I Just Want To Be Quiet

After all, the situation on the "Yu" side is unknown now, but the pink bride sent the "prisoner" out.

The other party is now alone and widowed. Under the same level, they can't stop Senior Sister Li and Yan Mingyu.

Even if the pink bride is in the territory, no matter how many formations and traps are arranged, it is the same.

Now, just waiting for confirmation of the recovery of the pink bride's cultivation. Once the power of the pink bride does not return to the emptiness level, he will let Senior Sister Li and Yan Mingyu immediately take action, destroy the other party's tombstone, and eliminate the pink bride first!

As long as the pink bride is out, there will only be one "Yu" left, and it will be much easier to deal with...

Thinking of this, Pei Ling closed his eyes and waited quietly before sitting on the tombstone.

… the geese return to the valley.

"Zhao's Great Immortal Temple".

The small temple is not big, but it has all the internal organs.

Although it seems from various traces that this place is full of vicissitudes and seems to have been built for a long time, it is spotless and clean, and the windows are clean and tidy.

The curling cigarettes diffused, and there was a vague sound of chanting chanting, which made people involuntarily hold their breaths and be in awe.

Fu Xuanxu stepped into the temple with a calm expression. He had just walked over the threshold when he heard a "bang", and the door behind him suddenly closed without wind.

He frowned slightly, and when he looked back, he saw that the dark door was tightly seamed, not even a single gap. It was tightly closed, and the latch behind the door was already inserted.

The surrounding area is empty, and not far away, there is a screen wall, engraved with a **** statue occupying two-thirds of the screen wall, which is driving out and suppressing many evil spirits.

In the dim temple, I was alone.

Fu Xuanxu was suddenly a little strange. He remembered that he didn't seem to be here alone?

But right now, I can't remember who my companions are...

After thinking for a moment, Fu Xuanxu shook his head, took his steps, and walked towards the screen wall.

Just after he walked into the screen wall, all the demons on the screen wall came to life. They were wriggling, struggling, and ferocious... slowly crawling out of the screen wall and chasing in the direction of Fu Xuanxu.

Fu Xuanxu stood in the courtyard and looked around. It was a small courtyard that was clear at a glance. The floor was covered with blue bricks, with flower beds on both sides, and many flowers, plants and trees were planted.

On the ground in the middle, there is a three-legged round tripod with the lid of the Four Seasons Flower Pavilion standing on it.

The dense incense sticks are inserted in it, burning roaringly, and the billowing cigarettes are constantly coming out, making the whole courtyard look like a smoky haze, like a fairyland.

Below the round tripod, there was a demon who was crying and begging for mercy.

Fu Xuanxu looked at it for a moment, and then walked towards the main room not far away.

The moment he crossed the round tripod, the demons who had been suppressed all turned into a cold black wind, following him like a shadow.

Soon, Fu Xuanxu took the steps in front of the main room, and the ghosts carved on the red pillars on both sides also drilled out of the pillars as he walked, and followed closely behind.

"Squeak."

The door of the main room was pushed open, revealing a small room.

This room is about the size of an ordinary farmhouse's main room. There is a square table for placing offerings. Above the square table is a long table for offering incense and sacrificial texts. On top of it, a bright yellow curtain hides a shrine.

Inside the shrine, sat a demon with a blue face and fangs and red eyes.

Its muscles are knotted, and the breath is fierce, making people dare not look directly.

At this time, there were four plates of melons and fruits, four plates of meat and fish, and a cup of wine on the square table.

Those meat and fish are raw, uncooked, and emit a distinct **** smell.

Even though the incense burner was burning in the round tripod behind him, and there was also a gilt gilded censer with a stick of incense sticks in it on the confession case, the smell of incense was strong, but it couldn't hide the stinky smell of meat.

Fu Xuanxu frowned slightly, turned his neck, and looked around.

The surrounding temperature dropped suddenly.

The incomparably rich Yin Qi rolled out between the fingers, submerging the entire temple.

Shadows criss-crossed and gradually emerged behind him...

Fu Xuanxu suddenly turned his head and saw that the door behind him was vacantly closed, and in the crack of the door, he could see a large number of cigarettes smoking inside the round tripod outside, but there was nothing else.

He frowned slightly, then slowly turned around and continued to look at the **** statue facing up.

At this time, between the beams and pillars above his head, densely packed demons were stacked like a mountain.

One of the fox-shaped, hairless ghosts quietly opened a large mouth full of white and sharp teeth, and then, its neck extended as if it were inexhaustible.

As the head lowered, the mouth of the blood basin was getting closer and closer to Fu Xuanxu, and when Fu Xuanxu could be swallowed in one bite...

boom!

With a loud noise, the ghost was blasted out without any resistance.

Fu Xuanxu slowly raised his head and looked coldly at the crowded, airtight ghost above, his whole body was full of aura, and he was already at the peak of Nascent Soul.

The ghosts let out shrill and frightening soul roars, and charged towards Fu Xuanxu with their teeth and claws.

Fu Xuanxu stood motionless, his face did not change at all, and immediately hit a magic trick...

boom! !

The temple, which was still as quiet as death just now, was suddenly filled with smoke and dust and kept shaking...

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The night was thick as ink.

A pair of maddening wind lanterns swayed gently with the night wind. The flickering lights illuminated the plaque of "Zhao's Great Immortal Temple", and the shadows moved back and forth, like ghosts and ghosts.

In front of the temple, several clumps of flowers and plants bloomed quietly, exuding a pleasant fragrance.

When Kui Yueji and Ning Wuye saw Fu Xuanxu step into the temple first, they followed.

The end Kui Yueji walked into the door and immediately began to look at the surrounding environment.

But I saw a screen wall in front of me, empty, just a snow-white wall without any pattern carvings.

The door behind him slammed shut at some point.

The eyes are clean and tidy, the rich scent of incense billows from behind the screen, and there are seemingly non-existent bells murmuring, like an ancient temple outside the world, clean and peaceful.

Looking at this scene, Zhong Kui Yueji always felt as if he had forgotten something, but after thinking about it for a while, he couldn't recall what happened.

He was puzzled and cautiously walked inside.

Behind the wall, there is a round tripod of plain color and no pattern. There are many incense in it, and thick smoke is constantly rising.

In the darkness, one blue-black arm and sharp claws stretched out towards the limbs and bones of Zakui Yueji.

He crossed the courtyard and entered the main house.

In the shrine hidden by the bright yellow curtain, the burly and violent **** statue was sitting quietly.

On the square table in front of him, the offerings are fresh, the long and narrow offerings are old-fashioned, and a gilt scorpion stove is placed on it, with green smoke curling up.

The smell of incense could not hide the **** smell of the offerings.

The end Kui Yueji walked forward.

He had just approached the square table, but saw a large amount of blood suddenly appearing in the originally washed meat and fishy offerings.

Immediately afterwards, a **** hand full of internal organs and blood stains suddenly stretched out from it and grabbed the edge of the basin.

Ji Kui frowned, and before she could figure out what was going on, one arm that was blue-black, highly rotten, and covered with black hair suddenly poked out of the darkness and grabbed his arm. Arms, legs, back...

The moment these arms touched his body, the majestic cold aura suddenly poured into his body.

At this time, the **** hand stretched out from the basin suddenly released the basin, and instead grabbed the throat of Zakui Yueji.

A powerful force forcibly pulled it into the basin.