In the blink of an eye, the streets were a miserable scene drenched in blood. Xiaozhu listened to the sound of fright and screaming from afar, and after standing for a long time, he suddenly rushed back.

She rushed into the messy room, looked at Ye Luandan who was still whispering on the bed, gritted her teeth, and stabbed out with a sword.

The first sword was stabbed on the wrist, and Ye Luandan also felt pain in his sleep, his brows furrowed, and his face was slightly distorted. Xiaozhu listened to the screams in the distance and did not subside, choking back tears, and the ruthless sword pierced Ye Luandan's thigh.

Ye Luandan exhaled "ah", his face became more and more hideous, showing a blue color, and there were four sharp fangs in his open mouth, like a ghost.

Xiao Zhu's heart beat wildly, he stood silent for a long time, his right hand trembled slightly, and stabbed the bamboo and wood sword into Ye Luandan's heart.

Ye Luandan suddenly opened his eyes, his whole body spasmed, and his heart burst out with a large amount of blood, splashing Xiaozhu's face. She struggled to open her mouth, as if she wanted to say something. Xiaozhu approached with tears in her eyes, but saw that the look in Ye Luandan's eyes quickly dimmed, and the breath of life had left her.

Xiaozhu looked at her face in amazement, tears sliding down her eyes. At this time, an illusory figure of a woman in white suddenly appeared above Ye Luandan's head, it was her Yin God, smiling at Xiaozhu slightly, and then shattering like a mirror crack, scattering into the yin wind.

Xiaozhu finally couldn't help it, hugged Ye Luandan's corpse and cried bitterly: "Don't worry...... I will avenge you!"

Yu Hanyan silently watched Xiaozhu walk out with Ye Luandan's body in his arms, without saying anything or asking anything. She knows Xiaozhu too well, as well as she knows herself. She knew what Xiaozhu would do at this time, and she knew that she couldn't stop her.

Where did Xie Yuankong, who only had one arm left, flee? He had been trained by the two seniors of the evil sect for many years, and even if he couldn't defeat Xiaozhu in a head-on battle, he had endless conspiracies and tricks to deal with her.

With Xiaozhu's upright temperament and almost blank experience in walking the rivers and lakes, will he be Xie Yuankong's opponent if he goes alone?

But Yu Hanyan didn't have much of the heart to pay attention to these things.

The morning glow is sprinkled on the long street, and it is red, as if it is stained with blood.

In a sad atmosphere, Xiaozhu walked in the crowd as if facing a great enemy, looking at the bloodstains on the street, and his heart was infinitely lonely.

In the early morning, there were dozens of dead and wounded, all of whom were innocent people. Who is this account going to be?

Dozens of lives, Xiao Dan's death, and Qin Yan's wanton killing, in the final analysis, all originated from that immortal law. Yemol refused to give up, and the martial arts people were bewitched by him, and the killing would continue......

Who will put an end to this evil?

Who can save so much suffering in the world?

When burying Ye Luandan with his own hands, Xiaozhu thought about many things that he had never thought of. She lost her soul, more like she was in a chaos, thinking wildly, her mind crossed the Zifu Cave and the nine-fold clouds, and came to the Eight Scenery Palace Hall where the avenues were entangled. There, an old man with a white beard and a green ox in his hand was nodding and smiling at her......

In a flash, from birth to accession, looking back, he was already covered in smoke, but he suddenly thought it was just a dream. I don't know that she is the first person in the world to ascend to the sky and comprehend the Taixuan Dao with human yuan cultivation as a step.

In the midst of the treasure light, she pressed the cranky thoughts in her heart, and what she was most worried about at the moment was the whereabouts of the one-armed thief Xie Yuankong.

Qin Yan meditated for a day and a night, and finally woke up at dusk on the second day.

Yu Hanyan stayed by his side for two days, and at this time he was full of exhaustion, but he still insisted on refusing to close his eyes. "How?" she asked nervously.

Qin Yan shook his head: "The barrier is too deep, and with my mana, I can't go back to the sky." The only way to go back to the master is to find a senior to help. ”

"Which senior?" Yu Hanyan also knew a little about several seniors in the Po Sha Sect.

"The senior who played chess on a stone bridge in front of Jingxin Slope, his old man's transformation technique is already the ninth level of perfection, and even the mark of Uncle Yan can be dissolved, as long as he makes a move, he will definitely be able to help me resolve this calamity!"

"I'll go with you!" Yu Hanyan Huo Ran got up, "Without further ado, let's leave now!"

Qin Yan got up with her and was about to take a step, when his face suddenly changed, he sighed, and said with a bitter smile: "I'm afraid it's too late." ”

As soon as the words fell, I saw a golden light shining directly from the sky, and Yemol's loud voice shook the heavens and the earth: "Nan Wushan is lonely and the moon is sounding king Rulai! Where is Lord Qin going?"

The golden light came from far and near, and soon arrived in front of him and landed on the long street. Three figures appeared in the light, namely the old monk of the Western Regions with a solemn appearance, a short dwarf holding an iron rod, and a masked thin man who was only half a head taller than the dwarf, dressed in gray and carrying two burdens on his shoulders.

These three people appeared on the street in such a majestic manner, and suddenly provoked the passers-by in the town to think that it was the Bodhisattva descending to earth, and one by one they hurriedly knelt down and bowed to the Bodhisattva, prostrating to the Bodhisattva, and imploring the Bodhisattva to kill the demons and kill the evil spirits.

With a wave of his sleeves, a circle of golden light spread out, shining on a radius of three miles, and everyone in the town felt like a spring breeze, only to feel that their hearts were extremely stable, and they were no longer afraid of terror, and they were busy kneeling down more reverently to thank Fern.

Yemol faced Qin Yan, saluted eleven times, and said loudly: "Lord Qin, the poor monk is guided by my Buddha and comes to ask for the true scriptures, hoping that the donor will not hesitate to give the poor monk a look!"

Qin Yan smiled coldly: "My Buddha has boundless wisdom, ten powers, four fearlessness, immeasurable Dharma collection, and Mahayana method, so why do you need to borrow the Dharma from other ways?"

Jemolel said, "The world is dull, and it is trapped in a house of fire and sorrow. I, the Buddha, would like to use all external forces to give alms, just to liberate sentient beings. It's not a pity!"

Qin Yan scolded: "Thief monk, you are obsessed, wearing monk's clothes but doing things that corrupt the Dharma, you will enter reincarnation after death, and you will not be reborn!"

Yemol smiled slightly, but his eyes turned cold: "Master Qin, you still can't see it......! Let the Buddha tell you personally!" He drank in a deep voice, and there was a muffled thunder in his throat, "Ding Lun, present the scriptures!"

The masked thin man who carried the burden stood silently behind him, like a dry branch, and even if he was bathed in the light of the Buddha, he did not have any attractive qualities. Hearing Yemol's order, the thin man suddenly raised his arms, lifted the burden on his shoulders into the air, and saw a golden light more dazzling than the Buddha's light radiating from the burden, and a sacred and magnificent momentum rose up, giving people the feeling of being in the Great Leiyin Temple, seeing the Bodhisattvas and Buddhas, and couldn't help but be in awe.

Qin Yan couldn't help but take a step back, squinted his eyes, and then listened to the whirring wind, not a hidden weapon attack, but a shot in all directions. As he struggled to get used to the dazzling light, he gradually saw the scene in front of him clearly, only to see countless scriptures arranged in the air three feet high, dotted and intertwined, enveloping the entire town.

Qin Yan was bathed in golden light, and suddenly felt that his body was much heavier, and he knew something was wrong, so he hurriedly raised his hand and sent out a sword qi and shot towards the two scriptures above his head. However, those two scriptures were like phantoms, and the indestructible sword qi penetrated through them, and the golden light did not waver in the slightest.