Xiaoyao Fudao did not chase after him, and commanded the Taoist soldiers to turn around and continue to besiege Zhengguang Zhengde, at this time Zhengde was seriously injured and had already lost his combat strength, but he was still imprisoned by the talisman, standing like a fool and unable to move. ⊥ the top novel, Zhengguang's Taoist soldiers were beaten by the shrimp soldiers before, and they were injured and basically scrapped.

Compare each other's strengths and make judgments.

When the Zhengguang Daoist saw the Tieguan Daoist leading the crowd to escape, he couldn't help but panic. In fact, he couldn't figure out where this group of strongmen came from and why they helped each other, but now the rescuers are scattered, and they are in a situation of isolation and helplessness.

The tide is over.

He gritted his teeth, glanced at his junior brother with red eyes, gave the bald Taoist one last order, and then fled out of town.

If you don't leave, you won't have a chance.

"If you want to go, it's not that easy!"

Xiaoyao Fudao raised his hand and shot out a talisman, hitting the Zhengguang vest directly. Zhengguang backhanded a dust, hit it right, snapped, the brilliance overflowed, and it spread out in all directions.

Zhengguang's cultivation is actually much more advanced than that of Xiaoyao, but in actual combat, the level of cultivation is by no means the only criterion for measuring victory or defeat, otherwise, directly report to your family, how much is your realm, how much is my realm, and then announce who wins and who loses.

How simple would it be?

Cultivation is not as good as others, but they have really experienced many scenes, large and small, and have a lot of experience, how can Zhengguang Zhengde, a cultivator who has been raised in the mountains since childhood, be compared? In addition, taking Zhengde in the first place, holding Zhengde in the face is equivalent to cutting off one of the opponent's arms. It's strange that this one is long and the other is gone, and it is strange not to kill the Quartet.

Don't forget, there is another Chen Sanlang here who hasn't used his real skills.

Xiaoyao glanced at Chen Sanlang, thoughtful.

Chen Sanlang shook his wrist. The evil sword disappeared, and he put his hands behind his back and asked, "Daoist." Do you have a grudge against them?"

Xiaoyao briefly talked about the grievances between the two families.

After hearing this, Chen Sanlang nodded understandingly: No wonder he killed the killer as soon as he saw his face. There is this layer of festivals, and it is really a beam that never dies. pointed at Zhengde: "Then what to do with this guy?"

Xiaoyao Fudao walked over, saw Zhengde lost too much blood, coupled with excessive anger, he fainted to death, thought about it, opened the yin and yang gourd, and sucked it in.

After this gourd is refined, it can not only support Dao soldiers. Because of the space opened up inside, it also has another mysterious use, and it has already reached the level of well-being, and it is a treasure to the outright.

Chen Sanlang saw that he had accepted Zhengde, and he didn't ask much, anyway, how to concoct it was a private matter.

In a fierce battle just now, the Yuelai Inn was collapsed, and the scene was full of casualties, but this town was lifeless. Even a dog barking is rarely heard.

"Let's go, let's go up the mountain!"

Xiaoyao Fudao waved his hand, and let the iron crown real person go before, just to capture it. For this group of thieves who occupy the dove's nest, the resentment in his heart is no less than that of the Taoist priest of Qingcheng.

So take advantage of the stars and the moon. The two of them took a big step towards the main peak of Laoshan Mountain.

Xiaoyao Fudao was born here and has lived for many years since childhood. I am very familiar with the path, and it will not take long to go up to the halfway point of the mountain.

The two had expected to be blocked. After all, this place has become a den of thieves, and there are some operations, such as setting up passes, if the other party has a bow and crossbow, shooting from a distance is a threat.

But all the way up the mountain, it was unimpeded, there was no obstruction, quiet, and there were no ghosts.

Chen Sanlang felt strange and suddenly said, "Daoist, look, there are blood stains on the ground. ”

There are still a lot of blood stains on the ground, this stall, that pool, wet, the mountain wind blows, and there is a smell of blood in the nose.

There was blood, but no corpses were present.

Chen Sanlang frowned, this Laoshan is a beautiful mountain with a beautiful aura, although it is occupied by thieves, but the pattern is still the same, even at night, you can see the outline of the clear mountain body, which is quite outstanding in terms of public opinion.

However, seeing the endless blood stains on this path made people's hearts palpitate, and even the cool wind blowing on the body seemed to be a gust of yin wind, which made people feel creepy.

"Some evil sects ......"

Xiaoyao Fudao said, leaning down, reaching out to dip his hand in blood, and sniffing it in his nose. But he can't smell the reason, although he is a descendant of Laoshan, but after all, he is still young, and his experience can only be said to be average.

Chen Sanlang said: "There are so many blood stains, and there is no one on the mountain, could it be that all those thieves have been killed?

"That's a good question. ”

Xiaoyao clapped his hands and pointed up: "Go to it, and you will naturally see it." ”

The two woke up, raised their vigilance, and continued their upward journey.

Time passes, the east is white, and the mist in the mountains does not disperse, as if it is a fantasy, a fairyland. It's just that the occasional blood stains are heart-wrenching, and it's hard to relax.

I walked another way, including a wooden bridge more than ten feet long. When I walked across the wooden bridge, I felt a sense of nostalgia, as if I remembered my childhood when I often walked across this bridge. However, a large pool of blood in the middle of the bridge spoiled all feelings.

The Taoist priest's face became ugly, and these blood stains were like a mess of dirty things that defiled Laoshan and his home.

"Damn!"

The pace has quickened, and now there is reason to believe that the appearance of these bloodstains is not left by the appearance of righteous people to kill thieves, but more like some kind of inexplicable accident, intentional.

After about a quarter of an hour, the two finally reached the peak of Laoshan Mountain.

By the faint morning light, Chen Sanlang looked around, couldn't help but be stunned, and blurted out: "This is where the Laoshan Gate is located?"

On the top of the hill, there is an open area, there is a spacious square, on the other side of the square, there are pavilions, there are several trees, and under the trees is a row of slippery houses, but they are thatched, rough and simple.

No matter how you look at it, it's too rudimentary.

Laoshan is the legendary courtyard of cultivating immortals, shouldn't it be a Taoist temple with a group of buildings? How can it be like this? It is simply the foothold of the woodcutters in the mountains.

Chen Sanlang looked at Xiaoyao Fudao with some suspicion.

There was a hint of excitement on his face, it seemed that these huts were the places where he had lived before, and they had not changed much because they had been occupied by the thieves.

This is debatable. However, it is understandable to remember that the thief leader is also a Taoist, so he can restrain his subordinates from sabotage.

Behind a row of thatched houses, there is actually a Taoist temple, but it is a little far away, and it is not clear. It can be seen that this Taoist temple is not very tall.

The Xiaoyao Fudao trotted all the way, that is, rushed to the Taoist temple.

Chen Sanlang had a lot of doubts in his heart, but he was not suitable to ask at this time, so he just followed him.

Coming to the door of the Taoist temple, Xiaoyao Fudao did not stop, retreated from the covered gate, and rushed in.

Chen Sanlang took a step behind, and out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly caught a glimpse of ghostly black shadows on both sides of the Taoist temple, as if there were horns on his head, and his appearance was very hideous.

"What's that?"

He didn't have time to think about it, but he heard a loud roar from the free and rich road in the view, and it seemed that he had encountered a change and suffered a big loss. (To be continued......)