However, the opponent's speed was unbelievable. Xiao Yu only saw a flash of black light, and the person disappeared without a trace, and the stick he drew out actually hit the opponent completely empty.
"Brother Chen, be careful, they are very fast, don't get hurt."
The blow missed, Xiao Yu couldn't help but was shocked, and hurriedly called out a warning.
As soon as his voice fell, black shadows rushed towards him again from several directions around him, but as soon as they rushed two or three meters in front of him, they disappeared again, as if they had turned into air.
"Don't worry, I am a man of steel. Even if I stand here, they can't hurt me."
There was some pride in the ghost corpse's voice, but as soon as he finished speaking, a black shadow flashed out from beside him, and deep marks appeared on the ghost corpse's exposed chest.
"Hey, it's really powerful. Be careful, they have poison on their hands."
The ghost corpse looked at his chest. Several wounds slowly turned black. If he hadn't been a corpse and there was no blood flowing, the poison would have entered his internal organs.
"The Ghost Hidden Sect does indeed have some abilities. These disciples have very low cultivation levels, but thanks to this ghost, they are able to rise to this level of strength. It's amazing, amazing."
Xiao Yu said something in appreciation, but still didn't take action. He wanted to see what other methods the other party had.
"Hey, I haven't used it yet, this is just an appetizer."
After injuring the ghost corpse with one blow, the people from Guiyinmen were a little proud and wandered around even more unscrupulously, looking for opportunities to sneak attack on Xiao Yu and the others.
As for the group of monks from Qianfo Temple, they were standing far away and did not come to help, as if they were preparing to continuously consume Xiao Yu's physical strength.
The Western Xuanmen people also gathered together. One of them opened the black book and kept muttering something.
"Brother Chen, fight quickly and don't hurt their lives. I feel that there is something weird about those Western Xuanmen people."
Xiao Yu glanced at the Westerners, and then whispered to the ghost corpse.
"Okay, pay attention to them and leave these to me."
The ghost corpse nodded slightly, then took a step forward, and the corpse energy on his body began to spread to the surroundings.
As the corpse gas spread, the people from Guiyinmen who just ran out felt as if they had entered cotton, and their speed suddenly slowed down.
"Hey, you thought you were the only ones who could play this, and I could do it too."
The ghost corpse looked at the ghost ghost disciple who was moving like a snail, and felt proud for a moment. Then he stretched out his hand and grabbed it in front of him. The ghost corpse disciple seemed to be pushed by someone and began to keep approaching the ghost corpse.
Although Xiao Yu couldn't control the corpse energy as flexibly as the ghost corpse, he had a stick in his hand. When the people from Guiyinmen approached, he would not hesitate to strike forward with the stick, knocking several people away in succession.
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However, these Taoists were now controlled by ghosts. Even if they were in pain, they did not feel it. So after falling to the ground, they immediately stood up again, but this time they did not approach immediately, but circled around the corpse energy.
"Be careful, I'll go too."
The ghost corpse knocked out a Taoist from the Guiyin Sect, and then strode forward, leaving Xiao Yu standing there.
Seeing the ghost corpse leaving, a group of monks from Qianfo Temple were immediately overjoyed, and then rushed out without hesitation and surrounded Xiao Yu again.
"Disciples, avenge Senior Brother and kill Xiao Yu."
A group of monks stood together, holding various magic weapons in their hands, and began to circle around Xiao Yu, looking for opportunities to take action.
Xiao Yu held the long stick in his hand, looked at the group of monks, and smiled calmly, "I don't want to go on a killing spree. You leave now. I won't cause you any trouble. If we are forcing each other hard, don't blame my men for being ruthless."
Although he injured a monk, he did not kill him, and Xiao Yu did not want to become an enemy of Buddhism.
"Xiao Yu, don't be pretentious. If you don't meet Taoist and Buddhist artifacts today, you'll be dead."
A few nights ago, the obese monk who was injured by Xiao Yu was shaking his body fat and laughing excitedly.
Seeing the other party acting like this, Xiao Yu couldn't help but frown, and then said in his heart, "You forced me to do that."
As soon as he finished speaking, Xiao Yu waved the long stick in his hand and drew it out towards the fat monk.
But this time, before the long stick in his hand could touch the great monk, he was stopped by several monks working together.
The fat monk held a Zen staff in his hand, and the weapons in the hands of other disciples were also strange-shaped, including steel rings, spears, and all kinds of things, but Xiao Yu felt that these were not ordinary objects.
"There are indeed many treasures in the Hidden Gate. In this case, they are all mine."
Xiao Yu was not surprised but overjoyed. He swept the crowd with his long stick and jumped out a few meters behind. With a wave of his hand, hundreds of talismans flew out densely and then transformed into various attacks, wrapping up a group of monks.
Taking advantage of this moment, Xiao Yu moved his body and rushed to a monk. Before the monk could react, he slapped the monk on the head and knocked him back more than ten steps. Then the monk's body
He tilted and fell to the ground.
With the help of the talisman's cover, Xiao Yu was like a wild beast, shaking from time to time inside. Under his constant movement, the monks began to fall to the ground one by one, not knowing whether they were alive or dead.
"Xiao Yu, you are looking for death."
The obese monk looked at the brothers around him who kept falling, and his eyes seemed to be spitting out fire.
But Xiao Yu's speed was too fast, and with his fat body, he couldn't catch the opponent at all.
"Are you looking for me?"
While the great monk was looking around for Xiao Yu, a cold voice suddenly came from behind him. This made the fat monk's heart tremble, and he waved the Zen staff in his hand and smashed it in the direction of the sound.
But the other party's hit didn't hit anything at all, and behind him, Xiao Yu's voice came again, "You've had enough fun, you can go see the Buddha."
Then, there was only a bang, and the fat monk trembled all over, flew out, and fell to the ground like last time, but this time, he was seriously injured, and Xiao Yu did not kill him.
At this point, there are only five disciples left in Qianfo Temple, namely the disciple who was beaten unconscious by Xiao Yu before, the monk in sackcloth, and the two young novice monks.
"Next, it's your turn."
Since he had beaten so many monks from Qianfo Temple, Xiao Yu would naturally not let these few go, otherwise he would not be able to live in peace in the future, so he had to eradicate them.
Seeing Xiao Yu walking towards them, the two young novice monks picked up the monk sticks and stood in front of the Mai monk as if they were facing a formidable enemy.
"Xiao Yu, you can't kill us. If you kill us, you will die badly."
The two young novice monks looked at Xiao Yu, kept backing away, and their bodies began to tremble.
"I'm sorry, it was your senior brothers who forced me to do this. If you want to blame me, blame them."
Xiao Yu looked at the two young monks unbearably, then waved his hand, and a wooden sword flew out from the ground and flew towards the two young monks.
"Amitabha, Master Xiao Yu, the young monk has no cultivation, so don't kill rashly."
At the critical moment, Monk Mai came out from behind. With a wave of his hand, Xiao Yu's two wooden swords were blocked by him.
