"Who?"

Hearing the human voice, the mandrill was decapitated in an instant, and the three of them all shrank back sharply, full of surprise and shock.

When I looked closely, I saw a ghost-like figure under the shadow of the lamp.

When the man stepped out, it really scared the three of them enough, and their scalps were numb.

It's just that this person has a disheveled head, a thick black short mustache on his face, and a burly and tall body, and he doesn't know how long he hasn't seen the light of day, like a savage, and it's hard to see his true face; However, the air dissipator is like a flood beast, making people feel like they are sitting on pins and needles, like a man's back, just like being in the ice and snow, and like a fire burning their bodies.

The man was still holding the head of a mandrill in his right hand, and he gently brushed it in the palm of his hand as if he was playing.

"Tenriky? Could it be that your surname is Feng? ”

Seeing that the person in front of him opened his mouth and broke his roots, the bald man was not surprised.

"Who are you holy? Dare to kill my beloved pet, die! ”

He held the soft whip in his hand, and when he opened his mouth, he had already shaken the whip out of his hand, fierce and fierce, and the whip shadow seemed to scatter into a rain in the sky, and he brushed towards the wild man in front of him.

But the man raised his hand lightly, and with a "snap", the soft whip exploded inch by inch in mid-air.

"Whipping?"

The bald man was excited, his eyes almost didn't pop out, but he soon showed surprise, "Senior, could it be that you and my brother have an old relationship, I can't hide it, my brother is Feng Jianqing, the leader of the Tianli Sect, but I was harmed by people in the past, I can only flee here, and I have no intention of breaking into here." ”

The wild man casually threw down the monkey brain in his hand and said casually: "Feng Jianqing? I don't want to meet acquaintances in this barren mountain and ancient temple...... The surname of the contemptible person is Chen, and the single name is a clumsy character. ”

At first, the bald man heard that the person in front of him was old with his dead eldest brother, and he couldn't help but secretly breathe a sigh of relief, just thinking that it was the rest of his life.

However, when he finished listening to the last sentence, the smile on his face froze instantly, and cold sweat oozed from his sideburns in a blink of an eye, "Chen ...... Chen Zhuo? ”

There are indeed old hatreds, old hatreds, and deep hatreds in the sea of blood.

The other two turned pale when they heard the word "Chen Zhuo", "Rakshasa ghost? ”

Poof!

The two of them knelt down together, "Master Chen spares his life!" ”

For them, this is a legendary figure, but also an immortal murderer, and it is rumored that if this person wants to kill a person, it will be impossible to escape death in heaven and on earth.

Chen Zhuo didn't look at the three of them, but looked at the murals on the wall, his eyes dark and deep.

The more he practiced, the more unpredictable he felt, and the more he practiced, the more profound and obscure.

For more than a year, he went out once except when he buried the corpse of Lianhua, and he has been practicing hard in the crypt, filling his essence with those natural treasures when he is hungry, and drinking the spring water flowing from the cracks in the mountains when he is thirsty, forgetting life and death.

The bald man saw that Chen Zhuo had never paid attention to himself, his eyes were dark, he had been dead for many years, how could he be killed by the neck, and he was willing to wait for death; If there is this amazing treasure, I will not let it go.

The two beside him also made eye contact with each other, not only did not retreat, but attacked suddenly, not retreating but advancing.

The three of them each had good tactics and attacked Chen Zhuo with a combined siege and killing momentum.

They were fast enough, but the firelight trembled, and their eyes were empty, and Chen Zhuo was gone.

Suddenly, two big hands pressed down in the air.

"Poof!"

The bald man then saw that the two people next to him were spurting blood mist, their faces were red, and their heavenly spirits were shattered, and they died of anger.

In an instant, all greed and murderous intent seemed to be washed away in the bone-chilling cold, and the bald man took a sharp turn for the worse, and his soul fled out.

Chen Zhuo glanced at the two corpses that fell at his feet, and then looked at the bald man who had half of his body into the crack of the mountain, his body twisted, into an unprecedented posture of strength, his trouser legs swelled, and he stepped forward, seemingly rising and falling soothingly, and then stepped out, and others had stood behind him silently, and as soon as he fell, he retreated.

In the dim crypt, it only seemed to shrink into inches, flickered, and then returned to its original place, as if it had never moved.

And the big man just fell straight down at this time.

This is the method he realized from these seventy-two murals, and the name is called shrinking the ground into inches.

Beckoning and falling, Chen Zhuo suddenly felt strange, turned his head to look, and couldn't help but look nervous.

At this moment, a sharp wind suddenly blew in between the cracks in the mountains.

He frowned, and looked at the seventy-two murals on the stone wall.

But I saw that the lifelike, fresh and agile women on it all seemed to be decaying and weathered, and clusters of faint blue fires were lit on it, like ghost fires.

It turned out that the sparkling brilliance was actually mixed with phosphorus fire.

The murals were burned by fire, and wisps of fire were spread in an instant, as if they were both prosperous and damaged, and the seventy-two murals burned in an instant.

Chen Zhuo's eyes widened, his black hair was flying, he didn't know whether he was angry or angry, he swallowed his breath violently, his chest and abdomen swelled, his five organs trembled, his cheeks were retracted and drummed, his fists were clenched, and then he opened his mouth and burst out with a majestic and angry tiger roar, which was like thunder.

"Ahh

The roar spread, and the qi was vigorous, rumbling and rolling through this crypt, as if the sky had collapsed, and the earth had shaken.

Everywhere the violent qi machine passed, all the powder, phosphorus and fire on the stone wall peeled off, and in a trance, the woman in the painting seemed to break free from the stone wall, floating in the air, moving with the wind.

For a while, Chen Zhuo only felt that there was an ephemeral figure like a ghost around him, and as far as the eye could see, it was full of crisp snow stocks, pink cheeks and slender waist, and his posture was fully displayed, charming and seductive, and there were ghost fires.

The seventy-two murals depict people all hovering in the wind around him in the crypt.

The roar is over.

Chen Zhuo's face was expressionless, he clenched his right hand and threw a punch into the void in front of him.

And those fleeting figures, everything, just smashed silently under his fist like a dream bubble, turning into dust.

Looking at it again, all the seventy-two murals are gone, leaving only shallow marks in the ravines and some mottled marks.

Finally, he glanced at the secret of the circle on the wall, he waved his big hand, slapped it with a palm, and the stone powder was scattered, and when the handwriting was erased, he swept into the crack of the mountain.

Inside the Daxiong Treasure Hall.

Seeing that the eldest brother didn't respond for a long time, the people above couldn't wait, and opened a secret way, and five or six people went down in a row, but just halfway down, a loud roar came out at the end of the mountain crack.

The screams came out one after another, and when the five people desperately crawled back, one by one bleeds from both ears, and two of them simply fainted.

Before all of them came back to their senses, a person suddenly flashed out of the entrance of the secret passage.

"Who?"

The shouting and shouting were everywhere, and the sword flashed.

The man was already outside the Daxiong Treasure Hall, and several people behind him were stunned, and he was about to turn around to chase him, but suddenly he seemed to be surprised by something, and he was busy touching his neck, only to see that his hands were stained with blood, and his face changed.

"Uncle spare his life!"

Seeing such ferocity, a few little minions were simply frightened.

Just before kneeling, a cold glow like a swimming snake has floated around the necks of several people.

"Alas, donor, why kill them all, there are a few young people who are not in the deep world, and they should be lost for a while."

Seeing that the bandits were dead and clean, and seeing that Chen Zhuo, who had collected the knife, had no chance of killing, a teacher sighed too much, and recited the Buddha's name with his palms together.

Chen Zhuo's eyes rolled, and those little masters were frightened like frightened rabbits, "You, you can't protect yourself and still have the heart to save others, if I don't kill them, you will die." ”

Looking at the corpses all over the ground, Mrs. Shi's face turned pale, and she pretended to be calm and said: "Old Ni thanks the donor for his help, I don't know how to be flexible, I just feel that it's a pity, the family and country are in turmoil, and these children should have done a lot." ”

Chen Zhuo replied: "There is nothing to be sorry about, right is right, wrong is wrong...... Master Lao Fu will temporarily close the temple tomorrow, and I will save you from the calamity under this secret path, otherwise you may not live long...... From now on, if anyone dares to make trouble again, they will report my name, and my name is Chen Zhuo. ”

The teacher nodded too much, and didn't ask much, but just replied: "Thank you, Master Chen!" ”

Half a month later.

More than 80 donkeys and horses came from Tianmen Temple, and there were seven ox carts at the foot of the mountain, which were fully loaded......

(End of chapter)