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Song Jing glanced at him: "Do you know Fu Mo Temple?"

Her eyes were rather strange.

Since she went back to report the news of the Blood Yangzong, the Lord told her many secrets, including the secrets of Da Ci'en Temple.

Da Ci'en Temple has deep roots and is far from being reachable by Tianyue. After all, Tianyue 庵 was only created by a disciple of Xuankong City. Although it belongs to the Buddhist gate, it is not an authentic biography, mixed with the martial arts of Xuankong City.

Although powerful, it lacks authenticity, far from being comparable to Da Ci'en Temple.

Da Ci'en Temple has deep foundations, and the means to deal with enemies is beyond ordinary imagination. Among them, Fu Mo Temple is the most extreme. It combines Buddhist martial arts and Mozong martial arts into one, combining the strengths of the two to suppress Mozong.

But Buddhism martial arts and Mozong martial arts are inherently opposite. If you want to combine the two, you will certainly have an exclusion situation. This is an irreconcilable extreme opposition, just like water and fire.

Therefore, Fu Mo Temple's martial arts power is overwhelming, but there are endless troubles. One is that it will go crazy, and the other is that it has a short life and does not have a life span of more than one hundred years.

The existence of Fu Mo Temple is secret and secret. If it was not for the Xuankong City, Tianyue Yuan would not know it, even the disciples in Daci'en Temple. Only the abbot and several core elders knew it.

She glanced again.

Although Dingru monk has strong martial arts, after all, he is young and still short of entering the temple. It is impossible to become a core elder. Why do you know Fu Mo Temple?

With only one explanation, he became the owner of the Temple of Fu Mo Temple.

The Fu Mo Temple is usually sealed. Once the Mozong rises, the Fu Mo Temple opens. Today, the strongest disciple will become the master of the Fu Mo Temple.

Insufficient qualifications, to become the Lord of the Temple of the Devil Temple in sacrifice for free, has not yet merged the strengths of the Buddha and the Devil, and has died. Only the most qualified can hope to practice the martial arts of the Temple of the Devil Temple and kill the Quartet.

Fu Mo Temple is the best diamond sword of Da Ci'en Temple.

Chu Lidao said, "You don't have to look at me. I am indeed the owner of the Temple of Fu Mo Temple."

"Well ..." Song Jing shook her head: "What the **** are you doing!"

She could not help but sympathize.

Although she was anxious to kill Chu Li and take revenge for her elder brother, she also knew that killing Chu Li was angry and untenable, but she had already vowed.

She didn't want to break the oath, so she had to kill Chu Li.

She sighed, as if the monk would die in less than a century, and now he could not kill him himself, and there was no need to force himself, waiting for him to die.

Chu Li Road said: "Someone has to enter the Fu Temple, I will not go to Hell who will go to Hell."

"Admire." Song Jing shook her head and said, "Fu Mo Temple ..."

Chu Li smiled, "You know what martial arts have been used by the Lord of the Demon Temple in the past?"

"It seems to be Fu Mo Yin." Song Jing said.

Chu Li's eyes brightened, showing a smile.

He suddenly understood that he wanted to split.

A buddha and a demon envelop the magic seal at the same time. Immediately, a bizarre breath is poured from his head into his hands. The left hand is a Buddha and the right hand is a demon.

He fluttered to Song Jing.

Song Jingsu Bai Yingrun's right palm also fluttered up.

"Bang!" It sounded like a thunder.

Song Jing flew straight up and down, snow-white shirts were hunting in the air, a piece of Tankou, a blood arrow sprayed out, and his eyes widened as he landed.

Chu Li laughed.

Song Jing took out the silk scarf in the sleeve, gently wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and gave him a white glance: "Congratulations!"

Chu Li stopped laughing, and together he gifted: "Thank you very much!"

Song Jing said angrily: "Thank you, thank you, I did nothing!"

Chu Li sighed: "If you didn't wake up, I'm still confused and finally figured it out, how can I not wake up in a word to wake up the dreamer."

Song Jing said: "Can you deal with Li Feiyu now?"

She was secretly shocked.

It is indeed the new owner of Fu Mo Temple. This Fu Mo Yin is really strange. This is the real Fu Mo Yin. It is incomparable to him in the first place.

The domineering breath is still circulating in the body, destroying her internal organs, and fortunately, she is one with the heaven and earth, one with the sea, and water can moisturize everything and give birth to all things. .

Chu Li sighed and shook his head: "Unless you can kill with one blow, otherwise ..."

Theoretically, one hit will use the bound **** disk, and then use the destroying arrow, but now that the jade pendant is known, the bound **** disk is not fully effective.

More importantly, I don't know how many Li Feiyu's treasures, and I dare not say that God's confinement works, there is likely to be restraint.

Song Jing said: "Is there nothing you can do? Your blow is enough."

Chu Li shook his head.

He was unsure. One hit could not be fatal. Li Feiyu could use treasures to suppress or even threaten the lives of the two. Killing Li Feiyu was a terrible thing, even though he now understands the martial arts of Fu Mo Temple.

Song Jing suddenly spit out blood and hummed, "Your demon seal is stronger than you think."

She finally couldn't hold back this strange breath, and her internal organs became more injured.

Chu Li looked at her in surprise, and pressed her back with one hand, and took back the strength of Fu Moyin.

Song Jing said: "He can't stand it."

With Fu Moyin's strength, she recovered quickly.

Chu Li groaned for a moment, and slowly said, "Wait a minute, ... the two remaining nine pearls are for me."

Song Jing didn't ask much, and threw two red beads directly to him.

Chu Liwei narrowed his eyes: "I will first deepen the blood-yang gods, and the power of Fu Mo Yin will be stronger."

"That makes sense." Song Jing nodded.

Since it is the refinement of the two martial arts, it is natural that the two martial arts are practiced as deep as possible. His Buddhist martial arts are practiced deep enough. The Mozong is definitely not enough because of the short time.

Chu Li displayed the secret technique of Tianyueyu, and raised his head after a while: "Find it! ... Let's go!"

The two disappeared in a flash ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ The next moment appeared in a remote small village, two middle-aged men were standing on the treetops and looking down at the small village at dusk.

The barking of chickens and dogs is endless, the cries of children, and the screams and curses of adults are very lively.

Chu Li and Song Jing appeared on top of a mountain, looking down at the entire village, and saw two middle-aged robes in the woods, Song Jing pointed at them.

Chu Li nodded.

"What are they going to do?" Song Jing frowned.

Her voice was heard only by two people, and the howling wind couldn't blow away her voice.

Chu Lidao said: "Refine Nine Sun Pearls!"

"Damn!" Song Jing said ugly, coldly.

Chu Li sighed, "This is how Jiuyangzhu came."

Song Jing said: "Everyone in the Blood Yangzong deserves to die!"

Chu Li nodded slowly, otherwise he would not be wiped out by the ancestors.

"They should have no jade charms, stay alive!" Chu departed.

He felt that the two middle-aged robes were arrogant and should have surpassed the eight layers of blood-yang magic, maybe they could get a higher level of mind.

The blood-yang magical power is rare, and the rest of the magical martial arts skills are even more rare, otherwise the Temple of the Devil will not only have eight layers of mind.

"Understand." Song Jing nodded lightly.

Chu Li disappeared in a flash, and the next moment appeared behind the two middle-aged middle-aged robes.

The two were stiff, and Song Jing shot at the same time as him, instantly closing the acupuncture points of the two.

"Bang!" Two rounds of red sun appeared suddenly, and their bodies recovered, failing to seal the acupuncture point.

Chu Lian hummed, his hands were printed, and Fu Moyin had already struck.

"Bang!" One person flew out.

"Bang!" The other person also flew out, and Song Jing fluttered out with a palm print on the back of the person.

While they were spurting blood in the air, two Jiuyang beads had been thrown.

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