I Have a Luck Altar

When Chen Yuan returned to the gate of the Ci'en Temple, the fighting was still going on, but it was almost over. The ground was full of dead bodies, including monks from the Ci'en Temple and government officials from Ping'an County.

Among them, there are many people that Chen Yuan is familiar with.

But they all lay quietly on the ground, some curled up, howling.

"boom!"

A huge roar exploded, Chen Yuan looked up, and the four men in black robes around Zhang Xuan were all repulsed and fell to the ground, holding their chests and looking at Zhang Xuan viciously.

There seemed to be a blue wall of air around him, and he glanced at the dead man coldly.

The next moment, the fingertips flickered again and again, and four streams of Qi burst out of the air and blasted at the dantians of the four men in black robes.

"what"

"no no"

"Zhang Xuan, you abolished us!"

Several men in black robes roared angrily, raised their arms at the same time, and shot out four pitch-black crossbow arrows in unison.

But Zhang Xuan did not dodge, and swept across with the long knife in his hand, sweeping away all the crossbow arrows that came.

"Those jumping clowns dare to show off their power in front of this envoy!"

Zhang Xuan snorted coldly.

On the other side, Li Mingqi was extremely aggrieved by the punishment, his body was already stained red with blood, and the Bailian knife in his hand was broken by him, and several sky patrolling guards beside him died two times and injured three times.

Only Yue Shan and a guy with a scar on his face were left to hold on, but they were still holding on, his face was dripping with sweat, and he looked at Jie Nan with fear.

Masters at the condensate level are indeed not comparable to them.

If Li Mingqi hadn't taken on most of the pressure, they might have been wiped out.

"boom!!!"

Jie Nan's footsteps flickered, an afterimage was drawn, and a palm slammed on Li Mingqi's left shoulder, making a roar, and then he was directly blasted several feet away, and fell heavily to the ground.

"Master Zhang, come and save me!"

Li Mingqi shouted hastily.

Jie Nan's palm had injured his left shoulder and lost most of his strength.

Zhang Xuan glanced at Li Mingqi expressionlessly, a gust of cold wind blew under his feet, Zhang Xuan suddenly appeared in front of Jie Nan, and slashed straight down with his knife.

Jie Nan turned pale with shock, and quickly dodged sideways, the black evil energy lingering in his right palm suddenly blasted out.

Zhang Xuan snorted coldly, not dodging or dodging, and facing him with the same palm.

"boom!"

The cyan stellar energy intertwined with the black evil energy, but within half a breath, Jie Nan's body seemed to have received an indescribable force. He was blasted several feet away, rolled over, and slid a few steps on the ground before he came to a halt. .

"Zhang Xuan!"

Jie Nan's face is very ugly, his strength is so different from him, he is not a match at all.

Turning his head and glanced at the four ghosts who had collapsed on the ground with knives on their necks by several yamen servants, Jie Nan's eyes turned cold, he glanced at the position of the sun, and counted the time in his mind.

An hour has almost arrived.

Can.

Why hasn't the Holy Angel come yet?

"What I hate the most in this life is the bald donkey. Do you want to catch him without a fight, or does this envoy interrupt your meridians and then capture you?" Zhang Xuan held his left hand behind his back.

His face was neither sad nor happy, but extremely indifferent.

"Brother Yuan"

Wang Ping staggered to Chen Yuan's side, grinning.

"You are hurt?"

Chen Yuan frowned, and looked Wang Ping up and down. His body was covered in blood, and the long knife in his hand was a bit curled.

Wang Ping scratched his head and said with a smile:

"It's okay, it's all the blood of those bald donkeys. They are really ruthless, and they are not afraid of death."

Even thinking about it now, Wang Ping still has lingering fears.

Those monks were really not afraid of death, they didn't know what death was at all, even Wang Ping could feel that they were still longing for death.

"Brainwashed."

Chen Yuan shook his head.

No wonder the imperial court pursued Wusheng Cult so harshly, it was so fanatical, it was digging the foundation of the imperial court.

"This time it's over, I have to stay in the Goulan for a few days anyway." Wang Ping smiled heartlessly.

"Let's talk about it when we get back."

Chen Yuan has no interest in having women now.

"Arrogance!"

Jie Nan took a deep breath and let it out slowly, his eyes flickered, he suddenly took out a black fist-sized black bead from his bosom, and threw it at Zhang Xuan.

"Sky Thunder?"

Zhang Xuan's pupils shrank, and his body retreated a few feet in an instant.

"boom!!!"

A huge roar exploded instantly, and a huge deep pit was blasted out on the ground.

Zhang Xuan's clothes were a little messy, and his whole body was a little unstable.

"Huh? Gunpowder?"

Chen Yuan, who saw this scene not far away, was shocked.

But it doesn't seem to be sulfur.

Seeing that Zhang Xuan had endured the blow of Tianleizi abruptly and was not injured, Jie Nan cursed secretly:

"Damn it!"

Immediately, he turned around and was about to flee into the Temple of Mercy.

"Want to go?"

Zhang Xuan's face was gloomy, and the blue light in his hand was shining.

Looking at Jie Nan's body on the ground, Zhang Xuan's eyes were cold, and he ordered a few policemen to tie up the four black-robed men firmly, with iron chains piercing through the bones, and pressed them aside.

After Jie Nan died, all resistance forces in Ci'en Temple were officially declared destroyed.

Except for the four survivors, all of them were lying on the ground.

Chen Yuan came to Li Mingqi's side calmly, and helped him up:

"My lord, are you all right?"

"It's okay, I can't die"

Li Mingqi let out a long breath.

Standing up, Li Mingqi looked towards the direction of Ci'en Temple with some fear, and said loudly to Zhang Xuan:

"Master Zhang, I'm seriously injured, so I won't go in."

No one knows if there are any thieves from the Wusheng Sect inside, Li Mingqi thinks that for his own safety, it is better to be careful, anyway, he has a share of the credit.

Can't expect too much.

"Li Xianwei will stay here, Chen Yuan." Zhang Xuan called out.

Chen Yuan responded, and slowly came to Zhang Xuan's side, and cupped his hands:

"grown ups."

"You follow the emissary in"

"Yes."

Seeing this scene, Li Mingqi narrowed his eyes, thinking about something.

At this moment, all the command power was in the hands of Zhang Xuan, and he ordered all the remaining police officers, except for the four men in black robes, to enter the Temple of Mercy to search for the monks.

And he took Yue Shan Chen Yuan and the three sky patrolling guards to the direction of the main hall.

Chen Yuan led the way, led them to the gate of the small ruined temple, and told Zhang Xuan that he had stopped here at the beginning and did not dare to go forward to investigate.

"Someone came earlier?"

Zhang Xuan's face tightened, and he saw the pool of blood on the ground.

This was the trace left by Chen Yuan killing the lame fat man. Although he had thrown his body in the jungle behind the door, he hadn't had time to remove the blood.

Because Chen Yuan's time was short, no matter what he did, it would leave traces.

Thinking of this, Zhang Xuan quickly led a group of people through the small door.