The entire town, including several hills nearby for hundreds of miles, was dyed red with the blood of the great sage.
The huge energy contained in the blood of the Great Sage is better than magma. It should have made the soil burn and the ice and snow melt. However, here, all the blood seems to have lost its energy and is just like red water.
The one-eyed old man in gray robe stood in the center of the bloody water and did not take any further action. His eyes fell on the four beautiful landlords of the Goddess Twelve Square. He was not in the mood to appreciate the beauty and smiled ferociously: "They are all dead, and the thing is not on them. Then.
, on you?”
The four posters are all top-notch beings among the great saints, and are people who look down upon the world, but now their beauty has eclipsed their beauty.
I want to escape, but I know I can't escape.
The opponent is not only powerful in cultivation, but also has ruthless methods.
After all, there is still a huge gap between the Great Sage and the False God.
Ye Manman suppressed the fear in her heart and said: "The thing is not on us."
"You've come to this point, and you still want to deceive me?"
The one-eyed old man in gray robe smiled and said: "Actually, you don't have to do this at all. Anyway, the last thing will return to the hands of the goddess Twelve Houses."
Ye Manman's eyes were resolute, and she said: "Now that we have reached this point, why should I deceive a false god? If you insist on forcing me, I can only blow up the Holy Source and die together. With my spiritual power, it is difficult for you to stop it.
Me?"
"Why bother? My master wants to make friends with the goddess Twelve Branches, not enemies."
The one-eyed old man in gray robe was obviously still a little scared. When he said this, his figure was like a black wind and he quickly retreated.
The two servants who were originally standing behind him rushed forward.
"Our purpose is just to seize that thing and don't hurt the lives of the four building owners." The one-eyed old man in gray robe gave this order. At the same time, a divine energy escaped from his body, forming a divine energy field, which blocked those who wanted to escape.
The four goddesses are surrounded by the great sage Twelve Squares.
"What if they hid something?" a war servant asked.
The one-eyed old man in gray robe said coldly: "Then let's search for souls."
The four building owners naturally refused to sit still and wait for death. Once their souls were searched, it would have a small impact on their cultivation foundation, and the secret of the Goddess Twelve Workshops would be exposed. After they returned, they would also be dead.
However, suppressed by the power of a false god, how can they be the opponents of the two great saints of the Dark Temple?
A moment later, the woman holding the flute was hit by a war servant and fell from the air. Before she could even fall to the ground, the war servant's big hand like a cattail leaf grabbed her slender waist and pressed her heavily to the ground.
Her five fingers were like iron bars, pressing her down so that she could not move.
Under the heavy blow, her protective realm shattered and she vomited blood from her red lips.
The war servant's other hand, with black electricity escaping from the five fingertips, grasped the head of the woman holding the flute, trying to search for the soul.
"Lu Yi."
Ye Manman flew over quickly, trying to save the woman holding the flute, but was whipped away by the one-eyed gray-robed old man's whip-like energy. A deep blood mark appeared on his chest as if he had been slashed by a knife.
The remaining two building owners, even if they burn the holy blood and try their best, can only compete with the other servant.
Accompanied by the laughter of the servants of the Dark Temple, the woman holding the flute struggled painfully, but she looked so weak and fragile like a little white sheep forced into a corner by a hungry wolf.
"You Dark Temple deceives people too much..." said the woman holding the flute.
"Bang!"
A sound of wood knocking came from the inn.
The sound wave was like a huge wave, penetrating the aura field of the one-eyed gray-robed old man, hitting the war servant who was pressing the woman holding the flute, and flying him away. He rolled backwards, his body was originally a human being, and his skin was broken into pieces.
It opened and turned into a black beast tens of meters tall.
Another war servant was also hit by the sound wave and turned into a huge saint-level beast.
In an instant, the world of ice and snow, stained red with blood, became silent.
Only the sound of wind and snow is left.
"this……"
The one-eyed gray-robed old man, the two great saint-level beasts, and the four building owners of the Goddess Twelve House all stared at the inn, feeling shocked.
After a while.
"Haha, I didn't expect that there are actually experts. Then the thing must be on your body!"
The one-eyed old man in gray robe lowered his eyes and waved his arms.
Suddenly, two great saint-level beasts roared up to the sky, with black thunder and lightning surging all over their bodies. They kicked the ground with all four legs, bursting out with a shocking force of battle, and rushed towards the tilted inn.
The bodies of the two beasts are getting bigger and bigger.
One claw is as big as an inn.
However, before they could rush forward, their bodies cracked and they flew backwards.
When they landed on the ground, the two great saint-level beasts had turned into dust, including the holy bones and the holy source.
Seeing this scene, the one-eyed old man in gray robe was completely shocked, his hair was numb and his whole body was feeling cold.
The four building owners looked at each other with disbelief in their eyes.
Zhang Ruochen walked out of the inn holding two wooden clappers.
Originally a sunken and collapsed town, it rose upwards, the ground became flat, the ground cracked and closed, and everything returned to its original appearance.
Zhang Ruochen sat on the stone under the old locust tree and started tapping while humming softly.
"Bang! Bang! Bang..."
It's just two pieces of wood, but they strike a mysterious rhythm, like the collision of pearls and jade, like a downpour, like the thunder of heaven and earth, like the breeze and clouds.
The four masters of the Twelve Towers of the Goddess use the pipa, flute, harp, and sheng as their weapons respectively, so they are naturally masters of music.
However, they had never seen the musical instrument in the old man's hand.
The melody played by the musical instrument is not as beautiful as spring and white snow, but it contains the great truth of the world and is in harmony with heaven and earth. It can directly touch the soul of the monk and shock the heart.
Thunder struck and they trembled all over.
As the breeze blew, they felt their bodies feel more relaxed than ever before, and the injuries they had suffered before no longer hurt.
It was raining heavily, and they couldn't help but put out their hands to cover themselves from the rain.
…
In fact, there was no thunder, breeze, or heavy rain, but they were just immersed in Zhang Ruochen's music. Zhang Ruochen did not use illusions. They were lost in the illusion of their own imagination, and even forgot that they had the cultivation level of the Great Sage.
They didn't wake up until Zhang Ruochen stopped.
"What an amazing musical attainment. Such a simple and clumsy instrument can actually play such a mesmerizing piece of music." The flute-wielding woman named Lu Yi sighed deeply.
"How is this still a piece of music? This means that it has entered the Tao through music and reached a state that we cannot understand."
"I'm afraid he is a senior expert in the divine realm!"
…
The eyes of the four women all showed respect.
The other party played a song like this, obviously not wanting to continue killing.
Let them retreat in the face of difficulties with the rhythm that coincides with the way of heaven.
The one-eyed old man in gray robe was already frightened, and he quickly stepped forward, bowed and saluted, and said: "I am here to pay my respects to you, Black Temple of Darkness Temple, Mo Yun Tu. With your senior's cultivation, I have no objection to taking that thing away. But, my master
I must get that thing. I wonder if the senior can leave his name? I hope the junior can have an explanation after he returns."
Zhang Ruochen asked: "Who is your master?"
"My master is one of the twelve spiritual gods of the Dark Temple, Qingxuan." When the one-eyed old man in gray robe said this, there was a look of pride in his eyes.
I even think that if the other party is interested, he should take the initiative to hand over the things.
After all, how many monks in the world dare to offend the Dark Temple?
There are naturally fewer people who dare to be enemies with Qingxuan Spirit God.
Zhang Ruochen said: "Then you go back and tell your master that the things are not on me. As for my name, you don't need to know it!"
The one-eyed gray-robed old man's eyes darkened, but he did not dare to get angry and said: "Okay! This junior must tell the master exactly what he said."
The one-eyed old man in gray robe turned into a ray of divine light, soared into the sky and disappeared into the clouds.
The flute-wielding woman Lu Yi was wearing a bright blue dress, her skin was as crystal clear as jade, but there were blood stains on the corners of her mouth.
She came outside the inn, bowed to Zhang Ruochen, and said: "Junior Lu Yi, I didn't expect that my senior is such an expert. I have offended many people before, so please don't blame me."
"Senior, if you were such a narrow-minded person, how could I have saved you before?" The woman holding the harp gave a sweet smile.
Lu Yi no longer had a hint of coldness and arrogance on his face, he was very respectful and said: "That's right, I would like to thank my seniors for saving my life."
"It doesn't matter, I'll save you, because I have some connection with your Goddess Twelve Houses, so I can't turn a blind eye. Now you can leave!" Zhang Ruochen waved his sleeves, turned around and walked into the inn, and said: "Remember to clean up the outside.
Don’t affect the tranquility of this small town.”
The four landlords stood outside, communicating with each other, but in the end, they did not leave.
The woman holding the sheng and holding the harp went to clean up the battlefield.
Ye Manman and Lu Yi walked into the inn and saw the old man taking out a bundle of fodder to feed the cattle.
Ye Manman's voice was soft and melodious, and she said with a smile: "It turns out that the senior is actually a god hidden in the world here. It's a pity that Meng Sheng thought that you were a mortal, so he came to the door by himself."
Zhang Ruochen ignored them and went to fetch water from the well to make a fire for cooking.
"Senior, let me help you."
Lu Yi hung the jade flute on his belt and walked quickly to the well to help Zhang Ruochen fetch water.
She is full of fragrance, and her every frown and smile can confuse all sentient beings, she can induce holy Buddhas to break their precepts, and she can also make an old and dying man hold up a pillar to the sky.
Of course she didn't mean to seduce Zhang Ruochen, and she didn't dare to do so. She was just naturally charming.
Ye Manman said: "That thing is very important to the Goddess Twelve Houses. However, if it is placed in the hands of the seniors, it will cause great trouble for the seniors. I am afraid that they will never be able to live in peace in the future. The Goddess Twelve Houses can take it.
Give me anything and exchange it with your seniors."
Zhang Ruochen said: "The thing you are talking about is really not here with me, and I am not interested at all."
No matter how good the thing was, Zhang Ruochen could throw it away even if he had owned it. Therefore, he really had no interest in what they were fighting for.
"How is this possible?" Ye Manman asked.
Lu Yi frowned and said: "I think senior really didn't take that thing. Otherwise, he would definitely kill all the monks to silence us. How could he save us? How could he let Mo Yuntu go?"
"But that thing is obviously on Meng Sheng's body." Ye Manman said.
Lu Yidao: "Now we are really in trouble. The monks in the world must have thought that the thing fell into the hands of the seniors. It is very possible that this was a trap from the beginning!"
Although Zhang Ruochen has no interest in what they are fighting for, listening to what Ye Manman and Lu Yi said, it seems that he is indeed going to be in trouble!
"The Meng Sheng you are talking about is the great sage of the Yaksha tribe?" Zhang Ruochen asked.
"That's right."
Zhang Ruochen walked slowly outside the inn, stared at the blood on the ground, and sighed: "Meng Sheng is not dead."
"But I saw with my own eyes that he was killed by the great sage Yun Guang of the Stone Clan." Ye Manman said.
Zhang Ruochen said: "He was pretending to be dead. His concealment methods are pretty good. Then, he took advantage of your fight to escape from the ground."
"But no one will ever believe that with Meng Sheng's cultivation, he can escape from under your nose, senior." Lu Yidao.
Zhang Ruochen said: "You don't believe it either, right?"
Ye Manman and Lu Yi did not speak, but smiled and nodded honestly.
Zhang Ruochen sighed again: "I should not care about who escapes, who dies, or who lives. I should just be a dying old man. If I care about one thing, I will immediately be in trouble."