Behind him was Xia Ze, who was holding a sword through his body, and in front of him was a hundred sharp gun shadows stabbed out by Lu Yixiang. When his life hung by a thread, the statue of the boy decisively threw away the demon pestle in his hand, and then made a move to roll forward like a bull turning over.

This move is extremely insidious, which is equivalent to directly exposing Xia Ze behind him to a dense rain of guns.

He Xu cried out, had closed his eyes, and didn't dare to look at Xia Ze's miserable situation.

The imaginable picture did not appear, only to see Xia Ze stepping on his back, taking this as a fulcrum, tightly holding the hilt of the Eight Desolations Sword from the Fire, pouring thousands of catties of power into both hands, and forcibly picking up the statue of the Buddhist boy who wanted to roll.

Thousands of bullets rained down like a gushing torrent, mixed with the piercing sound of breaking wind, stabbing heavily on the idol and submerging into his body.

His body gradually became full of holes under the rain of spears one after another, and finally he had to endure the pain and turn around and grab Xia Ze's body.

Xia Ze had foreseen that he was going to counterattack earlier, so he had already put the blade of the sword across his chest, and with a loud shout, a red blade of light rolled up bursts of flames, cutting off the five fingers of the idol together.

In a hurry, another iron fist, which was filled with a faint smell of incense and a strong demonic aura, hit with a bang, Xia Ze couldn't dodge, snorted, and was blown away by a punch.

The figure that flew out upside down knocked down five temple courtyard walls one after another, and finally drowned in the misty dust, the statue of the boy god ignored the overwhelming rain of guns, and his mind moved, and the black demonic qi from the limbs and hundreds of remains, accompanied by a noisy loud noise, converged in his palm.

"Eight hot hells!"

On Diancang Mountain, the originally dark night sky was unconsciously covered with a layer of creepy red, and a huge whirlpool broke through on Diancang Mountain, and a ghost eye as big as a mountain peak slowly opened.

On the statue of the boy god, white dust continued to fall, gradually evolving into small and small cracks, appearing everywhere in his body, and he sighed helplessly: "If you want to use the complete Eight Heat Hell, it's a little difficult, then retreat to the second." ”

"Scorching hell!"

The vortex gradually shrank, and just as it was about to close, a fireball the size of a firefly fell from the ghost's eyes, and with the speed of the fall accelerating, when it fell to the ground, it was already the size of a grinding disc.

"Brother Xia Ze!" He Xu watched as the fireball landed where Xia Ze was knocked out.

A huge pillar of fire rose three feet high, accompanied by an earth-shattering explosion.

The shattered fireballs scattered into tens of thousands of sparks.

In an instant, in this ancient temple with a long history, a sea of fire was ignited, and many merchants and darts in the temple rolled and wailed in the sea of fire, and then turned into a steaming mist.

"Bichuro, stop quickly, turn back as soon as possible, and don't create any more murder." Liu Qingya looked at the people rolling in the sea of fire, and he was also powerless.

"I've changed my mind now, I'll kill you first, and then pull out that willow tree, and use the refining method to refine another body, wouldn't it be happy?" He smiled grimly, then slammed his feet on the ground and quietly killed in front of Liu Qingya.

"Hugh is rampant!" Lu Yi Lane, with a pick of the spear, an invisible energy exploded in Bichuluo's chest, and at the wound, black blood gushed out and fell to the ground, stabbing with a bang, and green smoke rose.

Bichuro snorted coldly, and with a wave of his hand, there were flames like a dragon crossing the alley, converging on his vajra from all directions, and the extreme heat made his vajra like a burning charcoal, and in addition to his temperament, he could still feel the terrible heat.

The vajra smashed down, Lu Yixiang turned his spear to resist, and the gun and pestle shook each other, and between the two, there was a wave of qi that spread rapidly.

The old man took three steps back, seemingly invincible, but in fact, he pulled away to make Bichuro relax his vigilance, and coldly stabbed out a hidden killing rifle.

An inch long, an inch strong. One inch is short, one inch is dangerous.

The red tassels of spears flew and obscured Bichuro's vision, and his throat was cold, and cold black blood continued to flow down his neck.

One shot to seal the throat.

"Win?" Lu Yixiang was overjoyed.

Bichulo, whose throat was pierced by a shot, picked up a stick, and the dazzling light of the fire almost illuminated this courtyard as if it were day.

At this time, Lu Yixiang also gradually reacted, this Bichuluo, most of them deliberately sold the flaws in front of him, tricked him into sealing his throat, so as to seize the gap and hit him hard. In this Taoxi Temple, Bichuro is equivalent to the lord here, and he can arbitrarily mobilize the power of the temple's incense to repair the body of the deity.

As long as it is not a fatal injury in an instant, it can be recovered in a few moments.

But it was too late, the light of the fire on the demon pestle had already reached his back, and the scorching flames burned the clothes on his back into flying ashes, and then the smell of his flesh being scorched by the flames.

Lu Yixiang's face looked like he was going to die calmly.

Liu Qingya, who had been gasping for a long time on the side, finally made a move at this moment, his steps were light, his hands were pinched, and he immediately recited silently: "Dead wood is spring." ”

In Bichuro's puzzled look, dense willow branches and buds grew on his body, which turned into arm-thick rattans in the blink of an eye, and wrapped around his body. Suddenly, thousands of verdant willow leaves, like sharp barbs, sank into his body little by little.

"Dead old woman! You are crazy! He yelled, but he couldn't break free no matter what.

Lu Yixiang's eyes were cold, his feet were separated from each other, and the spear was dragged backwards behind him, with seven feet around him as the boundary, and an inexplicable momentum was like a monstrous tornado, rising from the ground.

Bichuluo raised his eyebrows, this old puppet didn't want to fight hard.

The raging flames ignited on him, and as the flames grew stronger, the vines around him were burned black, and then fell to the ground, only after the original vines fell off, a steady stream of new vines grew from his body, clinging to his limbs like long snakes.

Blood flowed from the corners of Liu Qingya's mouth, and his body swayed.

"Heaven and Earth...... Same longevity! Lu Yixiang shouted! Then thousands of doppelgangers were divided, each holding a seven-foot spear, some virtual and real, and some strange; There is fiction and reality, and there is wonder and righteousness; Its advance is sharp, its retreat is fast, its potential is dangerous, and its knots are short; Motionless as a mountain, moving as thunder, everyone's marksmanship is different.

Bichuluo didn't dare to leave his hand anymore, and burst out of his body, shaking back a vine, and changing his body, from the original size of two zhang, his body climbed to four zhang high.

His eyes glowed red, like two lanterns rising in the air at night, and he raised the pestle and turned three times overhead, shattering the dark clouds in the sky, and then smashing it down.

Looking from the bottom of Diancang Mountain, you can vaguely see that there is an overwhelming fire rain falling on the location of Taoxi Temple.

Thousands of figures in Lu Yi Lane, armed with spears, and demon-slaying pestles burning with flames covering the sky, killed in one place.

There is constantly the figure of Lu Yixiang, which was blasted into powder by the fire rain, and on the surface of the demon pestle staff, the flame ghost and the old man fought together, all covered in blood.

Just as a powerful ghost was pierced by a shot, and then the old man's head was separated, and there was a strong blood in the air.

The demon pestle exploded with a deafening sound, shattering into countless pieces.

All the flame ghosts, the clones of Lu Yi Lane, disappeared.

In the monastery, there was an old man sitting on the ground, his hair was gray, his body was like dry bones, his eyes were closed, he bowed his head suddenly, and did not move.

Beside him, a four-foot-tall boy walked out, with a pair of big hands that did not fit his face, grabbed the old man's head and dragged him towards Liu Qingyi.

"Hey, no matter how stubborn you resist, it's not as simple as dying." Bichuro's eyes were fierce, and he sneered, and a slender nine-inch tongue stretched out of his mouth.

"Let him go, let go of the innocent people in this temple, and I will give you this demon pill that has been accumulated for hundreds of years." Liu Qingya was helpless, and suppressed his momentum, as if he had finally accepted his fate.

"That's pretty much it." Bichuro said happily, but soon said, "You have been my neighbor all these years, but you have repeatedly stopped me from abusing and killing merchants, have you ever thought about whether this is worth it?" For the sake of these pilgrims covered in copper stench, you have to watch yourself dissipate with heaven and earth? ”

"What's not worth it, I just don't think it's right." Liu Qingya was calm and smiled lightly.

"Do you really not know that the abbot of this temple is the reincarnation of the culprit who killed your family?" Bichuluo casually threw Lu Yixiang on the ground, clapped his hands, and looked at Liu Qingya with a look of ridicule in his eyes.

"Yes." Liu Qingya said lightly.

"Oh? Is your brain broken? My Qingshen Niangniang? A person who was spurned by the people, smashed his golden body, and exiled to become a poor earth spirit, can only parasitize in the willow tree, have you refined the demonic qi with me and the tiger demon all these years, and how many mouthfuls of incense have you eaten? Just for the sake of the so-called righteousness, we have to die for these lowly people. ”

"I really wonder if eating your demon pill will make up for my brain." He said leisurely.

"Aunt Qing...... Leave me alone..... Come on...... You can't give him the demon pill! Lu Yixiang vomited a mouthful of blood and groaned.

"What are you waiting for? Take out the demon pill, or I will kill the old man in front of you. He threatened.

"Aunt Qing!" Lu Yixiang was lying on the ground unable to move, his eyes were hazy with tears.

"Granny Greentooth! No! He Xu also shouted.

Liu Qingya's five fingers in her right hand were like hooks, digging into the cyan light on her chest, her face was painful, she screamed miserably, and suddenly pulled out a cyan bead.

"Here you go! According to the agreement, let them go......" Liu Qingya's face was pale, and his body was a little transparent.

Bichuluo grabbed the demon pill and pressed it into his chest, then suddenly raised his head: "Little ghost! Eventful! This king will kill you first to make you happy. ”

"You!" Liu Qingya's expression changed suddenly.

There was a huge palm shadow filled with a strong murderous aura, and when the lightning was too fast to cover his ears, it suddenly shot towards He Xu, Liu Qingya and Lu Yixiang were already too late to rescue.

Xiao Bai saw that the big thing was not good, his body twisted, and with He Xu on his back, he quickly disappeared into the clouds.

Boom, the clouds where the white dragon was hiding were annihilated in the huge firelight.

"If you don't believe your words, you will kill even a doll! You! Liu Qingya was sad and indignant, but there was nothing she could do.

"Save some effort, you can't beat me with this demon pill, without the demon pill, you are no different from a remnant soul now." Bichuro said.

Heavy rain suddenly fell in the sky, extinguishing the fire in the courtyard little by little.

The raindrops fell on Bichuro's body, blowing away the black blood that had flowed from his injuries, and he suddenly slowed down, and then wiped the rain from his face in horror, and his childish face began to collapse.

In the remaining firelight, a young figure faintly walked out.