He didn't expect that in Lingdong, he could even see the disciples of Guixuzhai.

"These people are really everywhere!" Zhan Wuque snorted coldly.

I saw those Ghost Chuizhai's disciples constantly sucking the souls of the dead soldiers on the battlefield into the soul banner.

"The soul banner of Guixuzhai!" At this time, Jingwu also discovered them.

At this time, the few disciples of Guixuzhai below seemed to feel that the death speed of the men on both sides was not fast enough on the battlefield, so they simply released the wronged souls in the soul banner and rushed directly to the living people.

"Senior Brother, what are you doing?" someone next to him asked in confusion.

"You don't know how the master teaches you. Using the essence and blood of living people to feed the wronged souls can strengthen the soul power of the wronged soul. Come and learn from me and release all the wronged souls in your soul banner!"

The other people learned a good example. They activated the wronged souls in the soul series to swallow all the remaining soldiers alive.

"That's a vicious way, I actually killed innocent people indiscriminately just to satisfy my own selfish desires!"

An angry voice came from the sky, and then the magic circle where several people were was kicked and exploded by Zhan Wuque.

Hidden in the formation, as the formation was broken, a huge impact force directly overturned them to the ground.

A series of wails came from their mouths.

"Who are you!"

One of the tall young men barely stood up and asked.

He was the first person to do something just now and instigate his fellow disciples to feed his soul with other people's essence and blood.

"Who am I? I'm the one who came to kill you!"

Zhan Wuque slapped the young man in the face.

"It would be fine if you just collect the souls of dead people, but you can't keep them!"

After saying that, Zhan Wuque did not give a chance to defend himself and killed them all on the spot.

The soldiers who were still alive were frightened and hurriedly put down their weapons and leaned over to Zhan Wuque to bow down.

"You guys go!"

Zhan Wuque did not make things difficult for the soldiers and let them leave.

"Amitabha, let me send them a ride!" Jingwu sat cross-legged on the ground and began to recite the Buddhist scriptures.

After a full cup of tea, I stopped.

"Peace is the most valuable thing. After all, the most loss of war is ordinary people!" Jingwu looked at the corpses all over the ground and kept shaking his head.

Zhan Wuque also feels a little emotional.

Then the two continued on the road.

On the way, they discovered several battlefields one after another.

Some have decided the winner and the defeat is left behind corpses all over the ground, while others are still in the battle.

What surprised Zhan Wuque was that he could meet the people who cried to Ghostly Zhai almost every time.

Zhan Wuque will naturally not let these evil forces go.

If one person is let go today, hundreds and thousands of people may be killed tomorrow.

After killing all the disciples of Guixuzhai, Jingwu began to save the soldiers who died in the war.

Jingwu is already a powerful martial spirit master and can be regarded as a Taoist monk. After his resolution, the resentment of those who died tragically has dissipated.

The two of them just walked and stopped like this.

There were fifteen or sixteen Guixuzhai disciples who died at Zhan Wuque's hands.

Zhan Wuque guessed that these people who were in Gui Chuizhai should have heard the sound of the wind and knew that wars often broke out here in the Great Yuan Dynasty, so they came to collect the dead souls.

Time flies, and another half a month has passed.

Zhan Wuque and Jingwu finally returned to Xiaoming Temple.

After returning, Zhan Wuque realized that Master Kong Ni had not returned from the north of the ridge.

But soon, early in the morning of the third day, Master Kong Ni and Jingxin returned safely.

It just looks at the face, but it doesn't look good.

"Uncle Master, how about it? Is Daming Temple willing to support it?"

Seeing Kong Nie's appearance, everyone's heart skipped a beat and a bad premonition arose.

"Failed," Kong Nie shook his head, "In fact, I haven't even seen my junior brother's face and have been turned away."

"Actually, I should have guessed it long ago," Kong Ni sighed, looking a little lonely, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Don't worry, uncle, I brought back good news," Jingkong told the news that Zhan Wuque and the others had inquired in Lingdong.

When everyone learned that the Simon Sect did not join forces with the Black Soul Temple, they immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Black Soul Temple is already very strong, and Xiaoming Temple is no match, especially when Daming Temple is unwilling to lend a helping hand, if the Ziyin Sect is added, it can be said that they have no chance of winning.

Now, there is still some hope.

"Even without the intervention of the Corpse Yin Sect, we are no match for just one Black Soul Temple and Blood Soul Temple," Jingkong shook his head and said.

Everyone also understands that the most important thing now is that there is no strong martial arts master in Xiaoming Temple.

Kong Nie has little lifespan, and at most he can only live for two or three years. And once he fights with others, he may not live for three days.

It is impossible to sum.

Black Soul Temple and Xiaoming Temple, one is in the east of the Lingnan Temple, the other is in the west of the Lingnan Temple, one is orthodox Buddhism, and the other is a double-sided evil Buddha. They are naturally hostile. Then again, Xiaoming Temple cannot bow to Black Soul Temple, and it is even more impossible to beg for mercy.

"The Black Soul Temple will definitely take this opportunity to eradicate my Xiaoming Temple," said Master Kongne. He is the highest-ranking person in Xiaoming Temple now, basically the same as the acting abbot of Xiaoming Temple. Everyone is convinced of what he said.

"Amitabha, uncle, and disciples suggest that it is better to close the mountain," Jingkong said for a moment.

Kong Ni nodded, this was a good idea.

Xiaoming Temple is originally in the deep mountains and forests, and has little contact with the outside world. After the mountain is closed, there is a temple protection formation. Even if the strong Wu Zun attacks, it is not so easy to attack.

Jingkong sighed helplessly, there was no way to get it.

But at present, this method is the safest.

Things were settled like this. Xiao Mingsi decided to close the mountain gate and refuse to accept guests. The Jingzi generation was preparing to go into seclusion and make every effort to improve their cultivation.

Of course, besides pure enlightenment.

His mission is to hide his identity and wander around outside. On the one hand, he always pays attention to the movements of the Black Soul Temple. On the other hand, he also tries to contact all the famous sects and people in the court, and try his best to find a helping hand.

Xiaoming Temple is located in the territory of Lingxi and is the territory of the Daxia Dynasty. If Black Soul Temple comes from Lingxi, the royal family cannot sit idly by.

Speaking of which, Xiaomingsi and the royal family of the Daxia Dynasty also have some connection.

Jingshan, the former abbot of Xiaoming Temple, prevented Liaocheng from becoming a ghost city to harm Qingzhou, and so he fell into the eighteen levels of hell, leaving Xiaoming Temple with no leader and attracted the eye of Black Soul Temple.

It can be said that Xiaomingsi is for the sake of justice and for the people of the world, and has fallen into this dangerous situation. In terms of emotion and reason, the royal family cannot stand by and watch.

"Dugu Donor," Jingkong walked over, holding two rough stones the size of a fist in his hand.

The surface of the stone is like weathering, with many holes as big as a beehive, and the size of a thumb is close to each other, and you can even hear the faint sound of wind. What's more magical is that there is a flash of lightning flashing in those holes.

"Is this a thunder stone?"

Zhan Wuque's eyes were filled with a hint of surprise.

Fenglei Stone is a very special dual-attribute refining material.

It has the power of two natural attributes: wind and thunder.

This material is not common.

Because the conditions for the birth of Fenglei Stone are too harsh.

It can even be said that it is even rarer than thunderstone.

The wind and thunder stone was born in the wind vent that was full of wind all year round, and must be accompanied by the power of thunder and lightning. Under the dual power, it will be formed by a hundred strikes without breaking, and will eventually turn into a wind and thunder stone, storing part of the attribute power of wind and thunder in it.

This material is very useful for building weapons, strengthening attributes, or for practicing.

"Amitabha, when Junior Brother Jingwu returned from Liaocheng, he mentioned that the donor's evil-proof sword was greatly damaged because he finally subdued the Ghost King and could not be used. Therefore, I ordered my disciples to search for materials with thunder attributes everywhere. Finally, my hard work paid off. Finally, I found two wind and thunder stones, hoping to be useful to the donor."

Jingkong handed two wind and thunder stones to Zhan Wuque.

"Thank you, Master!"
Chapter completed!