Lu Qiu glanced at Jiang Liu'er.

Abbot Huiqing, all his life for Buddhism, for inheritance, for Foquan Temple.

Like a candle that burns off its afterglow, it is worthy of admiration.

No matter how Lu Qiu said that he dug up the ancestral holy land of Foquan Temple to get the inheritance of Buddhism, since this is the case, then he agreed to Abbot Huiqing's dying request.

What's more, for Jiang Liu'er, the little novice, Lu Qiu also has a lot of eyes.

"These two should be from the Blood Clan. Bai Qiyue's voice floated over beside him.

"Blood Clan, Vampire?" Lu Qiu was no stranger to the word Blood Clan.

As soon as Bai Qiyue said this, Lu Qiu looked at Marlowe and Gna again, they were born with white skin, and they didn't have any blood color that a normal person should have.

When they opened their mouths, they could see two rows of sharp teeth.

The upper auricle is also sharp and slender, and the pupils of the eyes are like blood coagulated, and the whole body exudes coldness.

is more and more similar to the blood clan vampire in Lu Qiu's cognition.

"The people of this tribe only suck blood. After reaching a certain level, they will begin to act in groups or more on a larger scale to attack the strong of the human race. The stronger the strength of the human powerhouse, the greater the blood will replenish the blood clan. The inheritance of this clan is to increase its strength by sucking blood. ”

Bai Qiyue's words were full of hatred for Marlowe and Gna: "This clan is very similar to the Spirit Clan, very low-key. It's just that the reasons for the low profile of these two forces are different, and the Blood Clan and the Corpse Gate are equally notorious. ”

"That's damn good. A dark light flashed in Lu Qiu's hand, and the bone sword fell into the palm of his hand.

"You are not from Foquan Temple, I advise you not to get involved. Our clan is not something that your little Xia Kingdom can provoke. Marlowe clutched his arms, his tone still arrogant, the confidence that came from the forces behind him.

Even if the strength of this young man is above him and Gna.

"You saw the fate of Foquan Temple with your own eyes. Gna threatened: "You still honestly hand over the inheritance of Foquan Temple, otherwise you may not be able to guarantee that the Xia Kingdom will cease to exist in the future." ”

"Do you know what I hate the most?" Lu Qiu raised the sword in his hand, slowly wiped his fingers against the blade of the sword, and asked lightly.

"I'm not interested. Gna said.

"You'll be interested, because I hate it when people threaten me. Yuan Li suddenly permeated the bone sword, attached to a strong murderous aura, and Lu Qiu's palm instantly clenched the hilt of the sword.

With the sound of a sonic boom from high-speed movement, Lu Qiu's sword turned into an afterimage and rushed towards Gna.

Gnar had already prepared in advance, even though this man was far superior to him.

But with the preparation and the innate talent of the Bloodline, Gna didn't think the other party could do anything to him.

Swish!

However, when the bone-white sword stabbed.

In an instant, the sky was full of light and shadow, as if it was like wind and rain, and suddenly fell.

The dense shadow of the sword that had no dead ends instantly enveloped Gna in it.

"How can you be so superb in swordsmanship!" Gna was shocked, this young man was not from Foquan Temple!

"Physical excess. Lu Qiu's smile bloomed.

The sky was full of blood flowers flying and sprinkling, like spring rain.

Gna's clothes were shredded, criss-crossed, and the cuts were smooth enough that only a sword could do with extreme speed and accuracy.

"You ......" Gna didn't understand the meaning of the four words physical transcendence, and just as he was about to open his mouth, a slender opening around the neck of the neck surrounded three hundred and sixty degrees, interrupting the second word to be said.

The red surged, and Gnar fell on his back, out of breath.

"Who are you?" Wrist turned, and the tip of the sword lightly tapped against Marlowe's throat.

Boom!

Even though the tip of the sword was lightly touched in his throat, Marlowe still felt a slight tingling sensation psychologically.

If the boy's movements are negligent, he will easily click on the end of Marlowe's life.

"We are people of the Bloodline. Marlowe didn't dare to speak loudly.

"Why did you come to Foquan Temple?" Lu Qiu asked.

"The people in the clan sent us to keep an eye on the abbot of Huiqing, Foquan Temple has been extremely brilliant in its long history. But the Dharma inheritance has disappeared in the long river of time, and the most important thing is that Foquan Temple is our blood family, and we want to get the real Dharma inheritance, so we were sent. Marlowe said.

"If you still know anything, tell it all. Lu Qiu asked.

"I really don't know. Marlowe swallowed: "If you let me go, I will put all the matter on Abbot Huiqing, and I will definitely not cause you any trouble." ”

"I don't know anything, what's the point of your life?" the bone sword moved an inch forward, piercing Marlowe's throat.

Putting away his sword, Lu Qiu walked towards Jiang Liu'er.

Squatting down, Lu Qiu's palm rested on Jiang Liu'er's pulse. In the latter's body, there is an abundant and strong power that is wandering around, but this power is quite gentle, and it comes from the abbot of Huiqing.

Abbot Huiqing knew that his life was not long in coming, and before he died, he stripped off the impurities of the power of his whole body, and poured the only remaining pure into Jiang Liu'er.

This is the only thing that can be done as the last abbot of Foquan Temple and as Jiang Liuer's master.

Lu Qiu's soul power spread from the spiritual sea, covering the entire huge Foquan Temple.

Except for him and Jiang Liu'er, Foquan Temple has been reduced to a dead place.

Perhaps in the era of eternal prosperity, no one in Foquan Temple could have predicted that one day it would fall to such a point.

A fire engulfed the Foquan Temple.

In the sea of fire that illuminated most of the sky, Lu Qiu flew into the air with Jiang Liu'er.

......

It's not dawn yet.

Lu Qiu sat cross-legged under a tree, closing his eyes and recuperating.

The inheritance obtained from Foquan Temple tonight is enough to describe the vastness.

At this moment, a light hum sounded next to him, and Jiang Liu'er woke up in a daze.

In the scattered and regathered sight, it was Lu Qiu's figure.

"Master Lu Qiu, where is my master?" Jiang Liu'er covered his forehead.

The memory picture before the coma resurfaced in his mind, and Jiang Liu'er's heart, which was as calm as water, was chaotic and panicked.

"It's gone. Lu Qiu said.

He knew that this fact would be a big blow to Jiang Liu'er, but there was no way, Jiang Liu'er would know sooner or later.

Jiang Liu'er closed her eyes, two lines of tears slipped down, and opened them again.

Those clear eyes were covered with a layer of mist.

This was Jiang Liu'er's first time, and she felt confused.

Master once said.

"Your master, your uncles and brothers, are all small scenery in your life journey, just like the flowers, grass and trees you see when you walk in the temple. ”

"Except for life and death, it's all trivial. Life and death are also trivial matters. ”

understood the reason, and Jiang Liuer listened carefully, but he was still sad.

"Jiang Liu'er. Lu Qiu shouted softly.