Behind him was Xia Ze, who was holding a sword piercing his body, and in front of him were the hundreds of sharp spear shadows stabbed by Lu Yixiang. When his life was hanging by a thread, the boy statue decisively threw away the demon pestle in his hand, and then turned over like a bull, making preparations.
The action of rolling forward.
This move was extremely insidious, it was equivalent to directly exposing Xia Ze behind him to a dense rain of gunfire.
He Xu cried out and closed his eyes, not daring to look at Xia Ze's miserable condition.
The picture that could be imagined did not appear. Xia Ze stepped on his back, using it as a fulcrum, tightly holding the hilt of the Lihuo Bahuang Sword, pouring thousands of pounds of power into his hands, and forcibly thought about it.
The Buddhist boy statue is about to roll over.
Thousands of spears rained down like a gushing torrent, mixed with the harsh sound of breaking wind, piercing the statue one after another and sinking into his body.
Under the rain of tassels and spears one after another, his body gradually became riddled with holes, and finally he had to endure the pain and turn around to grab Xia Ze's body.
Xia Ze had foreseen that he was going to counterattack, he had already put the sword blade across his chest, shouted loudly, and a red sword blade light rolled up bursts of flames, cutting off all five fingers of the statue.
In a hurry, another iron fist filled with a faint scent of incense and a strong demonic aura suddenly came towards him. Xia Ze was unable to dodge, and with a muffled grunt, he was knocked away by the punch.
The figure that flew out knocked down five temple walls one after another, and was finally submerged in the misty sand. The statue of the boy ignored the overwhelming rain of guns. With a thought, black evil energy spread from the limbs and bones, accompanied by the noisy roar.
Loud noises gathered in the palm of his hand.
"Eight Hot Hells!"
On Diancang Mountain, the originally dark night sky was unknowingly covered with a layer of creepy red. A huge vortex opened three feet above Diancang Mountain, and a ghost eye as big as a mountain slowly opened.
open.
On the statue of the boy, white dust kept falling, gradually turning into small and large cracks, appearing all over the body. He sighed helplessly: "It's a little difficult to use the complete eight heat hells, so just retreat.
Ask for the next best thing.”
"Hot hell!"
The vortex gradually narrowed, and when it was about to close, a fireball the size of a firefly fell from the ghost's eyes. As the falling speed accelerated, it was already the size of a millstone when it landed on the ground.
"Brother Xia Ze!" He Xu watched helplessly as the fireball landed where Xia Ze was hit.
A huge pillar of fire, three feet high, rose, accompanied by an earth-shaking explosion.
The shattered fireball scattered into tens of thousands of sparks.
In an instant, a sea of fire ignited in this ancient temple with a long history. Many merchants and escorts in the temple rolled and howled in the sea of fire, and then turned into steaming mist.
"Vichuluo, stop quickly, turn around as soon as possible, and don't commit any more murderous crimes." Liu Qingya looked at the people rolling in the sea of fire, feeling helpless.
"I have changed my mind now. I will kill you first, then pull out the willow tree and use the refining method to make another body. Wouldn't it be nice?" He smiled sinisterly, then stepped on the ground with both feet, killing quietly.
Arrive in front of Liu Qingya.
"Stop being so arrogant!" Lu Yixiang raised his spear, and an invisible force exploded in Bichuluo's chest. Black blood spurted out from the wound and fell to the ground. There was a stabbing sound and green smoke rose.
Vicchura snorted coldly, waved his hand, and there were flames like a dragon crossing the alley, converging on his vajra from all directions. The extreme heat made his vajra like a piece of burning charcoal, and besides his temperament, it was like
I can feel that terrible heat.
The vajra pestle struck down, and Lu Yixiang turned his spear to resist. The spear and pestle shook each other. Between the two of them, a wave of air spread quickly.
The old man took three steps back, seemingly outmatched, but in fact he was keeping the distance so that Vichuro could relax his vigilance, and unexpectedly fired a shot with a hidden murderous intent.
An inch long is strong; an inch short is dangerous.
The red tassel of the spear was flying, blocking Vichuro's vision. His throat felt cold, and cold black blood continued to flow down his neck.
One shot to seal the throat.
"Won?" Lu Yixiang was overjoyed.
With a gun pierced through his throat, Vichuro swung a stick, and the dazzling fire almost illuminated the courtyard like daylight.
At this time, Lu Yixiang gradually came to his senses. This Biqiuluo was probably deliberately selling a weakness in front of him, tricking him into sealing his throat, and thus seizing the opportunity to hit him hard. In this Taoxi Temple, Biqiu Luo was Qiuluo is equivalent to the master here. He can mobilize the power of incense in the temple to repair the body of the statue at will.
As long as the injury is not fatal in an instant, you can recover as before in a short time.
But it was too late. The fire from the demon-conquering pestle had already reached his back. The hot flames burned the clothes on his back into fly ash, and then there was the burning smell of flesh burned by the flames.
Lu Yixiang's face showed an expression of calmly facing death.
Liu Qingya, who had been gasping for breath for a long time, finally took action at this moment. He stepped lightly, made a hand seal with his hands, and then silently recited: "Spring comes out of dead trees."
In Vichuluo's puzzled look, dense willow buds sprouted from his body, and in the blink of an eye, they turned into arm-thick vines, tightly wrapped around his body. In an instant, there were thousands of green branches. The dripping willow leaves were like sharp barbs, sinking into his body bit by bit.
"Damn old woman! You're crazy!" He yelled, but he couldn't get away no matter what.
Lu Yixiang's eyes were stern, his feet were separated from the front and back, and the spear was dragged behind him. With the seven feet around him as the dividing line, an inexplicable momentum rose from the ground like a tornado.
Pichuluo raised his eyebrows, this old man must be desperate.
Raging flames ignited on his body, and as the flames grew stronger, the vines around him were burned to black, and then fell to the ground. However, after the original vines fell off, a steady stream of new vines emerged from them. There were growths on his body, clinging to his limbs like long snakes.
There was blood flowing from the corner of Liu Qingya's mouth, and his figure was shaking.
"Heaven and earth... live together!" Lu Yixiang shouted violently! Then thousands of clones separated, each holding a seven-foot spear, some were false and true, some were strange and right; some were false, true and true, and some were strange and strange. It is upright; its advance is sharp, its retreat is rapid, its momentum is dangerous, and its knot is short; it is immobile like a mountain, and moves like thunder. Everyone's marksmanship is different.
Vichuro no longer dared to hold back, and a blast of energy exploded from his body, knocking back the vines all over his body. He transformed from the original size of two feet to a height of four feet.
With his eyes glowing red, he looked like two lanterns rising in the sky at night. He raised the pestle and circled it above his head three times, shattering the dark clouds in the sky, and then smashed the pestle down.
Looking from the bottom of Diancang Mountain, one can vaguely see the overwhelming fire rain falling on the Taoxi Temple.
Thousands of figures from Lu Yixiang, armed with spears and demon-subduing pestles burning with flames that covered the sky, came to kill each other.
There are constant figures of Lu Yixiang, who were blasted into powder by the fire rain. On the surface of the demon-subduing pestle, the flaming ghost and the old man were fighting together, and they were both covered in blood.
Just as the evil ghost was pierced by a gun, the old man's head was separated, and the air was filled with strong blood.
The Demonic Pestle made a deafening explosion and exploded into countless pieces.
All the flame ghosts and Lu Yixiang's clones disappeared into thin air.
In the temple, there was an old man sitting on the ground. His beard and hair suddenly turned white, and his body was like a withered bone. His eyes were closed tightly, and he lowered his head suddenly, motionless.
Beside him, a four-foot-tall child walked out. With a pair of big hands that didn't fit his face, he grabbed the old man's head and dragged him towards Liu Qingyi.
"Hey, if you continue to resist, it won't be as simple as death." Pichuluo's eyes were fierce, he laughed ferociously, and stretched out a slender nine-inch long tongue from his mouth.
"Let him go, let go of the innocent people in the temple, and I will give you the demon elixir that I have accumulated for hundreds of years." Liu Qingya was helpless, suppressing his aura, as if he had finally accepted his fate.
"That's pretty much it." Vichuro said happily, but then quickly added, "In these years, you have been next to me, but you have repeatedly stopped me from killing merchants. Have you ever thought about whether it is worth it? For Are these pilgrims who are full of bronze odor going to watch themselves disappear into heaven and earth?"
"There's no point in whether it's worth it or not. I just think it's wrong." Liu Qingya was calm and smiled lightly.
"Do you really not know that the abbot of this temple is the reincarnation of the culprit who killed your family?" Piqiuluo threw Lu Yixiang on the ground, clapped his hands, and looked at Liu Qingya with a look in his eyes full of teasing.
"I know." Liu Qingya said calmly.
"Oh? Is your brain broken? My Qingshen Empress? A person was spurned by the people, had her golden body broken, and was exiled to this place. She became a pitiful earth spirit who can only live in willow trees. You have not been with me these years. There is also a tiger demon refining demonic energy together, how many mouthfuls of incense have you eaten? Just for the so-called righteousness, you have to die for these lowly people."
"I really wonder if eating this demon pill of yours will damage my brain." He said leisurely.
"Aunt Qing...leave me alone...go quickly...don't give him the demon pill!" Lu Yixiang vomited a mouthful of blood and groaned.
"What are you waiting for? Take out the demon pill, or I will kill the old man in front of you." He threatened.
"Aunt Qing!" Lu Yixiang lay on the ground unable to move, her eyes dim with tears.
"Grandma Qingya! No!" He Xu also shouted.
Liu Qingya's five fingers on her right hand were like hooks, and she dug into the cyan light on her chest. Her expression was painful, she screamed, and she suddenly took out a cyan bead.
"Here you go! As agreed, let them go..." Liu Qingya's face turned pale, and her figure became a bit more transparent.
Vichuro grabbed the demon pill, pressed it into his chest, and then suddenly raised his head: "You kid! You're troublesome! I'll kill you first for fun."
"You!" Liu Qingya's expression suddenly changed.
There was a huge palm shadow filled with strong murderous intent. With lightning speed, it suddenly shot towards He Xu, Liu Qingya, and Lu Yixiang, who were too late to rescue them.
Seeing that something bad was going on, Xiaobai twisted his body and quickly disappeared into the clouds with He Xu on his back.
With a rumble, the clouds where the white dragon was hiding were suddenly annihilated in the huge firelight.
"If you don't keep your word, even a baby will be killed! You!" Liu Qingya was filled with grief and anger, but there was nothing he could do.
"Save your strength. With this demon pill, you can't beat me. Without the demon pill, you are no different from a remnant soul now." Vicchuro said.
Suddenly heavy rain fell in the sky, extinguishing the fire in the courtyard bit by bit.
The raindrops fell on Vichuro's body, blowing away the black blood that had flowed out due to his injuries. He suddenly hesitated, and then wiped the rain off his face in fear. His face, which was originally as childlike as a child, began to collapse.
In the remaining firelight, a young figure faintly walked out.