The fat monk chuckled in his heart, his face changed drastically, and he secretly thought that this time he had really provoked a ruthless character - the demons of Dawn were all extremely vicious, and the Buddha Lord himself came down to subdue them. Even if this guy in front of him is just a fish that has slipped through the net, it is definitely not something that his gang can eat.

His eyes flickered a few times, his face was calm, and he sneered: "It turned out to be the remnants of the morning light!" The old man is looking for you, and you dare to go back to the net! ”

"I also have something to ask you......" Jiang Chen gritted his teeth and said, "Please tell me, what crime did Chenxi commit, what kind of heavenly rules did she violate, and why did she provoke your sanctimonious demons?" ”

There was a strong evil aura coming out of his body, and the fat monk suddenly felt like he was standing in front of a hungry beast, his hair stood on end, his legs were weak, and he was almost unsteady on his feet.

The fat monk's teeth were fighting, and he said tremblingly: "Old man...... The old man is just doing what he is told, and he doesn't know it—"

"Bang!"

With a cracking sound like a watermelon being smashed open, the fat monk's head exploded, and red and white things scattered in all directions.

Jiang Chen withdrew his fist, looked at the headless corpse on the ground twitching and trembling, and said expressionlessly: "If you don't know, go to Elysium to ask Shi Futu for me, and tell me in my dream at night." ”

After a brief shock, the monks behind the fat monk raised their sword and Zen staff and rushed towards Jiang Chen, shouting that they would break his body into pieces.

"And you bald donkeys, help me ask too."

Jiang Chen said, suddenly turned his footsteps, his figure flashed, and he had rushed into the crowd, as if driving the red tide, and the place where he passed aroused a scream and scream.

Shocked by his emotions, he did not draw his sword, but struck directly with his bare hands, plunging into the chest of his enemies and crushing their throats.

The hatred in my heart is inexhaustible!

The blood of the enemy is endless!

This team of warrior monks all have a physique of about three or four orders, and they can already be called a very powerful force in Xining City, but in front of the Xuangang powerhouse, they are like animals waiting to be slaughtered, and they have no power to fight back.

Except for the armies that formed battle formations, otherwise before the "Upper Three Realms", no matter how many there were, there was no point.

The bloody rain swept through the streets, and the Grim Reaper swam in the bloody rain, harvesting life freely.

In less than twenty breaths, all have fallen.

Jiang Chen stood in a pool of blood, exhaling a breath of turbidity, covered in blood, and shocked.

The taste of such wanton killing made him sick to his stomach, but the grief and anger in his heart were still staggered in his chest.

Just like a strong liquor drilling through the throat and covering up the pain with a spicy taste, it is no wonder that countless people have fallen into the devil's path.

But that's not enough, I hate too much, I don't kill enough!

Jiang Chen raised his head to identify the sun, and strode towards the west.

Su Yunqing came out of the shadows and watched the bloody scene all over the ground in silence.

The pungent smell made her nauseous, and the figure of another distant figure shocked her from the inside out.

It turns out that hatred can make such a huge change in a person, and the once kind and simple boy has now become Shura and embarked on a road of no return.

If Ah Xi knew that her sweetheart had become like this, how miserable would she feel?

Su Yunqing froze in a pool of blood for a moment, and then chased in the direction Jiang Chen left.

Western suburbs, Inspiration Mountain, Futu Temple.

When he was young, Jiang Chen also went to the temple to offer incense and worshiped the golden body of the Futu sect leader. This time I revisited my hometown, it was a completely different state of mind.

This time, I didn't come to worship the Buddha. Just to kill, just to get revenge!

The monk halfway through did not understand what was happening, but felt a gust of wind blowing, and then his throat hurt, and his consciousness fell into darkness.

Su Yunqing chased to the foot of the mountain and saw several monks lying in a pool of blood, while Jiang Chen's breath had already climbed halfway up the mountain.

Seeing that she couldn't catch up, Su Yunqing hurriedly raised her breath and shouted, "Enough!" Stop—"

The shouts of Zhenyuan roared away, shaking the grass and trees in the mountain, and the afterglow coiled upward, echoing endlessly on the top of the mountain.

Su Yunqing believed that Jiang Chen must have heard this, but in her induction, Jiang Chen's breath did not stay for a moment, and rushed straight to the temple on the top of the mountain.

Futu Temple.

The monks in the temple have already discovered the crisis.

The abbot of the temple shrank behind the door in fear, watching a group of elite monks and soldiers set up in the open space as if they were facing a great enemy, waiting for the demon figure that was getting closer and closer.

The abbot twisted the Buddha beads in his hand, and kept chanting in his mouth: "The Buddha blesses, the Buddha blesses......"

Under the golden statue of the temple Futu Sect Master, a golden-armored warrior guarded in front of a dignified and noble slender figure, staring at the killing under the mountain with a solemn face.

When the demon climbed the stairs and walked into the square, and the figure was completely in the eye, a nameless fear rose from the depths of the golden armor warrior's soul, and his body trembled uncontrollably, even the golden statue of the Buddha Lord behind him could not dispel the haze of fear in his heart.

"Uncle Ping'an, are you afraid? Are you worried that you won't be able to defeat this demon? A slender figure behind him was wrapped in a white veil, and even his face was hidden, and from the white scarf came a childish and crisp voice like a little girl.

The golden-armored warrior bowed slightly and said, "Your Highness, I am not his opponent. ”

"Shall we run away, then?" The little girl's delicate voice asked.

"Nope! I will stand in front of the temple and fight to the death! The golden-armored warrior solemnly clenched his fists in front of his chest.

In front of the golden statue of the Buddha, who can escape? Even if you die on the spot and re-enter the Pure Land, it is better than tossing and turning in the earthly world.

The thin moonlight pierced through the clouds and slanted down on the white bricks of the wall, reflecting a dreamlike glitter.

It was the last tranquillity before darkness shrouded it.

Suddenly, I heard the sharp sound of the sword, and the blood splattered, floating up the wall, dyeing the original crystal pure color.

The fog of the deep night finally descended in a red color.

In a desolate atmosphere, the apologists formed a battle formation with trepidation and defended in groups.

Under the stairs in front of the square, Jiang Chen walked over, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Tell me, what crime did Chenxi commit?" ”

The crowd was dead silent, and no one answered.

The host shrank behind the door and said in a trembling voice, "You thief! Futu Holy Land, how can you be ferocious! ”

"Hahaha......" Jiang Chen looked up to the sky and laughed wildly, "What bullshit holy land?" The devil wears monk's clothes, and he dares to call it holy? ”

The laughter was sad and generous, and the evil spirit was churning all over the body, although there was only one person, it exuded a more ferocious momentum than thousands of troops!

The laughter still echoed in mid-air, and without warning, he suddenly moved, picked up the dark shadow of the sword, and passed between the two people in front, like a strong wind passing through the sky, unstoppable.

He took a few steps away before a sky of blood burst out of the two men's bodies.

The cathar finally roared in extreme fear, wielding his weapons to besiege the demon.

Jiang Chen fell into a battle formation, and the laughter did not stop.

With a sweep of the sword, someone fell.

It was the sword of vengeance, and it was the sword of madness.

The dark sword qi spread out, and the entire space seemed to be plunged into a gray-brown wave.

The fragile body was easily sliced open, and the blood gushing out of it pooled into the dark brown track, making a faint sound that was the Grim Reaper's chuckle.

The monks shouted and shouted, but they could not resist the wave of death.

They are warriors in front of the Buddha's throne, coming to welcome the jade girl, but before they can see the beauty of the jade girl, they have to sleep in this cold land.

If you see the opportunity quickly, those who want to take advantage of the chaos to escape are not as fast as that ghostly figure after all.