As far as the eye can see, it is a miserable look. Unarmed civilians were escorted to a certain place in groups by monks armed with swords, while some of the seemingly more prime-aged people were shackled to prevent escape.

Coincidentally, several monks and soldiers came over, because the unique nature of the innate master was very attractive, and naturally many people also saw a mysterious visitor wearing a mask. However, it didn't seem to be easy to mess with, and those monks and soldiers didn't want to do much, so they just took a few glances and closed their eyes and continued to press the people to walk.

Seeing that those monks did not provoke themselves, the faces behind the masks were also unwavering, just dodging, and then disappeared.

The monks and soldiers who noticed it were shocked and exchanged their heads one after another. After all, such a ghostly figure is either innate, or a martial artist with a profound body method, no matter what, it is not the cause of them and others to eat sin.

Qing Ming, a monk of the Qing character generation, was originally a deacon of the outer court of the bitter extinction Zen, he has always been in the temple to boil his body, practice martial arts and chanting, and occasionally teach the little novice of the Jingzi generation, and recently with the bitter extinction of the Zen realm to open the mountain gate and feel comfortable.

"Bang bang bang, bang ......"

The hurried knock on the door made Qingmiao slightly displeased, so she had to put on her clothes and look at the few women who were almost silent on the big bed and reluctantly left.

The door of the house was pushed open, and Qingmi, who had a * face, saw that it was the Jinghuai of the senior nephew, so he asked, "It turned out to be the Jinghuai senior nephew, what is the matter?"

Jing Huai had long been accustomed to the things in the house, so he directly explained the situation: "Uncle Shi, when many senior brothers were detaining those two-legged sheep in Momai Village today, they saw a ghostly figure. Dressed in a gold-rimmed black robe and wearing a black dragon head mask, he disappeared in full view of everyone after only appearing for a few breaths. The little monk probably thought that those congenital masters came to make trouble, so he came to report to his uncle. ”

"Oh, dressed like this, I'm afraid that he is a demon evildoer, my Buddha is merciful, if he really comes to disturb my determination to destroy the Zen realm and calm the world, he will definitely have no return. The benevolent voice of the mouth and mouth had a sense of fear in the ears of the women behind him.

And in the distance among the trees, Bu Qianhuai watched everything coldly.

"Such a treacherous place, I turned a deaf ear, it's really ......" The fortune of Tai Chi with his left hand turned into Tai Chi, and directly melted some branches beside him to vent his anger: "It's really good! Now that I have the strength, I can kill happily!"

Qingmi, who had just wanted to go back to the house to continue to enjoy, suddenly felt an inexplicable killing opportunity, but looked around to no avail, and this move fell into Jinghuai's eyes with some horror.

"Uncle Qing, but Uncle Qing noticed something wrong?"

Among the crowd, he was most afraid of panic and suspicion, and Qing Miao was only a fleeting feeling, he had not gone out in the temple for a long time, and now he had already lost his vigilance and waved his hand directly: "It's okay, just strengthen your vigilance in the past two days, and pay attention to the movements of the mysterious masked guest by the way." After all, the two righteous paths of our southern Ten Thousand Sword Mountain and Tongtian Sword Domain are attacking the Great Spirit Dynasty, and they can't let go, and the mountain and river channels have just experienced the rise and weakening of the Four Elephant Sword Sect and the Heart Sword Pavilion among the nine great sword sects, and the territory problem is very tense, and it is not easy to make a move. Therefore, we must catch more two-legged sheep in the limited time and contribute to our Buddha. ”

"The disciple received the order. ”

The moon is dark and the wind is high, and the day of murder and arson. Under the thick moonlight, only the mournful screams resounded in what should have been a silent night.

Night vegetarian, wind cold, knife cold. Bu Qianhuai stepped directly on the most central house, after a short day of investigation, a large part of the reason why the surrounding towns were empty was the looting of the Bitter Zen Realm and the escape of the people, and in addition to some that had been taken away, the most dense number of people here was this Momai Village, backed by a dilapidated town that was burned by arson, and almost all the people were caught in it.

The thud of the bonfire and the cries of the imprisoned people, as well as the helpless begging for mercy of many women not far away, all stirred Bu Qianhuai's reason.

Clenched his hands, he went directly to the house of the bald donkey, and faintly heard a miserable sound in the house.

Only this one monk is an innate body, and the others are some disciples of the early martial realm and a few stewards of the acquired realm, Bu Qianhuai directly slammed the roof with a punch and jumped forward.

Qingmiao's body trembled, and he suddenly looked at the comer, not feeling the fluctuation of the true yuan, but only frowning a little. Because there is no sound and there is such power, it is absolutely innate. Judging from his makeup, it is not like the right way, it is the mysterious mask guest that Jing Huai said in the morning, and if the strength is far beyond his own self-heating, he should have come early, and he didn't have to wait until the monks were tired for a day in the evening to start, so it was judged that this mask guest and his own strength should be equal.

"Who are you? ”

It was unbearable to see, Bu Qianhuai snorted coldly, and answered with a punch in his right hand!

Qingming bared his elbows, but he was shameless, and directly punched out the big arhat with his right hand, and with a bang, he was suddenly blasted out of the room. The monks and soldiers who heard the strange situation came one after another.

looked at Qing Ming, who just spit out a mouthful of blood, nodded and thought: "Take my move but don't break your arm, but the Bitter Destruction Zen Realm has some strength." With his hands behind his back, he looked coldly at the unclothed Qingmi: "Bald donkey, you do things like this, you lose your conscience, do you really think that no one cares?"

"Hmph! The people who hide their heads and show their tails, don't dare to show their true faces to everyone, and still act in vain?" looked at more and more monks and soldiers, just took the robe and put it on, pointed at Bu Qianhuai and said: "It's better to be honest and report your name?"

"Hahaha...... Hahahahaha............ha

looked up to the sky and laughed, but it made Qingluo and the monks and soldiers feel like a great enemy.

Suddenly looked at Na Qingmi, moved Tai Chi with both hands, and went straight to the head: "Dead man, you don't need to know so much!"

The void destroys the real hands, is as skillful as Si, each with both hands, and the goal is Qinglu, the bald donkey with the highest strength. Qing Miao didn't want to be killed, so he punched out directly, and the phantom with golden light had a hint of holy flavor and bombarded both palms, but the fist shadow was like light and shadow, and after entering Tai Chi directly, it was completely silent, like a bottomless pit devouring everything.

Seeing Tai Chi attacking, Qing Meng stepped forward to deal with it, and said: "It turned out to be a bull's nose!

Increasing jokes, subduing demons and eliminating demons, but even demons are not ashamed of their own bodies, how to say that they kill demons, Bu Qianhuai didn't care about anyone, and ran directly to Qingmiao's body, and the two small Taiji were combined into one, only to hit the door.

Qingluo is to respond to all changes with the same, his legs are tied to the horse, and his hands are struggling to push up, and his fist is amazing. But it was Tai Chi that contained all things, and Qingmi's hands directly turned into nothingness, directly letting him withdraw his hands and leave. But Bu Qianhuai is bound to kill in one fell swoop, his right hand is turned and dragged away, Tai Chi is held in his hand, and then his hands are round, the Tai Chi is turned into a circle, directly Zhenyuan rushed, Tai Chi ball rushed to the panicked Qingluo, this moment of Qingluo only feels regretful, if you are not greedy for pleasure, stay in the Zen realm of suffering with peace of mind, that kind of ......

The figure falling into the dust further highlighted the power of the mysterious masked guest, and the surrounding monks were frightened, either kneeling on the ground and begging for mercy or fleeing in all directions.