Chapter Five Hundred and Twenty-Four Monks, Taoists, Lonely Ghosts, Seek Support]
I just heard the man let out a strange laugh like a night owl and said: "The black and white figures in Xingzhou and Dizhou are probably all here, right? How can you stop me?"
The old monk in the front row is the presiding officer of Jinshan Temple in Xingzhou. He held the Buddha's salute with one palm and pronounced the Buddha's name in a loud voice:
"The magic chariot of the Tianyin Sect has passed through, causing countless casualties and cruelty. It is really hard for me to just sit back and watch."
The black-robed old man sneered coldly, "What nonsense are you talking about! Is it really hard to just sit back and watch? Fa Yuan, old bald donkey, if you really can't just sit back and watch, then go find trouble with Old Monster Lu. The evil things that the Qiankun Gang has done over the years, I
Tianyin Sect is content to be defeated.
As for casualties?
Humph! Our Tianyin religion has always had this rule. If you don’t stay far away from the incense cars passing by them, why should you keep the incense cars away from them? You’re seeking your own death. I can’t blame you!"
As soon as these words came out, there was a sudden roar in the audience.
Standing in the row on the left were the three evil spirits of Mopan Mountain in Dizhou. With a sudden step, they had already approached the incense car and roared: "What an arrogant thing! Look at the grandpas who chopped you alive for my injustice."
Revenge for the dead disciple!"
The six palms were waved together, and four poisonous winds carrying a fishy smell were swept forward like arrows. The third evil spirit Hao Longhui was even more vicious, and the wind of his palms was slashed diagonally towards the carriage.
There are a total of eight Tianyin Sect incense carriages, which are placed in all directions. They are specially designed to take the talented and talented boys and girls from the folk and send them to the Tianyin Sect's general altar.
No one cares!
The driver of every incense cart is the messenger on every road. He has a high status in the Tianyin Sect, no less than the elders of the General Altar.
The three evil spirits of Mopanshan are well-known villains in the Dizhou underworld. Each of them has a sinister kung fu. Anyone who is caught in the palm of a hundred poisonous sinister winds will die.
Zhu Biao watched carefully from behind, seeing that the Tianyin Sect, the major demon sect, and the Qiankun Gang were far superior to many of the first-rate forces in the world.
If the Qiankun Gang was only considered a local powerhouse, such as Kuadaomen and Lujiang Ridge in the Northern Han Dynasty, then the Yin Sect was one of the six most famous sects in the Central Plains. There is such a gap.
Suddenly, a sinister groan sounded, and the old man in black robe shook the riding whip in a circle, and all six poisonous winds were broken by the whip. Then the riding whip was stretched out towards Sansha, and the bodies of the three people were suddenly connected together, and then they were
The old man in black robe was shaken and fell two or three feet away. He fell to the ground with a clatter and did not move at all.
This movement was really as fast as a flash of light. Monk Fayuan was so profound in his skills that he didn't notice it clearly. He was so shocked that he couldn't help but whisper the Buddha's name again.
The old man in black robe flashed green eyes, glanced around, and smiled sternly, with an expression of indescribable aloofness and contempt.
This angered a person standing by. He strode to the incense car and sneered: "I want to see how capable the Tianyin Sect's Bafang Envoys are!"
He stretched out his hand, but instead of hitting the old man in black robe, he grabbed the car in vain. This claw was very powerful, and the strength burst, and there were faint cracks and ripples in the air.
"Seeking death!" the old man in black robe shouted loudly.
A palm shot out horizontally, and a silent wind blew up like a tidal wave.
The person who came here also had pure skills and was even more arrogant. He snorted coldly and turned his capture into a slap.
Bang! He actually slapped the old man in black robe head-on.
But after hearing a muffled groan, the man's body flew up like a kite with broken strings, accompanied by blood, and fell straight to the grass by the roadside.
The old man in black robe was vicious and brutal. With just a few moves, he killed four masters, one good, three evil, and so on. The whole audience was shocked. The threat of death choked everyone's breath...
The eight monks standing behind Monk Fa Yuan shouted the Buddha's name in unison like thunder.
"Namo Amitabha!" They all pushed their palms away and struck at the black-robed old man.
The Jinshan Temple's Little Vajra Formation is also well-known in the world of Xingzhou and Dizhou. Each of the eight Vajra Formations has profound cultivation, and the family's palm power is astonishing. Several palms are fired together, like a wild phoenix rising from the ground.
With overwhelming force, it rolled down and hit the old man in black robe.
The old man in black robe smiled coldly, and waved his whip with his right hand, as if he was a swimming dragon. He rolled it up and threw it away, having relieved part of his palm power. Then with a flick of his big sleeve, a bone-eroding cold wind suddenly rose up and blew away against the palm of his hand.
"Boom..." There was a sound of thunder on the ground, tearing apart the space.
The eight monks couldn't stand on their feet, and they all slid back three or two steps. Two lines of purple blood flowed from each person's mouth, and the incense cart also squeaked twice.
At this time, the monk Dharma Yuan himself suddenly took two steps forward, chanted the Buddha's name loudly, and pushed out his palms flatly. The same "Powerful Vajra Palm" was more than one step ahead of the Eight Great Vajra Palms.
The black-robed old man's eyes widened, and he let out a fierce and passionate roar. He whipped the two horses' backs with his long whip, his left arm curled up in a semicircle, and "Whoa--" slashed into the air with a biting coldness!
"Boom -" The loud explosion turned the sleeves of the old man in black robes' left arm into pieces of rags and flew up, like hundreds of butterflies flying in the strong wind. It revealed that the old man was as thin as dry wood, but faintly...
Arms with a silver-green sheen.
Monk Fa Yuan retreated three feet and spat out a mouthful of blood. Before he could give any further instructions, the old man in black robe drove his vehicle straight towards the Eight Great Vajras.
The Eight Great Vajras pumped up the blood in their chests that had not yet calmed down, and then struck out with their palms together.
The riding whip in the black-robed old man's hand suddenly turned into a straight line, splitting the wind coming from his palm into two like a sharp blade. A circle of silver-green energy flashed around him. The friction of the air caused a series of 'cracking'
There was a grinding sound, as if the air was on fire.
A large force of palms slid past both sides of the incense cart. The Eight Vajras retreated, and the man in black robe waved his riding whip with his right arm, and swayed like a spiritual snake towards the four monks on the right.
"Hey!" There was a sound of a sharp sword being unsheathed, and the fish-tailed crown Taoist standing on the right flew into the air, with a sword shining like seven stars. The seven-point sword light like a spoon was like a comet flying in the sky, dragging its long awn tail straight down.
The old man in black robe rolled the whip towards the Four Vajras.
"Poof!" It was like the sound of a bubble being popped. The black light attached to the riding crop collided with the seven-point comet, was annihilated, and disappeared into nothingness.
The two horses driving the car raised their heads and neighed, their hooves leaped into the air, and the distance of three feet passed by in an instant. Monk Fayuan did not use his mantis arms to block the car, and tilted his body outward to retreat one foot, but he also took the photo while retreating.
Hit the wheel with a palm.
"Boom -" A piece of silver-blue Gang Qi surged out from the old man's bare, skinny left arm in black robe. When they collided, the silver-green Gang Qi rippled like a water mirror, but Monk Fayuan...
He fell backward and squatted on his butt.
The sound of the car went away, and for a moment there was no shadow.
Taoist Yuweiguan stamped his feet and let out a long sigh, then in a deep voice he ordered the disciples behind him: "Bring those four here and take a look." But he was talking about the Three Evils of Mopanshan and another person before Jinshan Temple took action.
Monk Fa Yuan stood up and walked side by side with the Taoist. Neither of them knew that in the car that was going away, several pairs of clear children's eyes were looking at them with hatred...
The six Taoists agreed and brought the Mopanshan Sansha and another person over. They saw purple-black blood stains from the seven orifices of the lonely man. The blood stains at the corners of his mouth turned into ice ridges that had not melted yet. His heart was broken.
Look at the three evil spirits of Mopan Mountain. Each person has five to seven major points on his body that were hit by the cold force, and his soul has traveled to heaven.
This black-robed old man used a horse whip to hit three underworld masters in several large acupoints in an instant, and threw them two feet away. With his speed, accuracy in identifying acupoints, and strong skills, he was really powerful.
Seeing all the heroes present shaking their heads, they were horrified and shocked. Monk Fayuan of Jinshan Temple had the most solemn look on his face. He led the Eight King Kongs and recited a rebirth mantra to the four corpses. Then he waved his hand gently, turned around and jumped, leading the Eight King Kongs.
The monk disappeared into the dusk.
Taoist Yuweiguan also led six disciples and recited a spell to the four of them, and then walked towards the roadside instead of taking the main road.
The rest of the people who came in were dejected and dispersed one after another. Soon the silence returned to the roadside.
Xu Wentao drove the carriage over, and Song Yannan drove the carriage over. The bells rang, like the sad music to send off ghosts...
The night is dark, the crescent moon is crescent, and the stars are dotted.
It is common for people in the martial arts to work hard for three to five days without sleeping. Xu Wentao is not a martial artist, but his skills have penetrated the two channels of Ren and Du, and he does not feel tired even if he drives all day long. Besides, a general in the army,
Sometimes it is more eye-opening than a charlatan.
Xu Wentao has lived a comfortable life for more than a year, but his old habits have not been lost at all.
"Hey!" Xu Wentao reined in the horse and his eyes flashed with cold light. "That friend has arrived? Do you have any advice?" Two thigh-thick trees appeared on the official road, and the branches and leaves have not been removed.
"Hehehehe..." sneers came from all directions.
Zhu Biao frowned in the carriage. The people in the world really didn’t know what to say. Whenever those demons showed up, or pretended to be mysterious, they would just make these sinister smiles. The first impression on people was bad.
Very bad, which means he doesn't look like a good person.
"You are all here from the Yunmeng Conference, right? Hehe, we brothers will not harm anyone. As long as you hand over the things obediently, we will let you go and we will never break our promise!"
"elder brother!"
Zhu Cai'er, who was sleeping in the deepest room, rubbed her eyes and sat up, "I'm already asleep, who's screaming? You won't let anyone sleep in the middle of the night. Do you have any sense of justice?"
Under the influence of Zhu Biao, my little sister gradually became a bit like Zhu Biao in her speech. She almost knew all the new words.
"Haha..." Song Yannan's voice came from behind. "The little girl sleeps peacefully, a few little thieves who broke the road..."
After muttering something, Zhu Cai'er woke up completely, "Brother..." she shouted to Zhu Biao again.
"I'll sleep with you. Just send these few wandering ghosts away and go!"
Zhu Biao's voice was not loud, but he did not deliberately silence it late at night and spread it far away.
This made the few people blocking the road very angry. "Haha, you have such a crazy tone. If you don't drink the toast, you will be fined. Let's see how grandpa will rip off your heads."
"Russing..." The sound of clothes piercing the air reached Zhu Biao's eardrums amidst the furious shouting. Four figures, from east to west, north and south, tightly surrounded the two carriages in the middle! (To be continued. Please
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