Why don't you ask your junior brother what he means by holding a terrifying knife?" โ€

Previously, he was knocked down with a big knife by a strange village girl, and now he was shot down by a weak woman with a cup, and the monk's face was almost pressed to the ground and rubbed.

Hu Ke bent down and picked up the big knife on the ground, angry, and roared angrily: "What if Lao Tzu wants to kill this slut!" Today I will see who dares to stop me! โ€

After saying that, the big knife slashed towards Second Uncle Jin who was sitting on the ground again, and the blade reflected the cold light.

"Pss

Blood spurted out and sprinkled all over the ground, and Second Uncle Jin's frightened eyes slowly closed, and his whole body was paralyzed, like a puddle of mud falling to the ground.

"Sir!"

The villagers exclaimed, grief-stricken, and were about to rush forward in a state of agitation, but were stopped by the sharp tip of the big knife in front of them.

"I'm fine."

The gentleman frowned slightly, and pressed the wound on the arm that was bleeding non-stop, and the bones were deeply visible, and the white bones of Sen Han were cut by the big knife, and almost the entire bone was cut off in unison, and the piercing blood soaked through the clothes and flowed down, accumulating a pool of blood.

Yi Yanshan subconsciously pulled out the long sword, but suddenly let go of the sword before it was unsheathed, and the long sword entered the sheath again.

Hu Ke shook the blood beads on the knife, kicked the broken cup on the ground, listened to the crisp clanging sound of the broken porcelain colliding, and sneered: "Huh...... Isn't it amazing? Why don't you continue to be majestic! Come, how about I pick up this cup for you and continue playing? โ€

The blood flowed endlessly, and he lost too much blood in a short time, and his face was extremely pale, as white as tissue paper, and his red lips were also blue and white.

But her expression was as calm as usual, only a pair of light and appropriate cigarette eyebrows frowned due to pain, "I can't beat you, and I can only shoot down your big knife by surprise, I won't fight you." โ€

Hu Ke's hideous face suddenly froze, and there was nowhere to vent the anger in his chest, and then he became more and more angry, and scolded unceremoniously: "If you don't fight, get out of the way." โ€

The gentleman shook his head and refused indifferently: "I don't want to fight you, but I won't let you enter the ancestral hall." โ€

"It's just a broken ancestral hall, what can't we enter! You get out of the way, we find the exit and leave, okay? Do you want to ask for yourself? โ€

The gentleman was still standing in front of the ancestral hall, without the slightest sign of serious injury, but he explained gently: "The ancestral hall is an important place in the village, enshrined in the tablet of the god, outsiders will enter at will will disturb the god, I am afraid that the village will no longer be peaceful, and you will not die well." โ€

Don't die well?

Several of the monks present looked suspicious, and then their expressions changed, revealing a contempt that could not be concealed.

The monk and the heavens are just a false god ancestor worshiped in a mundane village, if they are afraid to do such an unwarranted existence, how can they go high and far on the path of cultivation.

Chen Jianshui laughed disdainfully: "A good one can't die well, I want to see which immortal can make me wait for a good end." โ€

The hilt of the knife shot out like electricity, rushed to the front of Mr. and hit him directly in the chest, and the huge impact force knocked him away, knocked open the wooden door behind him, flew half a foot upside down, and smashed the hard ground.

"Vomit ......"

Unable to care about the wound on his arm, the gentleman leaned over, pressed his hand to his chest, and vomited out a large pool of black and red blood, which was dazzling.