Zhang Yuan was fast and rushed into the distance.

The Four Peerless Divine Monks were fighting with a black-clothed powerhouse, and when they saw Zhang Yuan, they shouted: "Zhang Shaoxia, the relics pagoda is in the southwest corner." ”

"Thank you!"

Zhang Yuan immediately changed direction and sped up.

Bang!

At this time, the muffled thunder in the sky was still rolling, and the thunder and lightning were constantly crisscrossing and horizontal, filled with an unimaginably terrifying aura.

The whole night was as bright as day.

On this night, the entire Kyushu could see the thunder constantly torn from the sky, and everyone was horrified, as if the end was coming.

A great panic quickly spread among the beings.

At this moment, many ancient families are associated with terrible legends.

Many of the ancient figures who were bloody-soaked were awakened one after another, opened their eyes, and shot out a stream of fine light, looking at the dazzling thunder and lightning channel in the sky.

But at this moment, no one made a move.

The existence of these sluice blood is not completely revived before the spiritual energy is completely recovered, and the physical body is in a withered state.

It's hard to play at the peak of your strength.

Their eyes were indifferent, like dormant sleeping lions, staring closely at the figure going downstream.

Now.

Zhang Yuan's speed was fast, and he finally saw a huge tower in the mountain forest.

The whole tower has about nine floors, showing a pale gold color, and dozens of stone pillars are towering around it, and each layer of the tower is depicted with countless mysterious ancient Buddhist texts.

Around this tower, the light of the Buddha and the demonic energy are intertwined, and the colors are brilliant.

Beneath the tower, demonic energy was billowing out, constantly emerging from the cracks in the ground, like black ink.

However, the body of the tower shone with the brilliance of Buddha nature, automatically purifying these black demonic qi.

A long and terrible howl rang out from under the tower.

The voices were harsh and sharp, containing monstrous resentment and poison.

It was as if there were countless demons struggling below.

The entire tower was constantly trembling at the top, and the brilliance of the Buddha nature was gradually swallowed up by the black demonic energy.

The demonic aura of death was like a black tide, billowing and surging, and the howl became even more terrible.

As soon as Zhang Yuan arrived, he felt a strong sense of death and gloom.

Looking at the demonic qi tumbling around him, his face changed, and without hesitation, he rushed over directly.

The terrifying Death Demon Qi seemed to contain poison, and when it touched the golden True Qi on his body, it made a burst of snorting sounds.

The sword and sword in his hand exude a brilliant light, and all evils are inviolable.

The gate of the stupa has long since been blasted open.

The bodies of several eminent monks lay there, bleeding from seven orifices and dying for a long time.

Zhang Yuan passed through the Death Demon Qi and immediately entered the Relic Pagoda.

As soon as he arrived, there was a terrifying crisis overhead, and he immediately looked up.

A monk with a blue face descended from the top of his head, the Buddha in his palm was magnificent, containing murderous intentions, and a palm fell towards Zhang Yuan's halogen top.

Zhang Yuan's eyes shot out two rays of fine light, and the Huolin Sword in his left hand emitted scarlet firelight, which he swept directly towards the monk.

Bang!

There was a terrifying roar, and the monk's palm power was cut open on the spot, and he was swept by the sword qi of the Huolin Sword, his head flew sideways, and the two corpses smashed into the distance, burning.

Merit +200

Zhang Yuan's eyes were cold, and he instantly judged the identity of the other party.

The face is bruised, obviously the cold poison in the body!

This is the person he plotted against in the Scripture Pavilion last night!

As for the person who fought the night before, according to his guess, most of them were Master Yuan Hui.

Zhang Yuan immediately rushed towards the upper floor of the relic.

The spiritual sense was exerted to the extreme, and he could already hear a low roar from above, as if someone was constantly bombarding some prohibition.

The whole stupa has been completely dimmed.

The place where the relics were originally enshrined became empty.

All the relics are gone.

Zhang Yuan's speed was fast, and at this time, he could feel the relics pagoda shaking more frequently, and there was a terrible long howl from the ground, and there was a sound of chains shaking, which was terrifying.

It's as if there are some terrible trolls pressing down under the whole stupa.

Zhang Yuan's heart sank to the bottom.

Even rushed to the eighth floor, and all the relics were gone.

Of the triple seals, only the last one has not been broken, and once it is broken, the consequences will be unimaginable.

Rumble!

He jumped out of the eighth layer, and finally landed within the ninth layer, and a terrifying aura erupted from him, like a humanoid sun, and the golden light behind him was billowing and burning, terrifying.

In front of him, there exists an ancient altar in a multicolored color, on which sits a golden Buddha statue, surrounded by three brilliant relics.

Three figures were blasting towards the altar with secret techniques.

As soon as Zhang Yuangang arrived, the three figures instantly sensed him.

One of them didn't look back, and said in an indifferent tone: "It's so fast, you two have solved him, as long as you can drag it out for half an hour, the third seal will definitely be broken, and then the hell demon will appear, and the chaos in Kyushu will only be in an instant." ”

The two people beside him slowly turned around, their faces were indifferent, and they looked at Zhang Yuan.

On the left is a middle-aged monk with a square face, a wide body, slightly white cheeks, a red robe, and a pair of fierce and terrifying eyes.

Yuan Hui!

The other was a thin old man, dressed in a green robe, with a thin chin, and two eyes that were inverted triangles, like poisonous snakes, shining with a terrible light.

"Zhang Shaoxia, don't blame the poor monk. ”

Yuan Hui raised one hand and spoke.

Zhang Yuan's face sank, he didn't bother to say anything, and rushed directly towards them.

"Phew!"

The green-robed old man shouted, the sound wave contained a shocking attack, and his body was like green light, rushing out towards Zhang Yuan, shooting out a mountain of palm power, crushing towards Zhang Yuan.

Master Yuan Hui's body suddenly emitted a brilliant Buddha light, his hands were raised high, and he was sealed on his chest like lightning, and hundreds of golden light palms appeared behind him in an instant, surging directly towards Zhang Yuan.

Zhang Yuan roared, shattering the sonic attack of the green-robed old man, slashing at the green-robed old man and Master Yuanhui at the same time.

Bang!

The sword light was bright, the sword was cold, and at the same time, it was terrifying, and the powerful palm power of Master Yuan Hui and the green-robed old man exploded in an instant.

The terrifying sword gang and sword qi were fiercely pressed down.

The faces of the two changed greatly, and they immediately used their true qi to resist.

The green light on the green-robed old man's body was shining, and he directly conjured up two huge green light palms that dragged Xue Yin's knife gang.

Master Yuan Hui propped up his hands, and a golden glazed ancient bell appeared on his body, and with a bang, he blocked the sword qi of the Huolin Sword.

But Zhang Yuan roared violently, stepped forward on the soles of his feet, and the true qi was urged to the extreme, and the floor on the soles of his feet was bursting open in pieces, and the sword gang and sword qi were suddenly pressed down.

The green-robed old man and Master Yuanhui both changed their faces in unison, and they felt an unimaginable and devastating fluctuation.

"Die!"

Zhang Yuan roared out of the lion's roar.

Rumble!

The minds of Master Yuan Hui and the green-robed old man were all shaken blank, and the speed of the True Qi suddenly decreased a lot.

Poof!

The Snow Drink Sword and the Fire Lin Sword slashed down.

The green old man screamed miserably, and was directly split by Xueyin's knife gang, and flew out upside down, dying.

The golden glazed ancient bell on the surface of Master Yuan Hui's body was also blasted open on the spot, but he reacted extremely quickly, and immediately urged a mastery of Wei Tuo's palm, and in an instant, a piece of golden palm shadow was photographed, covering the sky, towards the sword qi of the Huolin Sword.

Bang!

Violently collided, Master Yuan Hui's palm shadow was blasted open, and in a moment, his body turned into a golden light, fast to the extreme, walking in the shape of 'Zhi', and instantly came to Zhang Yuan's side.

One move [one shot and two scattered], directly towards Zhang Yuanmian under the door cover.

He knew that Zhang Yuan had a holy weapon in his hand, and he would not have any advantage if he attacked from a distance, so he took a risk, avoided the edge of the Huolin Sword, and used his palm power to shock Zhang Yuan to death.

In his guess, what Zhang Yuan relied on was nothing more than a holy weapon!

But now that he has made a move, the opponent will not have any time to react.

Zhang Yuan's Huolin Sword had just slashed to the ground, and the opponent appeared in front of him.

At this time, his Fire Lin Sword and Snow Drinking Sword didn't have time to take it back.

Even if you can slash horizontally with a snow drinking knife and kill the other party, your own face will inevitably bear the power of this world's palm.

Without thinking, he released the snow drinking knife in time, and his right palm was shining with golden light, and he directly slapped the dragon with regret and met the opponent's brazen palm.

Rumble!

There was a loud bang, and the whole ground shook slightly.

The dragon's chant was deafening, accompanied by terrible dizziness, and on the spot, Master Yuanhui was shocked to spurt blood, flying upside down, and his wrist was directly fractured.

Master Yuan Hui slammed into the distance, his face was distorted, and all the blood vessels in his body appeared, looking at Zhang Yuan in shock and disbelief.

Zhang Yuan was also shocked by him and took a step back, but quickly stabilized, grabbed the snow drinking knife again, and looked at Master Yuan Hui coldly.

"I forgot to tell you that the person you fought with the night before yesterday was me!"

"You''''

Master Yuanhui's eyes widened, and suddenly there was a crackling of bones in his body, his face flushed, and he opened his mouth to spurt out a mouthful of blood.

Originally, his strength was worse than Zhang Yuan's, but the night before yesterday, he was hit by Zhang Yuan's three-yin centipede palm, and was invaded by cold poison, and his strength was limited a lot.

At this moment, Zhang Yuan's eighteen palms of dragon descent are naturally looking for death!

The eighteen palms of the dragon descending are the best martial arts, even if the internal force is one line apart, it can beat the opponent half to death.

What's more, when he was seriously injured, he was much worse than Zhang Yuan.

Merit +200

Yuan Hui and the others were killed, and the figure in front of him who was breaking the ban suddenly stopped, his face was gloomy, and he scolded coldly: "A group of waste, dealing with a junior, can't even be delayed for half an hour." ”

He turned back indifferently.

This is a tall figure in a purple shirt, about one meter nine, with an indescribable terrifying aura on his body, and his two eyes open and close, as terrifying as cold electricity.

Zhang Yuan directly felt a mountain-like aura on him.

Even if this person is not a heavenly list, it is not far behind.

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