White-Robed Chief

Zhang Changhuai stood in the main hall with his hands in his hands, his eyes flashed, his murderousness was boiling.

He had never suffered such humiliation.

Blood Yangzong recovered from his hand, and developed from a small and almost extinct sect to the point where it is now, although it is not obvious, it is already the top major in the martial arts.

The tentacles of Xueyang Zong are distributed in all directions, almost ubiquitous. He is savvy, well-versed in the world, and knows the Fu Mo Temple in Da Ci'en Temple. He also got inspiration through Fu Mo Temple, and thought of ways to restrain the Buddhist monks.

Therefore, many disciples of the Blood Yang Sect became monks, even abolished their martial arts and converted to Buddhism, so as to understand the martial arts of Buddhism, draw on the essence of Buddhism, and strive to create martial arts combining Buddhism and Demon Gate, as well as Fu Mo Temple.

Although this idea is good, it is not a short time to really achieve it. He has not made much progress, but it has been very beneficial to the promotion of the martial arts of the Blood Sun Sect. Almost immortal.

He never expected to be threatened by a young boy and felt fatal danger.

A moment later, the twelve old men fluttered, like twelve flowers, standing silently in front of him, holding a fist, and moving like a statue, completely integrated with heaven and earth.

Zhang Changhuai glanced at them and hugged his fist, "Elders with labor!"

"Why do the lords need to be polite, despite the orders!" A withered old man calmly said, "Who do you want to deal with?"

"The Lord of the Temple of Demon Palace is set as a monk!" Zhang Changhuai said in a deep voice.

The withered old man frowned: "Fu Mo Temple reopened?"

"Exactly!" Zhang Changhuai hummed.

The old man withered said: "When the Fu Mo Temple was opened once, it was a **** storm, and it was good to destroy him, but Zong was mainly careful. The owner of the Fu Mo Temple was not so easy to kill, most of them died at the end of Shouyuan.

"We're going to change this routine," Zhang Changhuai said coldly, "let him die early!"

The withered old man hesitated, and slowly said, "That requires the suzerain to open up the formation, plus the help of treasures, there is hope!"

Zhang Changhuai hummed: "This seat will open up a large array, but the treasure is spared, it is useless to him, haven't all the elders encountered a temple master in the Fu Temple?"

"No." The withered old man shook his head and said, "But there is a record of Fu Mo Temple in the secret scroll of the sect. Their Fu Mo Seal is extremely vicious and terrible. If the skill is equivalent, it will definitely block Fu Mo Seal."

Zhang Changhuai said: "He is very strong and better than the elders."

"That's troublesome." The old man with a frown frowned, his face dull.

Another old man Shen said: "Fill with your life!"

"That's right!" The old man withered slowly nodded: "He is better than us now. He must not hesitate. The Lord of the Temple of the Demon Temple has only a hundred years of life, but the madness is very terrible. In this century It will advance by leaps and bounds, and it must be destroyed as soon as possible, otherwise the consequences will be endless. "

"Elders ..." Zhang Changhuai hesitated.

These twelve elders are regarded as the top military force of Xueyang Sect. They are not used lightly. Only at this time will they be used. One of them is a great loss. It is the Dinghai God needle of Xueyang Sect.

For Chu Li's life for their lives, he hesitated.

"Sovereign, that's it!" The old man withered: "Tell him over. Once he appears, the lord will immediately start a big battle, and we will destroy him in the battle!"

"... Okay." Zhang Changhuai thought about it and nodded slowly.

He would never allow Chu Li to live again, threatening himself too much. After thinking about it, the elders are important, but compared to his own life, Caesar has to give up.

He was about to speak, and his face suddenly changed.

"Sovereign?" Asked the old man withered.

Zhang Changhuai said coldly: "This is like a bald donkey. It is really wicked and kills our disciples of Xueyang Sect!"

"How did he find our disciples?" The dry old man frowned. "It's more important to figure this out first."

"It doesn't matter, just kill him." Zhang Changhuai said.

"That's true, too," said the old man withered. "Destroy him, and he won't be able to do anything extraordinary with his amazing powers. Then the lord will lead him, we will be careful to hide from him."

"Um." Zhang Changhuai nodded.

He disappeared in a flash, and the next moment appeared in front of a magnificent monastery.

At this moment, the small temple was already bloody, as if washed by blood, and the "bang" sound coming from inside was endless, listening to people's heart.

The muffled sound was accompanied by the roar and the chanting of the Buddha.

Zhang Changhuai sneered coldly: "Stop!"

He appeared in the temple the next moment, and saw more than fifty monks falling in front of the main hall, and three monks were madly attacking a young monk in gray robes. It was Chu Li.

"Dingru!" Zhang Changhuai groaned and shot with a fierce palm.

"Boom!" He collided with Chu Li's Fu Moyin, making a loud noise.

Zhang Changhuai stepped back and saw Chu Li standing steadily, with a smile.

"Dingru, you're out of order!" Zhang Changhuai depressed the surging blood and said coldly, "You are still a monk!"

Chu Li slowly said: "How do you say this?"

He was talking, his hands kept flying, and he flew two young monks again. The two young monks had red palms, greeted them regardless of life and death, their blood eyes were only killing.

"This place promised you to find Girl Zhou, why didn't you wait and continue to kill!" Zhang Changhuai snorted angrily: "It seems you don't want to see Girl Zhou!"

Chu Lidan said indifferently: "The surname Zhou is to be seen, and people ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ also want to kill!"

"Then don't want to see Girl Zhou!" Zhang Changhuai hummed.

He was astonished in his heart that compared to the previous engagement, this monk was better than the monk, and it was terrible to keep himself steady.

This makes him more murderous and more bearable.

Chu Li Road said: "Then continue to kill until you see her!"

"... just, don't kill anyone, just follow me!" Zhang Changhuai gritted his teeth and said, "I hope you don't regret it!"

Chu Li smiled: "I didn't see him, he came to see me!"

He spoke, and shot another young monk in the air, sprayed a bleeding arrow in the air, and shot at Zhang Changhuai.

Zhang Changhuai stretched out his palm to catch the young monk, but he took two steps back, his face was gloomy, and he stared at Chu Li: "I am so vicious!"

Chu Li smiled: "Compared to your blood Yangzong, farewell!"

He said that the flash disappeared.

Zhang Changhuai gritted his teeth, but didn't go after him. He only looked at the young monk who was supporting him. He found that the young monk's internal organs were seriously injured and only one breath was left. It is a pity to give up this way.

He shook his head and sighed, sent an internal force, and then took a bottle of elixir from his arms and poured out a young monk.

The young monk was very profound. After serving this panacea, he quickly operated internally. He was quickly recovering from his injuries. Zhang Changhuai was surprised. He did not expect this young monk to be so cultivated and so qualified. It was really amazing.

This is a wizard, but it has not been found. If you carve it out, it will definitely become one of the top masters. Maybe you can compete with Fu Mo Temple!

Thinking of this, he became even more attentive, and stuffed two miracles into the mouth of the young monk. After his injuries were eased, he returned to the ancestral gate.

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