With the blessing of Lu Xuan's secret method, Cheng Lingzhu's heart settled down.

The Buddha hall is extremely tall, the stone steps in front of the hall are dark, the corners are broken and worn, and it looks weathered.

A weapon was taken out of the storage magic weapon by Cheng Lingzhu.

The object was wrapped in black silk, like a long sword.

Lu Xuan felt a little familiar, but he didn't think much about it, he just thought that this thing should be the secret treasure that Cheng Lingzhu brought out from the sect.

"You're here to protect my back."

Cheng Lingzhu stepped on the steps and turned back to Lu Xuan.

Her waist is slender and she can hold it, but where there should be flesh, she is very rich.

The robe seemed to be a little tighter, outlining Cheng Lingzhu's figure, and his back was very good-looking.

Lu Xuan suddenly remembered that many years ago, Cheng Hongtan had said something similar to himself.

The only difference is probably that Master, she is very poor, while Cheng Lingzhu's figure is really good.

With a slightly dazed expression, he nodded:

"I will live up to the trust of my fellow Daoists."

So Cheng Lingzhu relieved himself to hand over his back to Lu Xuan, one in front and one in the back, and boarded this Buddha hall.

………………

"Tuk, tuk, tuk......"

Approaching the temple gate, Cheng Lingzhu heard the sound of knocking on the wooden fish.

The sound is regular, or rather mechanical, with the same intervals, dynamics, and sounds made with each stroke.

When the two came to the front of the main hall, the door of the hall was open, and in the empty hall, there were four figures kneeling, all with their backs to the temple door.

From the side, you can see that the four people are holding the ganda in their hands, and they are using it to knock on the wooden fish, and the sound they make echoes throughout the hall.

Cheng Lingzhu noticed that these four figures were all wearing the clothes of Tianshui Guan monks.

Three of them were dressed in disciple robes, and the other was an elder robe.

They turned their backs to Lu Xuan and the others.

"Tuk, tuk, tuk—"

The next moment, with the sound of tapping the wooden fish, the four figures turned their heads together and looked at the two of them like marionettes.

His eyes are empty and dull, not like a living person.

The face is full of bitterness and compassion, but it reminds people of the clay sculptures in the temple.

"Tuk, tuk, tuk......"

The sound of the wooden fish sounded again, but the four figures did not turn around, the frequency of hitting the wooden fish became faster and faster, and the eight eyes stared directly at Lu Xuan and Cheng Lingzhu.

Cheng Lingzhu's breath stagnated.

In front of the four of them, in the deepest part of the main hall, where the Buddha statue should be enshrined, there was an extremely large black shadow.

The sound of the wooden fish became more and more rapid, and gradually became sharper, as if it had turned into a substantial awl, trying to tear open the minds of the two of them.

The four of Tianshui looked at Lu Xuan and Cheng Lingzhu, but their expressions were constantly changing.

The bitterness faded away, but a strange smile appeared on their faces, the corners of their mouths grinned, the flesh began to crack, and the smile almost reached their ears.

This appearance is very similar to the face behind the black-faced stone Buddha.

Cheng Lingzhu'e frowned and held the hilt of the sword.

What burst out of the scabbard was an overwhelming stream of dazzling blood.

The black silk wrapped around the long sword crumbled and peeled off inch by inch, and the long sword was unsheathed, bright as blood, and as bright as the sun.

Cheng Lingzhu stepped forward, her head full of green silk fluttering, and the moment she drew her sword, the hairpin shattered inch by inch, and there was no longer the ability to restrain her.

The aura on her body skyrocketed, her eyes turned red, and the agility in her eyes disappeared, replaced by a kind of coldness and indifference.

Lu Xuan's pupils narrowed suddenly.

It was not because of the changes in Cheng Lingzhu's body, but because of ......

The sword she used, he knew.

This dazzling blood sword is clearly Cheng Hongtan's natal magic soldier back then.

Judging by the breath that came out of the sheath, there could be no mistake.

But...... Shouldn't she have already ascended to the Upper Realm?

The natal magic weapon is very different from ordinary magic weapons, and since the day he set foot on the path, he has been cultivated by the monk, and he is already a part of the monk's body.

If you soar once, you must bring your own natal magic weapon to kill the enemy and protect the way.

Lu Xuan's heart sank slightly.

In the main hall, Cheng Lingzhu had already slashed out with a sword.

The Sword Zhai of the Crossing World cultivates the way of killing, and the four people of Tianshuiguan have already fallen into the devil, and she will not keep her hands.

The body of the sword is as red as the sun, dazzling, as if there is phoenix blood flowing, which is very amazing.

The blood-colored sword light wrapped in the sword intent of slaughter, crushed the bodies of the four people of Tianshui Temple, and then castrated unabated, slashing towards the black shadow in the depths of the main hall.

Cheng Lingzhu saw the true appearance of the black shadow clearly.

It was not that this sword light was too bright and dazzling, reflecting everything in the hall, but that the other party took the initiative to show its appearance.

The monstrous demon flame itself ignited, and the huge monster with a green face and fangs, a fleshy bun, and a blue-black flame burning in its eyes, was sitting on the lotus platform at the moment.

This is...... An evil Buddha.

This evil Buddha's body is huge, and just sitting, it is the same height as the hundred-meter hall.

Twelve chains extended from the lotus platform, binding and imprisoning the evil Buddha, making it impossible for him to leave half a step, but the pitch-black demonic flames shrouded around it, drumming out, still engulfing the sword light that Cheng Lingzhu slashed out, dissolving her attack.

Cheng Lingzhu raised his head, his eyes flashed with red light, his body did not retreat, he took a step forward, and raised his long sword.

At this moment, the momentum on her body rose again, and a vision was revealed around her, spreading out like a picture scroll.

Mountains and rivers are toppling, lives are ruined, corpses are mountains and seas of blood, crazy and terrifying.

Cheng Lingzhu stood on top of the crazy mountain and the terrifying sea, with a stretch of blood and bones under his feet, and the vision dyed the heaven and earth scarlet and dazzling, but the fairy clothes in the picture scroll were not stained with blood, but the red light in his eyes receded and converged, and his eyebrows and eyes were cold, like a fairy.

A blood-colored wheel of light unfolded, like a bright moon on the sea, and the crimson blood moon slowly rose and appeared behind her.

At this moment, the aura on Cheng Lingzhu's body had been raised to the peak.

She raised her hand, and the visions collapsed backwards, turned into a point, and stabbed forward with the momentum of the sword!

Like a hot knife cutting through butter, the hot oil poured into the snow, and the pitch-black demonic flames were separated by the sword and dispersed to the sides.

The sword is sharp, straight into the heart of the evil Buddha.

"Boom-"

The flames exploded and scattered in the sky.

In the chest of this evil Buddha, a huge wound appeared, which was transparent from front to back, and it was actually pierced by this sword.

In the eyes of the evil Buddha, the blue-black fire flickered, like a broken candle in the wind, almost extinguished.

The vision in the main hall dissipated, the red moon shattered, and Cheng Lingzhu fell from the sky, holding his long sword on the ground, barely supporting his body.

A pair of clear eyes, staring at the evil Buddha not far away.

However, the results disappointed her.

After a few breaths, the blue-black flame stabilized and burned again.

She sighed inwardly.

The gap between himself and the evil Buddha is still too big after all.

Even if this evil Buddha is trapped by the lotus platform, he has been sealed in this dead city for an unknown number of years, and his cultivation has regressed for an unknown number of years.

Its preserved strength is still terrifyingly strong.

She has a hole card in her body, and the Ancestral Saint Spirit Descent Technique that she has just performed is the strongest blow she can play at present.

However, the power of this secret method is limited by the strength of the caster himself.

The Jindan realm used its strength to exert its power, and the power was finally off the line.