Xia Tian felt that it was very ordinary. Of course, he was not the one who received these two stabs.
Not far away, Luang Po Yin Luo, who was competing with Su Beibei, looked shocked and shouted angrily: "What are you two doing!"
Monk Jiansi and Monk Baimei both looked extremely shocked. They were sure that the person they stabbed just now was Xia Tian, but why did they change in the blink of an eye?
"Get out of here, you two losers!"
Luang Po Yinluo was so angry that he slapped two palms, sending the white-browed monk and the prison monk flying away, and at the same time, he took back all the plasma in their bodies.
The energy and spirit of these two people instantly collapsed, and they turned back into two useless skins supported only by their skeletons.
"As expected, we still can't use the remaining conscious disciples."
Long Po Yin Luo snorted coldly, withdrew his palm strength, and looked at Xia Tian coldly, "You know evil magic, and you can actually make my disciples betray my will. I really underestimate you."
Xia Tian curled his lips: "Your brain only reaches this level."
"You're still distracted during a fight. You're looking down on me!"
At this time, Su Beibei flashed in front of Luang Po Yinluo and hit him in the face with a flying kick, kicking him away hard.
The force was so strong that he almost kicked the opponent's head off.
"Bei Yatou, you are a little stronger, but it's still hard to do."
Xia Tian commented with a smile, "You can actually find long-legged girls or killer wives to learn some martial arts systematically.
In that case, you could kill him with that kick just now."
"Why don't you learn it yourself?"
Su Beibei rolled her eyes at Xia Tian angrily, "Zhao Yuji gave me special training before, but it was of no use. I still prefer to attack at will."
Xia Tian shook his head and said seriously: "Bei Yatou, I am a genius, you can't compare with me.
I don't need any moves for a long time. I can kill him with just one punch, but you can't do it yet."
"If I want to learn from them, I have to teach them something real."
Su Beibei said dissatisfied: "Like last time, it was just restricting my personal freedom, and I didn't learn much useful things."
Xia Tian chuckled: "Maybe I just wanted to restrict you last time and prevent you from causing trouble.
Who told you, Bei Ya, that you are not very obedient and always like to run around?"
"fart!"
Su Beibei insisted that she disagreed with Xia Tian's words, "I have never run around, I just like traveling. If you weren't always pestering me, I wouldn't have to hide everywhere."
Xia Tian was a little confused: "Bei Yatou, actually the problem is here, what are you hiding from?"
"What do you think?"
Su Beibei replied angrily.
Just as the two were bickering, an old and dull voice rang out: "True blood is like rain, evil is rising!"
Then, the entire backyard was suddenly covered by a layer of black and red clouds, and a rather strange smell of blood filled the air, which was nauseating.
The killer Achai was bandaging the abdominal wound, his nose moved, he turned around and vomited.
Strangely, what he vomited was neither dinner nor acidic water in his stomach, but blood.
I can't stop vomiting at all.
The killer Achai's cheeks and body shriveled up at a speed visible to the naked eye, and he could only shout to Xia Tian: "Help, help me!"
"You have nothing to do here."
Xia Tian glanced at him, then kicked him out and fell directly outside the backyard.
As soon as he left the range of the strange red cloud dragon mask, the killer Achai immediately stopped vomiting and recovered quickly.
It’s so weird, what the hell is this! The killer Achai was still frightened, knowing that he couldn’t intervene in a battle at this level.
However, he didn't want to leave just like that, and he thought to himself: the abbot here is an evil ghost, and the monks in the temple may not be clean either.
Although I can't help Xia Tian on the battle level, I can help him deal with some of the minions in the temple and search the temple by the way. Maybe I can find something useful to Xia Tian.
As soon as his mind moved, he immediately rushed to the most important hall of Vajra Zen Temple.
In the Zen room in the backyard, the smell of blood is getting stronger and stronger.
"Disgusting!"
Although Su Beibei did not vomit, she frowned when smelling the smell.
The old and dull voice of Long Po Yinluo sounded from all directions: "Hmph, disgusting, this is the spring of Yin blood that I have stored for nearly a hundred years. Enjoy it."
"It seems that you are the Yin-Blood God Envoy."
Su Beibei said coldly.
Long Po Yinluo said coldly: "So what if it is, so what if it is not.
What's the use of knowing it, other than to become the nourishment for my Yin-blood spring and drive me from now on."
Xia Tian showed a look of disdain: "You think too beautifully. With your little ability, you can only drive those idiots with bad minds."
"I've heard that you are extremely arrogant. I thought the rumors were exaggerated."
The disdain in Long Po Yinluo's tone also overflowed, "Now it seems that he is just a stupid fool who is arrogant, self-righteous and does not know his own abilities!"
"You still know a lot of idioms. Are you planning to take the postgraduate entrance examination?"
Xia Tian curled his lips, "Forget it, I'm too lazy to waste time here with you."
Long Po Yin Luo yelled and scolded: "I don't want to play with you two evil men anymore, so let's end it."
"Yin evil condenses into clouds, and blood scales break into pieces."
The black-red blood cloud above the backyard immediately pressed down, and blood surged inside and outside the room, like countless fine wind and rain swords, cutting incessantly, as if the air could be chopped into pieces.
In just one moment, the entire Zen room was shattered into thousands and thousands of dust particles, scattered by the wind, and suddenly became empty.
All that was left was a huge pothole.
"Huh, I originally wanted to keep your bodies for other purposes in the future."
Long Po Yinluo slowly landed on the edge of the ruins, his eyes full of contempt, and murmured: "Who knew you were so ignorant of appreciation, so I can only send you to the west.
Mohu Luojia, all Buddhas are merciful, this is your destiny."
Before he finished speaking, his neck suddenly tightened, and a hand clasped his neck tightly.
Xia Tian's lazily voice rang out: "Destiny, you're so big, you really think you're making a fool of yourself."
"That move just now was indeed quite dangerous."
Su Beibei was still frightened and patted her chest.
"Bei Yatou, what you said is not good."
Xia Tian curled his lips, "It's not dangerous at all, but a bit boring."
Su Beibei retorted: "You think everyone is like you, a big pervert.
I was just one second away from being cut into pieces."
Xia Tian replied with a smile: "Bei Yatou, don't worry, as long as I'm here, nothing will happen to you."
"You, you...are not dead?"
Luang Po Yinluo's eyes were full of disbelief, and he kept shaking his head in shock: "This, this is impossible, that is the supreme magic. Even if the Buddha was attacked by this trick, there is absolutely no way he could survive.
Come down!"
"Stop talking."
Xia Tian had a look of displeasure, and tightened his hand a little more: "What annoys you the most is idiots like you. You know how to use novel moves, but you feel that it's impossible to escape someone, and that someone will definitely die if they come. It's really enough
That’s bullshit.”
Luang Po Yin Luo wanted to argue a few words, but his throat was tight and it was difficult to speak.
Xia Tian said nonchalantly: "With these few tricks of yours, you can only fool people who have never seen the world."
Su Beibei frowned slightly, a little suspicious that Xia Tian was mocking her for not having seen the world, but there was no conclusive evidence, so she could only endure it for the time being.
"Bang!"
Suddenly there was an explosion, and Luang Phor Yin Luo exploded himself, turning into a stream of blood that splashed on the ground and soon seeped into the mud.
"No, you let him run away?"
Su Beibei looked at Xia Tian with some surprise.
Xia Tian chuckled: "You can't escape."
As he spoke, several silver needles were ejected casually.
Most of the blood that spilled was stuck in place, and soon made a strange "sizzle" sound and then dissipated.
..."Abominable! Hateful! Killable!"
Only a small part of Luang Po Yinluo's blood seeped into the ground, and then escaped deeper into the ground at an extremely fast speed.
But he was extremely unwilling and angry in his heart.
He never expected that his hard work for so many years would be destroyed so easily by Xia Tian.
I don’t know how long I ran away, but Luang Phor Yin Luo finally penetrated into an underground cave.
Here, the four walls are covered with statues of various shapes, the largest is no bigger than a baby, and the smallest is only as big as a palm.
Each statue has a strange expression, but their eyes are all looking in the same direction.
Because there is a well in that direction, and sitting at the bottom of the well is a man in green robe.
Why do you say he is an old child? Because his body shape clearly looks like that of a five or six year old child, and his skin is moist and smooth, like a baby's.
But he has a white beard several meters long, and his slightly opened eyes are full of turbidity and sophistication.
"That bullshit yin blood condensing evil magic skill you gave me is completely useless."
Luang Po Yin Luo then condensed back into human form, gritted his teeth and cursed at the person at the bottom of the well: "If you don't give me an explanation today, I will seal the mouth of the well now and let you be trapped at the bottom of the well for hundreds or even thousands of years.
.”
The old kid at the bottom of the well coughed twice and said calmly: "I told you earlier, if you want to kill whoever you want, just bring him here, keep him and kill him."
"You still want to trick me!"
Luang Po Yin Luo angrily scolded: "I brought this person here, if he falls into your trap, I will be dead by then."
"What do you want?"
The man at the bottom of the well was speechless.
Luang Po Yinluo said coldly: "I want you to pass on all your skills to me, you understand the initiation, I don't need to say more.
Of course I will fulfill your last wish for you when the time comes."
"Are you threatening me?"
The man at the bottom of the well sneered.
"so what!"
Luang Po Yinluo grinned and said, "There are ten thousand demon boy evil carvings here. You are suppressed here and cannot move. In a few years, you will disappear and there will be nothing left."
The man at the bottom of the well chuckled: "Over the years, you have obtained many skills from me.
You have gained fame and profit through these exercises, and you have also become the Yin-Blood Divine Envoy through my name, and you are still not satisfied?"
"It is impossible to be satisfied."
Long Po Yinluo said coldly: "Unless he is dead."
"puff!"
Before he finished speaking, his head fell to the ground, and his blood and energy were scattered, but could no longer be condensed.
"You have to die creatively."
A lazily voice said with a smile: "This is more interesting."