The suburbs of the remnant maple city, the tree-lined ancient road.

At this time, it was evening, the sky was dark, the autumn wind was bleak, and the crows were flapping their wings in the high branches of the dense forest, and they were screaming, adding a little gloom.

He Qi did not enter the city, but walked slowly along the tree-lined path all the way out of the city.

The mountains are gradually rising, and the fallen leaves swept down by the autumn wind on the tree-lined path are piled up, showing that this road has been uninhabited for a long time and has been extinct for a long time.

He Qi climbed up a hill, and there was a dilapidated temple hidden in the barren grass.

The temple has been decayed, and even the main gate temple plaque can not be found, and it seems that in the autumn wind, the temple seems to fall down immediately.

Under the eaves of the roof of the temple is a dusty cloth ribbon with a white skeleton hanging from the end.

The two black holes of the skeleton looked a little scary, and the skeleton whined when the mountain wind blew, and everything looked eerie.

When He Qi searched for Murong Xu's soul, he found that there were as many as five people in this Broken Soul Zhuang Dragon and Tiger Real People.

Last time, there was Murong Jiu who escaped a catastrophe for the dead puppet, and Murong Xu, who was plotted by He Qi, in addition to these two people, there are three people, one is the head of the Broken Soul Village, Murong Li, he is a cultivator on the top of the mountain in the middle of the Dragon and Tiger, but the exercises are special when they are strong and sometimes weak.

The other two, one is Murong Chang and the other is Murong Yu, both of whom are early stage cultivators of Dragon and Tiger.

He Qi knew that it was okay to plot against a monk in the early stage of the Dragon and Tiger according to his own level, but it was very unwise to deal with multiple Dragon and Tiger monks, you must know that there were still three catties of nails in the broken ship, and he Murong Li was also a monk in the middle stage of the Dragon and Tiger.

If it is not necessary, He Qi does not plan to go head-to-head.

He Qi had already figured out his own fighting style, which was the potential monk who secretly killed the Murong family one by one, or the dragon and tiger monk who broke the Broken Soul Village one by one.

Starting from the plot, this can also be regarded as the reincarnation of the Heavenly Dao, and with the familiar methods of the Murong family, it pays tribute to their killer family.

And this nameless broken temple is a few important points of the Broken Soul Village, every time someone wants to ask the Broken Soul Village to make a move, it is convenient to light the rosin left in the temple in this broken temple.

He Qi stepped into the temple, the light in the temple was dim, the moonlight shining through the holes in the roof, and the faint glimmer only shone on the central area of the temple.

Hidden in the darkness is the Bodhisattva enshrined in the temple.

He Qi secretly thought, as a killer family, it is reasonable for the Murong family to worship a great god in his family's temple.

He Qi looked up and saw that in the darkness ahead, there was a green-faced and fanged Shura on the altar.

There are Shura Dao in the Three Realms and Six Realms, and the people in the Shura Dao are extremely ugly for men and extremely beautiful for women, but both men and women here have one thing in common, that is, they like to fight, that is from the bottom of their hearts, and they regard fighting as the pursuit of life.

Worshipping Shura as a killer is the right thing to worship.

He Qi looked around a few times, picked up the largest incense stick on the table, lit it with a fireball technique, and inserted it into the incense burner on the offering table.

After a few squeaks on the roof beams in the temple, a group of palm-sized bats flew out, and a lot of dust fell from the beams.

The temple was very gloomy, He Qi was motionless without a trace of fear, he urged Taiyi Wangqi Technique, and looked upward, He Qi showed a trace of indifferent sneer on his face.

"Murong is really scheming, this design can't be seen by others."

It turned out that the bat was an ordinary and ordinary bat, but the dust that fell was not only ordinary dust.

In the dust, there is a faint hint of unusual powder.

He Qi urged Zhenyuan to prop up an invisible shield around his body, and when the dust fell, nine out of ten were blocked, only the very little special powder, after falling on the shield for a moment, it was like a snowflake melting into the water, seeping into the shield, and then silently staining on the placket of He Qi's clothes.

However, He Qi did not stop all this, as if he had not discovered it at all. He sat down with his eyes crossed, quietly waiting for the people of the Murong family to come.

He Qi lit the thickest incense, this is to hire one of the most experienced killers, presumably it is a certain dragon and tiger real person from the Murong family.

Outside the temple, the night owl kept calling, and under the faint moonlight, a gray-robed man with a skull mask was walking in the wind, quietly landing outside the small temple.

This person looked into the temple, only to see a man in Tsing Yi under the statue of the god Shura enshrined, who was in the middle of his fugue cultivation, his expression was nervous, holding a long sword in his hand, and his five fingers grasped the hilt of the sword but kept trembling slightly.

The man in the temple kept turning his face and looked back, as if he was afraid that someone would stab him from behind.

Outside the temple, Murong Chang's expression was as usual, and even there was a hint of sarcasm under the skull mask, and he laughed at the other party's cowardice like a mouse.

He has seen a lot of people like this in Tsing Yi, who are generally important disciples of a certain family, and those who don't like to come forward by themselves often ask this kind of confidant to come to place an order.

Murong Chang used the hilt of the sword in his hand to push the temple gate that was half-concealed by He.

"Squeak" sounded, He Qi was startled, brushed and raised his sword, turned his head, and shouted: "Who, come out!"

Murong Chang was a few feet away, and he could hear He Qi's heart and his liver fluttering very painfully.

"Alas, which disciple is this, they have all cultivated to the middle stage of the fugue and are still so unbearable, is it that my Broken Soul Village is too famous over the years, or is this kid too cowardly?"

Murong Chang smiled a little under his skull mask and slowly paced into the ruined temple.

He Qi let out a weak divine sense, and looked up and down the long sword in the man's hand with nervous eyes, and then immediately said in a frightened and excited voice:

"The skeleton mask, and the white bone skeleton sword, the predecessor is a heaven-level soul breaker?"

"Exactly," Murong Chang replied in a cold voice:

"Boy, which family are you from, and who are you going to kill?" Do you know that this seat has a white bone skull sword, and you can get 10,000 high-grade spirit stones once you go out of the sword."

When Murong Chang spoke, he raised the sword in his hand slightly, the sword in his hand looked very good, very eye-catching and eye-catching, black and white, inky black scabbard, and white bone hilt. The sword swallow is a skeleton carved from white bone, and when the sword is unsheathed, the blade seems to spit out of the skeleton's mouth.

This sword gives people an indescribable eerie, weird, and terrifying feeling.

"Yes, yes," He Qi replied hurriedly.

"Who are you going to kill?"

He Qi hurriedly handed over a plain silk portrait from his sleeve. On the portrait is a stunning beauty, twenty-eight years old, and a small poem is inscribed on the upper right,

Murong Chang frowned when he took it, and read the poem lightly: "Hibiscus is not as good as beauty makeup, the water hall is fragrant with pearls and emeralds,—— remembering the flowers of Huanyanlou in Zezhou, Jiang Bini." ”

This is a prostitute!?

There was also a special red flower on the left side of the beauty, Murong Chang didn't understand it at first, and then took a look and found that it was repaired with dried bloodstains.

As a man, Mu Rongchang immediately understood what kind of blood stains this was, threw Su Juan in his hand, and reprimanded and asked:

"Boy, this Qinglou woman is the target you want to kill?"

After He Qi looked stunned, he smiled and said: "Wrong, wrong, the junior took the wrong picture, and the target to be killed is here!"

He hurriedly handed over a plain silk again.

PS: Thank you for the tipping of the Ranbu Qingying brothers, thank you for your support and encouragement!

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