Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

Seeing them like this, Xu Qingluo smiled and said, "In that case, let's test their skills."

"We fight side by side!" Monk Haiming said solemnly.

They couldn't abandon Xu Qingluo and the other four and turn around to flee back to the Demon Temple. They couldn't get over it.

They would feel that they were too cowardly. What's the point of practicing martial arts?

Zhou Yu said softly, "Master Haiming, Senior Brother Fakong once said that the most important thing in the martial arts world is to put life first."

Monk Haiming looked at her in confusion, then turned his eyes away, not daring to meet her eyes.

Xu Qingluo said, "It's my master."

Monk Haiming nodded.

Xu Qingluo shook her head.

It seems that they don't know the master's reputation at all.

Zhou Yu said softly: "To judge the advance and retreat, you must completely isolate yourself from interference, and don't be affected by emotions and self-doubt. The most taboo is arrogance and taking yourself too seriously. You must run away as soon as you see something bad. It's not terrible to be timid, but it's terrible to be unable to bear your own timidity."

The six monks Haiming pondered.

Xu Qingluo rolled their eyes at them and said: "You won't learn your lesson if you don't suffer a loss. Uncle Zhou, it's useless for you to say more."

Zhou Yu nodded gently.

If they knew the name of Senior Brother Fakong, they would think carefully about these words, but if they didn't know the name of Senior Brother Fakong, they would just ignore it and listen to it, but didn't take it to heart.

She felt sorry, but didn't say much.

"Hehe..." With a sneer, sixteen middle-aged men floated down and surrounded Xu Qingluo and the others.

The handsome middle-aged man took a step forward and stood with his hands behind his back, with a faint sneer on his handsome face: "Miss Xu, you can't escape this time."

Xu Qingluo said: "Do you know where this is?"

The handsome middle-aged man said indifferently: "No need to know."

"It seems that you don't know." Xu Qingluo said: "Let me tell you, this is the territory of the Fumo Temple."

The handsome middle-aged man turned his head and glanced at his companions.

Their eyes flickered and they shook their heads gently. Obviously, they had never heard of the Fumo Temple. The people of Daqian didn't know about the Fumo Temple, let alone Dayun.

Xu Qingluo chuckled: "The Fumo Temple is not an ordinary temple. The martial arts of the monks in the temple are amazing. It was a wise move for you to withdraw before. You could have escaped, but why did you run here to die?"

The handsome middle-aged man said coldly: "No matter what Fumo Temple or Fushen Temple is, it can't save you today!"

"What a big tone." Xu Qingluo delayed time and winked at Haiming and others.

Haiming was still very smart. He didn't care about not daring to look Xu Qingluo in the eye at this time. Instead, he kept staring at her, nervous and excited.

Seeing Xu Qingluo's eyes, he clasped his hands and chanted a Buddhist name: "Amitabha!"

This Buddhist name spread out in a mighty way.

"Shut up!" The handsome middle-aged man shouted, his eyes glaring at Haiming like lightning: "Little monk, don't seek death!"

"Amitabha." Monk Haiming was timid and shy in front of Xu Qingluo, but he was calm and open in front of the handsome middle-aged man, and he was not afraid of his great master's momentum: "Dear donors, this is the Demon Subduing Temple!"

"So what about the Demon Subduing Temple!" The handsome middle-aged man said coldly: "If the Demon Subduing Temple doesn't know what's good for you, it will destroy you too. It's not too late to get out now!"

"Amitabha!" Monk Haiming shouted in a deep voice, and his voice became louder.

With so many great masters, the six of them plus the four of Miss Xu might not be their opponents, so they still had to deal with the master and the others.

Xu Qingluo smiled and said, "Master Ci'en has arrived. If you don't leave now, then forget about leaving."

"Amitabha!" The sound of Buddhist chanting, like a bronze bell, resounded between the trees and roared in everyone's ears.

Monk Ci'en had already appeared beside Xu Qingluo, looked solemnly at the handsome middle-aged man, clasped his hands and said, "Everyone, please leave."

"Monk, are you still going to meddle in other people's business?" The handsome middle-aged man said coldly.

Monk Ci'en said slowly, "I can't watch Master Fakong's disciples being harmed by others."

The handsome middle-aged man frowned and said, "I gave you face last time. This time, it's your turn to leave."

Monk Ci'en shook his head, "All donors should leave. I don't want to kill people here."

"Ha!" The handsome middle-aged man laughed.

He turned his head and looked at the rest of the people.

Everyone laughed too.

They looked at Monk Ci'en jokingly, as if they were watching a joke, but they were actually amused by Monk Ci'en's tone.

This monk is so arrogant.

He didn't get scared after seeing so many great masters, but he spoke like this. Is he crazy?

The handsome middle-aged man waved his hand.

The two middle-aged men floated up the tree and flew away lightly. They had already arrived next to the Fumo Temple to monitor the movements of the Fumo Temple.

The handsome middle-aged man didn't hear his companions didn't send a signal, which meant that only Monk Ci'en came alone.

There was nothing to worry about.

Xu Qingluo sighed: "Master, let's go first. If we really can't win, it won't be too late for Master to take action."

Monk Ci'en nodded slightly.

Xu Qingluo looked at the handsome middle-aged man: "Okay, no need to talk too much, let's do it."

"Clang!" The antique long sword hanging on her slender waist was unsheathed. The sword body was bright and flawless, and the cold air overflowed, causing the surrounding temperature to drop suddenly.

The handsome middle-aged man couldn't help but look over, his eyes flashed with greed.

He saw the extraordinaryness of this sword.

In particular, he could sense a strange power flowing faintly through the sword.

As the grand master of the Mysterious Sect, he is particularly sensitive to spiritual power, and he has never discovered that the divine sword actually has spiritual power.

Xu Qingluo has a strong mental power and has been practicing with this sword, so unknowingly, the sword body has been wrapped in a layer of mental power.

This was caused by long-term immersion. Although it was vague, it was sensed by the handsome middle-aged man.

Zhou Yu, Chu Ling and Zhou Yang unsheathed their swords at the same time.

The four of them stepped forward and formed a sword formation. The improved and optimized dust sword formation was already activated.

The light of the sword is like thousands of pear blossoms.

"Kill!" middle-aged Junyi shouted.

The eight middle-aged men pounced on Xu Qingluo and the four others, while the remaining six stared at Monk Ci'en and Monk Haiming.

"Ding ding ding ding..." Amidst the clear sound, a muffled sound continued to sound, and then they fell to the ground one by one.

In the blink of an eye, eight middle-aged men were struck by swords and fell to the ground.

The handsome middle-aged man was staring closely at Monk Ci'en, with his back to them. When he heard a muffled groan, he felt something was wrong. He turned around and found that eight of his companions had fallen to the ground.

Blood gushed out from their hearts, their eyes widened, and they looked in disbelief.

Obviously they never expected it to end like this.

They always thought that Xu Qingluo and the four of them were trying their best to escape because they knew they were outmatched.

So eight people took action, and they were easy to catch.

However, within a few moves, he couldn't even clearly see the sword's power, and he felt the sword in his heart inexplicably.

Depending on their physique and tyranny, even if a sword is struck in the heart, they can survive for a while to get their revenge.

But after the long sword pierced the center of the mouth, a strange force penetrated at the same time, which was cold to the bones, completely freezing their Gangqi.

If the Gang Qi cannot be moved, it will be unable to stop the blood from gushing out, and it will be unable to squeeze out vitality, and can only die in front of one's eyes.

"You..." Junyi, a middle-aged man, was furious.

Not only was he angry at seeing his fellow disciples being killed, but he was also angry at being deceived. A blazing fire surged in his heart, driving him to shout without hesitation: "Come together!"

The rest of the group rushed towards Xu Qingluo and the others.

"Ding ding ding ding..." In the clear sound, they all fell to the ground with swords, including the handsome middle-aged man who looked angry and puzzled.

"Amitabha!" Monk Haiming and the others chanted the Buddha's name.

The scene before them gave them a strong impact.

I have been immersed in hard training in the temple and have never come down from the mountain. I have never seen such a cruel scene.

Look again at Xu Qingluo's slight shake of the long sword, and the sharp sword blade returns to its sharp and flawless form, with no blood on it, and is returned to the sheath.

She looked calm and composed and said, "Thank you, Master."

Monk Ci'en looked at her with a complicated expression.

Xu Qingluo smiled and said: "Although the master didn't take action, he restrained half of their strength so that we could defeat them individually. Without the master, we would be in danger."

"A poor monk dare not take credit." Monk Cien sighed: "He is indeed a master disciple of Master Fakong."

This was the first time he saw such amazing swordsmanship and such an astonishing sword formation, which actually activated his power several times.

The four of them formed a sword formation, and these people from the Mishen Sect couldn't do anything to them, and they had to be hunted down by them.

But I always thought that they needed my help, and they never refused or even thanked me.

Xu Qingluo shook her head and said: "If they hadn't been deterred by Master, we might not have been able to win if they had let go. ...Master, killing people here is really..."

She looked apologetic.

It seems that I have dirty the pure land here.

Monk Ci'en shook his head and smiled, glanced at the six young monks who were in despair, and said, "Let Haiming and the others help clean up."

"yes."

After Monk Cien left, Monk Haiming and the other six people originally wanted to leave and quickly escape from this land of Shura.

But Xu Qingluo called them over and told them how to deal with the corpses and how to bury them. She also had to search them carefully and not miss anything.

This puzzled the six monks, Haiming and others.

Xu Qingluo could tell at a glance that she was not an ordinary person. She didn't need to make a fortune, so why would she do such a thing?

Xu Qingluo explained with a smile that she needed to see what they had on them to determine their specific identities.

He is said to be a disciple of the Mystic God Sect, but he still needs to find out whether it is true or not, so as not to be framed.

Monk Haiming and the other six people immediately felt that she was right, and at the same time sighed that she was thoughtful and rigorous in thinking, which they needed to learn from.

After the corpse was buried in the soil, a grave was built, and then he said goodbye and left, returning to the temple with the turbulent shock in his heart.

As soon as they left, Fa Kong appeared.

Xu Qingluo and the other four people came to greet them one after another.

Fakong waved his hands and sat down at the big round wooden table, looking at the things on the table thoughtfully.

"Master, are these useful?" Xu Qingluo said.

She knew that Fakong could use objects to cast fate. When he saw these objects, he could see the past of the owner of the objects.

This can be of great help in understanding the Mystic Sect.

Know yourself and your enemy, and Fa Kong will take action only when he is sure. Otherwise, he will hold back and observe again and again.

"Useful." Fakong nodded slowly, flicked his sleeves, and all the items disappeared without a trace.

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