White-Robed Chief

"Oh!" Chu Li was unable to escape after all, and his body suddenly froze and was penetrated by a sword.

The old man in the green robe pulled out his sword, and another sword stabbed Song Jing in his heart.

Song Jing seemed to be seriously injured and unable to move. She could only escape by relying on Chu Li. After Chu Li fell, she had no resistance and was stabbed in the center by a sword, unable to evade.

Song Jing covered her heart and stared at him unwillingly.

The old man sneered and said proudly: "You are proud to die under this sword!"

There was bleeding from Chu Li's mouth, and his breath became weaker and weaker: "What is this ... what sword?"

"This is the sword that the monarch admired!" The old man in the green robe said, "Although it is not a sword, but the sword contains the will of the monarch, and how powerful you are, you have learned it!"

He spoke, carefully turning his sword into his sheath.

Chu Li frowned and shook his head: "Impossible!"

"What's impossible?" Another old man in green robes looked very clean, and seemed to have a strong book volume. There was a sense of righteousness between the eyebrows. No matter how it looked, it was impossible for him to be a demon.

He shook his head and sighed: "You are also pitiful, being questioned by the suzerain himself, the suzerain is beyond your imagination. If you are right with our bloodyang sect, you are looking for your own way!"

Chu Lidao said, "What martial arts is this?"

"Nature is the blood-yang magic!" Qing Qing's elder man said in a negative hand: "Blood-yang magic is the supreme magic. After training to the top, there is infinite power. Your martial arts at Daci'en Temple is far from the opponent!"

Chu Liheng hummed: "It's so powerful, we won't be almost wiped out!"

"That was the disciples' disdain, and they failed to practice the blood-yang gods to a high level." The old man of the Qing Dynasty smiled and said, "By virtue of your martial arts, you can still be regarded as a top master in Daci'en Temple?" A sword! "

Chu Li's face was gloomy.

Another old man frowned: "Not dead yet?"

Theoretically, the sword in the hearts of the two guys should be dead, how can you say so much!

He slowly pulled out the long sword, ready to give them two more swords.

Chu Li stared at the unusually long sword, and hummed, "It's just a sword. If there weren't nine yang beads, drive away the surrounding aura, how could we hurt us!"

The old man of the Qing Dynasty said, "We did look down upon you. You are not only good at repairing, you are also good at protecting your treasures, so we have broken both of them, but you still can't defeat the sabre of the suzerain!"

Chu Lidao said: "Apart from Jiuyangzhu, what else do you have that will blow up at every turn? Every Jiuyangzhu is the essence of a martial arts master, and you should die for it!"

Just like the magic relic, the refining of Jiuyangzhu is also extremely cruel and vicious, with resentment.

"It is our ability to make Jiuyang beads." The old man with a smile smiled, "The two Jiuyang beads you have made will definitely be stronger. Do n’t worry, I will greet you Da Ci'en Temple!"

Chu Li sneered, and suddenly launched the bound God disk.

The two of them were totally unprepared.

Without the help of spiritual energy, the Binding God Disk can never be motivated. This treasure must be extremely internally consuming. This is basic common sense and will not be broken.

"Ding……"

The long sword that had not yet sheathed suddenly cleared.

The old man with a sword suddenly lightened his body, and then sneered again and waved his sword.

"Oh!" White light flashed.

The long sword red light suddenly skyrocketed and collided with white light.

The old man with the sword flew out immediately.

"Bang bang bang ..." Several white lights caught up with him, and the red light on the sword rose again.

"Bang!" The sword's body suddenly exploded into powder, then the red light skyrocketed, condensing into a round of red sun in the air, and then the red sun swallowed him, and then the light suddenly disappeared, and he disappeared with red sun.

Chu Li pulled Song Jing, passed the rigid old man who was still in the air, and disappeared.

The corpse of the Qing old man separated.

The next moment, Chu Li and Song Jing appeared on the top of another mountain, their faces were astonished.

"Trouble is big." Chu Li sighed.

He was scabbed, Song Jing said, "Go to the sea."

Chu Li nodded, dragging him to disappear again, appeared on the vast sea, the surrounding glaciers floated, is a crystal clear world, the sun made each glacier shine holy light.

Song Jing dived into the sea and disappeared.

Chu Li sat cross-legged on a piece of crystal clear ice, using the ice as a couch, closing his eyes motionless.

He was thinking how to deal with the blood-yang magic.

The blood-yang magical power is indeed overbearing. Among the many mysterious skills, the only thing that can be countered is the Liuli Miaolian Sutra. The other magical powers do not need the blood-yang magical power, especially the suzerain.

The spirit in the sword is so powerful, the true body does not know how strong it is.

Fortunately, there are Qiankun bracelets, plus two other treasures. Otherwise, they will be killed and killed.

Against the master of the Blood Yangzong who has Jiuyangzhu, there is no such secret treasure as Qiankun Bracelet, it is almost certain to die, terrible.

The masters of Da Ci'en Temple encountered the masters of Blood Yangzong, and it was also dangerous. Thinking of him, he was quite anxious, and it seemed that he couldn't delay anymore. He must report to the abbot immediately.

As soon as his mind was up, a "bang" blew and Song Jing jumped out of the water.

A column of water propelled her into the air, her clothes were dry, and white clothes fluttered across from Chu Li: "What do you want?"

"Let's go back to each one first," Chu left.

"Are you afraid that Da Ci'en Temple is in danger?" Song Jingdao ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ she penetrated Chuli's mind.

Chu Li sighed: "They have identified us, ... now that they have disappeared for so long, it may be a blockbuster, it must be a flag offering."

Song Jing nodded slightly.

Da Ci'en Temple is an excellent target for flag offering. If Da Ci'en Temple can be destroyed, it will shock the world, and also directly cut off one of the most important opponents. When Da Ci'en Temple is caught off guard, it is hoped.

"Let's go."

Chu Li waved his hands, and the two disappeared.

He returned directly to Da Ci'en Temple's own Zen courtyard, and then left the courtyard to the Daxiong Baodian.

The monks were doing evening classes, and he stood standing still.

The absent-hearted man walked slowly out of the hall.

"Abbot, the disciples have something to report!" Chu Lihe said in a deep voice.

Xinjing looked at him with a serious look, slowly nodded, turned around and walked into the front of his own Zen courtyard. The surroundings were extremely quiet, and the Sanskrit sounds were faint and faint.

"Stop it." Xinji stared at him.

Chu Li told his experience again, and the situation of dealing with Xueyang Zong was also explained carefully.

"Amitabha Buddha!" ​​Xin Jing's face was so calm that He Shi announced the Buddha's name: "Blood Yangzong!"

Chu Lidao said: "The Sovereign of the Blood Yangzong is a remarkable figure, but it is not the one who will rule the twelve gates of the Demon Sect, but it is not clear. If it were not for him, it would be terrible."

My heart was silent and my face sank like water.

Although he had not personally participated in the operation of destroying the Demon Sect, he heard the abbot carefully say that he knew the fright of the Demon Sect, and he did not expect to be resurrected so soon, beyond his imagination.

He thought it would take another tens of thousands of years for Mozong to be able to recover his vitality. The last time he lost Mozong too much.

"Come with me." Xinji turned and walked out, and walked back out of the Buddhist temple.