People in Taoyuan County have already fallen asleep, and only the watchmen are still beating gongs and holding lanterns to watch the night.
One of the watchmen had just finished urinating, and after twitching his nose a few times, he smelled a strange smell.
Following the smell, he came to the thousand-year-old temple in the city and glanced at the plaque on the temple, which read the three characters "Wuliang Temple".
He hung the gong on his waist, picked up a lantern and carefully looked forward. With the help of dim light, he found black mist flowing out from the temple door.
Looking closely, the black mist is like a living thing, sticking to the ground and spreading rapidly to all directions of the city.
has a problem.
As an excellent watchman, he knew that there was something going on in Wuliang Temple and had to report it.
He turned around immediately, but was shocked.
An old monk's face almost stuck to his nose.
The watchman panicked and wanted to run away. The old monk chanted a Buddha's name, and the black breath on the ground swallowed up the watchman.
The monk entered Wuliang Temple and came to the main hall.
This is the only place in Taoyuan County that is still shining.
In the yard outside the door, a large incense burner is emitting black breath, and the breath reaches the sky and connects with the black clouds.
In the Buddhist temple.
Facing the giant Buddha, the host banged the wooden fish and chanted sutras. The disciples followed him and the strange sound of the Buddha echoed in the hall.
The old monk who had just come in from outside whispered something into the host's ear.
The host slowly opened his eyes.
He got up and fetched incense, lit it and offered incense to the Buddha.
"Curse feast, whole city sacrifice, Amitabha."
As the host spoke, the statue of the Buddha began to crack. Under the Buddha's robes, there was actually a strange man with a sharp mouth and big eyes. His four arms moved and his legs were crossed like a Buddha.
The next moment, the strangeness suddenly dispersed and turned into countless mosquitoes. They flapped their wings buzzingly and flew to all parts of the city and flew into thousands of homes.
outside the city.
Su Fei sensed something unusual in Taoyuan County, fell to the ground, and walked forward.
He knew that the evil spirit had started to cause trouble, and he began to plan the next course of action in his heart. Destroying the incense burner would end everything. That was the location of the formation.
He looked at the sky above Taoyuan County, where black clouds covered the city.
The evil spirits appeared.
With such a big movement, the Dasheng Dynasty will soon know that this act of destroying the city will inevitably cause the Heavenly Sins Division to send experts.
I don’t know why evil spirits are so cruel and what is their ultimate goal?
Ignoring the root cause of the problem for the time being, Su Fei felt that the most important thing to do now was to meet up with Niu Sandao and then go to the ancient temple.
"Brother, wait a minute."
A voice came from above the head, and then a monk in linen clothes fell down.
Su Fei stopped when he heard the sound and looked carefully at the person who suddenly appeared.
There are seven knives hanging on this man's body, two on the left and right sides of the waist, two on each shoulder, and a large knife in his hand.
The weapon exudes a cold aura.
"The evil spirit ahead is very strong. Please leave quickly. I also think about the lives of fellow Taoists."
The swordsman's face is cold, his weapon is cold, and his tone of voice is also cold.
This is a cold swordsman.
There is a strong atmosphere of rivers and lakes in the secular world.
Just as Su Fei was about to speak, the swordsman spoke again: "I finally waited for such an opportunity. To be honest, my sword has long been thirsty."
The swordsman shook his head, and his figure disappeared instantly, leaving behind a cloud of confusing smoke. The next moment, he appeared at the top of the city. He shook his head again, and appeared on the deserted street. He shook his head again, and appeared at the source of the evil spirit, Wuliang Temple.
in the courtyard.
Su Fei recalled the crisis plot.
"That should be the swordsman who was knocked to the ground and died in humiliation. Look at how active he is," Su Fei sighed in his heart:
"We must appear before this righteous brother dies in humiliation. We cannot let such a reckless chivalrous man disappear from the world of spiritual practice."
Moreover, this swordsman appears in the crisis plot and has a certain role. Based on the experience of handling crises in the past, there will be certain rewards for helping the swordsman get rid of humiliation.
In Wuliang Temple.
Mosquitoes flying around are annoying.
The swordsman rubbed his neck, then pushed the scabbard open with his thumb, and with a clang, the sword light burned all the large mosquitoes around him.
He placed his gaze on the large copper tripod incense burner and found that the incense burner was connected to the clouds above his head, and a thick incense stick was the connecting link.
Regardless of what happened, he picked up the big knife in his hand and struck it at the incense burner.
Come and show off your power first.
An old monk was presiding over the protection of the Dharma. When he saw someone coming in, he walked out of the hall with his rosary beads in his hands. He found that the incoming man was about to destroy the incense burner. He stepped forward, grabbed the fallen magic weapon, and shook it with force, sending the man repairing the knife flying away.
out.
"The evildoer has taken over the temple and wants to exterminate the life of this city. What is his intention?" The swordsman said righteously, already understanding what the evildoer in Wuliang Temple was trying to do.
"It's okay to tell you that I, the Blood Mosquito Clan, want the lives of all the people in Taoyuan County. What can you do to me?" The host walked out of the hall, and the monk stepped out, his image changing into that of a mosquito demon.
This is the first time the swordsman has seen the mosquito demon wearing a cassock.
"You are so bold, do you really think that the practitioners of my Dasheng Dynasty are just for show?" The swordsman asked: "Speak clearly and I will give you some pleasure."
The swordsman of the Seven Swordsman is not an ordinary swordsman. Although his realm cannot be seen, only one sword strike has already caused the old monk to take action in a hurry. If all seven swordsmen are unsheathed, their power must be quite impressive.
"Amitabha," the mosquito demon in cassock answered the swordsman's question: "Guess."
Clang, Clang, Clang~
After three sounds of a knife being unsheathed, the swordsman was surrounded by three knives.
The mosquito demon stretched out all four hands, pressing down four phantom blood palms in the air.
Two breaths confront each other.
The swordsman sensed that something was not good, so he fired seven swords at once. The powerful sword energy collided with the demonic energy. In addition to the main hall of the huge temple, the surrounding buildings and walls were destroyed one after another.
It has even affected some houses.
The man who practiced the sword did not expect that the evil spirits here were so powerful. After only half a stick of incense, he was beaten to the ground. Four monks transformed from mosquito demons held down his limbs respectively.
The host rubbed the long pointed mouthparts with two weird claws, then moved closer to the swordsman, preparing to suck his blood dry.
"Wait a minute." The swordsman shouted hurriedly.
"Let me know if you have any last words." The mosquito demon was quite tolerant.
"Let me turn over, I want to lie down and die." The swordsman felt that it was strange that he was killed from behind by a monster with a long mouth.
What if this mosquito demon is not absorbing, but outputting.
Thinking about it makes people panic, which is more painful than dying directly.
After turning over, I felt even more panicked. What if this mosquito demon was not exporting, but absorbing?
"Wait." The swordsman called again.
"So what?"
"I'd better lie down."
The mosquito demon thought that the monk in front of him was stalling for time and was about to start talking.
"Boom~"
"Kacha~"
The mosquito demon squatted down, and an inexplicable thunder appeared above his head, accompanied by lightning piercing the sky.
The thunder woke up the people in the city. They found many mosquitoes attached to their bodies. They swatted them in panic and washed them with water. More people ran out of the yard.
Many people looked at the thunder that kept flashing above their heads, and the deafening sound continued.
Some wealthy people, residents who paid a high price to buy houses near Wuliang Temple, saw the monk demon and a large mosquito demon squatting in front of a man, leaning forward.
The man with several cuts in his linen clothes was being held down by four monks.
The thunder faded away, the lightning went out, and everything fell into darkness again.
The black clouds above my head are rolling, and it feels like they will collapse in the next moment.
Just then.
A gap opened in the clouds above, and a beam of moonlight cast down, shining on the eaves of the main hall of Wuliang Temple.
Above the corner of the eaves, a man in a green robe with the wind in his hand, an unsheathed sword in his hand, and clean eyebrows is standing in the light.
He is condescending and is the only bright spot in the city.