After Zhang Qingqing finished speaking with a smile, he suddenly took out a blasting talisman in his hand and slapped it in front of him.

The old man frowned and immediately flew away.

"boom!!!"

A large hole was blasted in a corner of the hall, and the pungent smell of blood penetrated into the nostrils.

The Taoist priest outside the main hall was about to rush in, but the door was suddenly closed tightly.

"Well, Zhang Qingqing, how dare you come to Longyou Mountain to make trouble."

The old man's kindness and kindness no longer existed, and now only cruelty remained.

"You know exactly what you did."

Zhang Qingqing pointed inside with a solemn expression.

The smoke dispersed, and a bloody statue appeared, spurting blood.

It was not blood color, but bright red blood.

"Hmph, it seems that my guess was indeed right. What happened to the village was probably your fault."

The old man touched his beard and sounded nonchalant.

"Why do you do this! What on earth do you want!"

Zhang Qingqing couldn't understand it at all. He was not like this a few years ago.

At that time, just like my master, we were dedicated to serving the people and the world, and would never do such harmful things.

"Qingqing, this person has to be a little selfish sometimes."

The old man seemed to say something with emotion. As soon as he finished speaking, the whisk in his hand was thrown in front of Zhang Qingqing.

He wants his own life!

Feeling the power of the whisk, what Zhang Qingqing was thinking was.

Sure enough, he was pretending to be sick.

With a wave of his hand, Mo Biejie changed the direction of the whisk and rushed straight into the fountain.

"No!"

The old man blew his beard and stared at this scene, then squinted his eyes.
Chapter completed!