Qin Chuan's footsteps would not stop because of a small evil cultivator, and he passed over the corpses around him without rummaging through anything.

He had more important things to do.

The ghost rain was falling, and the fog was filling.

In the process of moving forward, Qin Chuan had a deeper understanding of the breathing technique.

Gradually, he seemed to merge with the ghost rain and the fog.

Even if you don't deliberately restrain your pace.

But the sound of footsteps still blends in with the sound of rain.

Unconsciously, Qin Chuan approached the post house.

A flash of knife flashed.

The body of a monk had already fallen into the rain, and the ghost that had escaped from the body was entangled in the ghost rain and evil qi, which was very painful.

It was the knife used by the demon suppressor who had looked at him in the crowd before.

Qin Chuan didn't know his name yet.

Soon, he knew.

"Ding Lian, don't force me to do it." The monk led by Qingliang Temple spoke.

"Yuanzhen, if you hand over the Buddha bone relics, I will stop, otherwise you Qingliang Temple will die again."

Yuan Zhen: "I said, the Buddha bone relics are you taking care of, what are you looking for us to do." ”

Ding Lian sneered: "If you hadn't deceived us with fakes, my brother Guan Xian's arm would have been lost." ”

He pointed to a demon suppressor beside him, one of his arms gone.

Or right-handed.

Yuan Zhen shouted the Buddha's name and stopped talking.

Ding Lian stared at Yuan Zhen coldly, "Aren't you monks merciful?" Since the Buddha bone relics can solve the current troubles, why don't you want to take them out? ”

He took another step forward with the horizontal knife in his hand, the tip of the knife pointing at the monks.

For a while, it was murderous.

A young monk beside Yuan Zhen spoke: "If it weren't for the Taoist priest of Laoshan who committed suicide in vain, there would be no current situation." ”

Ding Lian: "We are acting on orders from above. ”

The young monk said sharply: "The will of the imperial court is also for you to protect the Buddha bone relics, what are you doing now?" ”

Ding Lian: "We are just borrowing the power of the Buddha's bone relics. ”

"Can the power of the Buddha bone relics be used here?"

"Could it be that the power of the Buddha's bone relics is more important than the lives of the creatures in this city?"

"If you can break through the realm, outside support will be able to come in."

"How long will it take? One day, two days, three days...... Do you think I haven't experienced anything like this? An uncertain wait can be hopeless. Ding Lian smiled hideously.

"That's just a matter of waiting."

"Yuanxin, no more talking." Yuan Zhen slowly opened his mouth and looked at Ding Lian, "The matter of the cultivator, use the cultivator's method to solve it, if Lord Ding, you lose, you will find a way yourself." ”

"What if I win?"

"Then you kill us all."

Ding Lian laughed angrily, "Okay." ”

"Your Excellency, let's do it first."

If staying in the city was just death, he would never be in such a hurry to leave. But he knew very well that the results left behind were worse than death.

Because compared to ordinary people, cultivators are actually prey to that kind of thing.

Once eaten, it is worse than going to the Infernal Hell, and there is no chance of even the afterlife.

He was willing to take his two sworn brothers and go out alive to be executed.

What's more, if you use the Buddha's bone relics to save the people in the city, there will definitely be a merit that will make the three brothers have a good birth in the next life.

It's just that the sin of killing Guangfa and releasing monsters will not be taken care of on them.

These things are no longer taken care of.

For now, let's grab the Buddha bone relics first.

Of the five demon suppressors who came earlier, three have been eaten and two are missing.

Compared with Qingliangsi and others who practice Buddhism, they, the messengers of demon suppression, are more favored by that thing.

Who knows when that thing will find them again.

The more time passes, the more cultivators it eats, and the stronger it becomes.

Can't wait any longer.

Before Ding Lian could draw out the knife, a powerful aura pressed towards Ding Lian first, and the surrounding ghost rain and evil qi were drained, and even the air was expelled.

Ding Lian only felt that a big mountain was pressing down.

However, his vigilance did not play a role in early warning.

"The method of binding thoughts in Qingliang Temple."

Qingliang Temple has a secret method that can restrain the killing machine in the mind and hide from the world. It wasn't until the time of the move that the killing machine bloomed.

However, this secret method can work, and it is also because of the current abnormal environment in the city, those fog and ghost rain, so that Ding Lian is always on alert, and his talent, in this environment, has almost been abolished.

Yuanzhen and then cooperate with the secret method of Qingliang Temple, which naturally has a miraculous effect.

Dante Lian didn't fully believe the nonsense that Yuan Zhen told him to do it first.

When that powerful aura pressed over, it was when Ding Lian held the hilt of the knife.

Although he didn't pull out the knife, the sword intent had already bloomed at the same time.

When the mountain-like aura completely fell, the horizontal knife was finally unsheathed.

Fists and knives are touched.

Rumble!

Yuan Zhen actually used the fist of flesh and blood to fight to the death with Ding Lian's horizontal knife.

Yuan Zhen's fist and Ding Lian's horizontal knife were strangled together in the air, and every knife and punch were extremely dangerous, and anyone who was not careful would immediately end up with flesh and blood.

Qin Chuan was secretly observing.

Yuanzhen's fist intent is like turbulent waves, and Ding Lian's horizontal knife is like a raging sandstorm.

The murderous and bloody qi are like a huge wave emptying, tumbling and rolling.

Ding Lian's horizontal sword's divine soul killing intent was simply not affected by the blood qi of the two fighting, and gradually diffused. This shows the peculiarity of the horizontal knife as a soul soldier.

The soul soldiers created by the soul forging method can not only kill and injure the soul, but also not be restrained by the martial arts blood.

It's just that the moves and kicks of the two of them made Qin Chuan a little disappointed.

"It's a little rough."

In fact, Qin Chuan recalled Yuanye's fist, and it was nothing more than that.

Perhaps the martial arts of Qingliang Temple itself are biased towards opening and closing, and one force will drop ten. And Ding Lian's knife technique is the knife technique on the battlefield, heavy killing intent, light change.

The killing moves on the battlefield don't need too many changes, and everything is based on quickly creating damage.

But in the end, Ding Lian was defeated.

Yuanzhen's strength is still above Ding Lian.

Ding Lian flew out with a mouthful of blood, clenched his horizontal knife, and fell to the ground with him.

"Big brother."

"In this case, how can you still use your soul to hurt me."

The killing intent of the divine soul of the horizontal sword is not affected by the blood qi of the martial arts, which is something that Ding Lian has long been accustomed to. But Yuanzhen has no soul soldiers, and he can escape from his soul at a critical moment and plot against him.

"How can you warriors understand what wisdom is. Monks are not suppressed by your martial artists. "Yuan Zhen seems to have changed a person, his expression is cold, or this is his true face.

He made a move.

"Interesting, do monks also kill?"

A black line appeared, and immediately gathered the fog and ghost rain, and an ink-colored dragon condensed and formed, getting bigger and bigger, getting thicker and thicker, twisting its body back and forth in the void, and finally the dragon's head was like a huge lion's head, hovering the void and releasing a dragon groan.

"Little Jiaowang." Yuanzhen's expression changed.

"Hand over the Buddha's bone relics, or die."

"Hide your head and tail, you think we'll be afraid of you? Knot the Vajra Array. Yuan Zhen said in a deep voice.

The monks quickly formed a formation, and with Yuanzhen as the array, a force that shattered everything burst out.

The surrounding fog and ghost rain suddenly emptied.

More than a dozen ink-colored dragons were formed, and they rushed towards the monks of Qingliang Temple in different directions. A large hand of King Kong between the illusory and the real appeared, one in the void, and then clenched it tightly, holding the ink-colored dragons that rushed over.

A sizzling sound rang out.

King Kong's big hand twisted away the ink-colored dragon condensed by the fog and ghost rain.

"Little Jiaowang, can you recognize the taste of my dragon catcher in Qingliang Temple?" Yuan Zhen said lightly.

In the void, an ink-colored dragon appeared, not a fog or ghost rain condensation, but a real dragon, with the power to shatter everything, rushing towards the Vajra Array.

"I don't know what to do." Jiaolong shouted.

The body of the ink-colored dragon was flushed with blood red, and it actually burned the precious essence blood of the dragon.

Yuanzhen felt the power of breaking everything, and knew that Xiao Jiaowang directly took out his hole cards. The last time he appeared in the post house, Xiao Jiaowang did not determine the specific location of the Buddha's bone relics, but this time he made a clear goal and finished his work in one battle.

"King Vajra is furious."

An illusory flame appeared, and the spirits of the monks burned.

This King Vajra Ming is angry, and it is their souls that are burning.

Yuan Zhen also knows very well that he can't keep his hand at this time.

The two sides chose to go head-to-head.

King Kong Ming is angry, burning everything, if it is a Dharma level existence, it can cross millions of resentful spirits and directly solve the crisis of Lingzhou City.

Yuan Zhen and others, of course, don't have that kind of ability.

However, their spirits burned, and they still caused damage to the little Jiao King.

The inky dragon let out a scream in the flames.

At this time, a small blood-red fire snake appeared in the anger of King Vajra.

It was the Sun True Fire that Qin Chuan cultivated, but he absorbed too much blood and became impure. In addition, there has been no sun in the last month or two, so the little fire snake has never purified the blood.

This is a hidden danger.

King Vajra's wrath purifies everything.

Nature can also purify blood.

The little fire snake broke in and sucked away part of the power of King Vajra's anger.

"And helpers."

Yuan Zhen saw the little fire snake, it was clearly a small fire dragon, but it was not fully developed. Mojiao is a genus of water, and the fire snake is a genus of fire.

As the saying goes, fire and water are incompatible.

But both are dragons, so they must be related.

Under the purification of King Kong's anger, the blood on the little fire snake's body quickly faded.

On the other side, Mo Jiao was churning, and he actually smashed into the King Kong Array and collided with Yuan Zhen. A Buddha bone relic burst out of Yuanzhen's body.

Jiaolong grabbed it directly.

On the other side, the blood on the little fire snake was also purified by the anger of King Vajra Ming.

It was really the anger of King Vajra Ming that burned out of the souls of these monks was too strong, which saved Qin Chuan a lot of hard work.

The little fire snake followed the inky dragon.

"East China Sea Mojiao!" Yuanzhen lost the Buddha's bone relics, and the hatred was endless.

The enmity between Qingliang Temple and the Mojiao clan in the East China Sea is completely settled.

"Thank you for your help." A few miles away, Mo Jiao finally paused and looked at the little fire snake beside him.

At this moment, the surrounding void suddenly burned with thunder talismans.

Five Thunder Talisman's Golden Thunder Talisman.

It was made by Qin Chuan with Yuanye's painstaking efforts.

There are ten in total, and Qin Chuan has used them all.

Mo Jiao was stunned, and before he could react, what was going on.

As the power of the Golden Thunder Talisman appeared, a strange and majestic spell appeared in the void.

"Nine Heavens Xuansha, turned into divine thunder.

Huanghuang Tianwei, lead it with a sword. ”

This feeling is both familiar and unfamiliar to Mo Jiao, who has just survived the Transformation Thunder Tribulation. Dead memories attack him again.

(End of chapter)