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081 Killing

Even if the streets are covered with talisman paper and talismans are engraved on all usable and unusable places, monsters escaping from the ruins cannot be completely eliminated.

Therefore, the children of Ziwei Pavilion have to patrol every day.

This is their home.

Fu Zong ignored them, and they could not ignore their relatives and friends in Qingzhou.

Jiang Huaiyu nodded and rushed in the direction of Wen Yi.

...

Shen Yu waited for a long time, but Wen Yi did not come. Instead, he waited for a group of masters headed by the Golden Core Realm and leading the team from the Out of Body Realm.

A mortal grabbed the robe of the last monk in the team and begged, "Help me...immortal help me, there are monsters catching me!"

Obviously, he didn't know that his neighbor had turned into a monster, and he was scared to death.

The monk smiled and said: "Okay."

The next moment, a stream of spiritual power condensed in his palm, sending the mortal to heaven.

Shen Yu's eyes narrowed dangerously, and he snapped his fingers before the group of people arrived.

The strong murderous aura shrouded the two of them without leaking out, cutting off everyone's sight and making them completely invisible.

Unless a powerful person above the combined realm comes, no one can see through it.

Wen Yi lay on Shen Yu's knees, and the two of them sat at the front of the temple majestically but no one could see them.

"Mr. Wuya, have you sensed where the Qianyuan Sword fragment is?" A person whispered, "The Lord's order is for us to take this fragment back. Please do not act rashly."

The head of the spoon floating above Sinan turned around and finally pointed at Shen Yu.

Wuya looked at the empty temple and frowned, "Go and have a look inside."

Everyone looked at each other and followed Wuya into the temple.

Shen Yu looked at everyone's backs coldly, and a black and red murderous aura suddenly appeared on the robe of the last monk.

The murderous aura was like gangrene that penetrated the monk's skin silently through his robes, wandered into his brain, and invaded his eyes.

From beginning to end, the parasitized monk was unaware of it.

Shen Yu closed his eyes.

At this moment, the monk's eyes were his eyes.

There are two statues of gods placed in the dilapidated temple.

There is a statue with bright red Manzhu Shahua at its feet, holding a long sword, and looking down at all living beings indifferently, which makes the soles of your feet feel cold and you dare not be presumptuous.

Another statue of the god is on the right, holding a folding fan and a cornucopia, with a kind smile that makes people unable to help but get close to it.

Seeing Feng Jianyue and himself being worshiped side by side, Shen Yu just felt sick.

“Bang bang bang!”

The monk parasitized by Shen Yu drew his life sword and chopped the statue of Feng Jian Yue to pieces.

Wuya and the others turned around suddenly and said sternly: "What's wrong with you?"

Shen Yu withdrew his gaze and pulled back Wen Yi, who was about to fall, with his strong hands. He looked at the messy street with an expressionless face and glanced away in disgust.

In the temple, the person parasitized by Shen Yu suddenly realized. He suddenly came back to his senses and looked at his inexplicable behavior. Facing the sharp sword-like eyes of everyone, he took a deep breath:

"I just think this place is too evil, and I want to see if the fragments are hidden in the statue."

Wu Ya suspected that he was being controlled. After casting the spell and checking it, he didn't see any problems before he stopped, "It's not impossible."

Someone suggested cutting down the statue of Prince Brute, but Wuya stopped him, "Back in the days when demons were rampant in Qingzhou, Prince Brute did a good deed even though he was notorious.

Prince Ru has ascended, and the gods cannot see, hear or hear. If he were to know and kill you when you are in the Mahayana realm to go through the tribulation, you might not regret it in time."

Everyone was shocked.

There is a god at the top of your head. No one can be offended by monks who have ascended or are rumored to have ascended.

Everyone saluted Shen Yu's statue and then left.

When a group of people passed by Shen Yu, black and red spiritual energy appeared in his palm and silently hit the monk.

"Bang!"

A torrent of murderous aura as vast as the sea poured into the monk's body, and he exploded to pieces in an instant, with scarlet blood and internal organs scattered all over the floor.

Wuya gasped.

The rest of the people looked at each other.

It seems that what Mr. Wu Ya said is true. There is a god at the top of the head. Fortunately, they did not have the audacity to destroy the statue of Prince Brutal, otherwise they would have ended up like this.

"Don't pack it up yet." Wu Ya said in a deep voice, "The people from Ziwei Pavilion are coming."

The fragments of the Qianyuan Sword are not here and may have fallen into the ruins of the God War.

Wu Ya decided that on the day of the God Festival, after opening the ruins of the God War, he entered the ruins to look for the whereabouts of the fragments.

The group of people hurriedly cleaned up the mess and disappeared into the thick fog before everyone from Ziwei Pavilion arrived.

"Snapped!"

Shen Yu snapped his fingers, and the barrier surrounding his body disappeared. Wen Yi, who had fainted, still didn't wake up.

He found a white jade red sun pill from Wen Yi's Qiankun bag and poured it into it.

After a while, Wen Yi's pale face gradually returned to rosy.

It's just that this ugly disguise made Shen Yu upset, as her original face looked less pleasing to the eye.

"Cough cough cough."

In the dream, Wen Yi coughed slightly.

Shen Yu: "Are you awake? We should go back."

The unconscious Wen Yi did not respond.

Shen Yu looked down at the disguised ordinary or even slightly ugly face. Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly saw a group of people wielding swords coming from a distance.

He gently placed Wen Yi on the ground and sat aside with an indifferent expression.

"Wen Yi?!" Fu Yu saw a familiar person lying on the ground. He rushed forward in three steps and picked him up, "Wen Yi, wake up."

Shen Yu stood aside, his eyebrows knitted together, and his mood suddenly hit rock bottom.

Fu Yun, who was following closely behind, felt his heart skip a beat when he heard the word 'Wen Yi'.

It wasn't until he saw the person in his junior brother's arms that he breathed a sigh of relief.

It turns out they have the same name and surname.

"Senior brother, look." Fu Yu looked at the devastated Beicheng, "What... what on earth happened?"

Fu Yun's expression changed, and he didn't understand why so many ghosts and monsters that should have been sealed in the ruins of the War of Gods suddenly appeared here.

It was only when I walked in that I saw clearly that these people who were carefully protected by Ziwei Pavilion had long been possessed by resurrected ghosts and were no longer human.

The power to seriously injure them comes from the same source as the power to seriously injure the thermometer.

Fu Yun's face became increasingly ugly on the smoky street, "Check, we must find out who is behind this."

As he walked back, he suddenly saw an ordinary man who died in a miserable state.

The aura left on this person's body is different from the power that turned Beicheng upside down. It should have come from another person.

Two forces suddenly joined in. Fu Yun had no clue, "Bring her back to Ziwei Pavilion."

As soon as the words fell.

A figure suddenly walked out of the thick fog.

After seeing the person clearly, Fu Yun frowned slightly and said, "Why do you want Lord Lingyu to come to Qingzhou?"

Jiang Huaiyu looked around and said, "Your Majesty, the Seal of the Sword-seeking Sect, Wu Lingyuan, it has come to Qingzhou. Since the Pavilion Master is here, he also knows about it and takes his leave."

The God Festival is approaching, and the ruins of the God War are about to be opened.

The Sword Sect, the Yunshui Sword Sect, the mysterious power that stirred up the storm, the monk who killed that ordinary person, and the seven elders of the Miao Miao Huan Palace who were rumored to have arrived in Qingzhou all gathered in this small area.

Fu Yun felt unprecedented pressure.


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