At this time, Taoist Master Zhiyuan had arrived at the inn opposite. The lobby of the inn was full of monks lying on the ground with their calves and knees broken.

Some were already unconscious, while others were ashen-faced and with wide-open eyes, crawling on their hands, not caring about the pain of their broken legs being dragged along the hard stone floor.

All the monks' facial features are very stiff, almost not like flesh and blood, but rather like cork statues covered with green leather.

The injuries to these people's bones and limbs, which resulted in severed hands and feet, were obviously caused by Guan Luoyang's beatings.

But Guan Luoyang would not turn a living person's body into such a creepy, unconscious state.

"It is a head-lowering technique that uses Boroworms to burrow into the back of the neck and rely on the neck bones to move upwards, turning the person into a walking zombie."

Taoist Master Zhiyuan's heart trembled violently.

He released a house-watching insect that looked like a white flying ant to inquire about the news in the inn. Before the insect died, these monks were still normal. At the moment when the house-watching insect died, the two Wei Dinggong

More than ten disciples were actually beheaded and turned into this appearance.

These people are not ordinary people. To be brought to the Zhenwu Temple by Wei Dinggong, at least they are all people who have refined a magic power and can be called true warlocks.

In the blink of an eye, he took the lives of more than twenty warlocks and turned them into his own puppets throughout Southeast Asia. Only a handful of them could practice the head-lowering technique to this extent.

Everything was completely different from what Taoist Zhiyuan and the others expected. They originally saw through the identity of the insider and came to set up a trap to arrest them. However, it seems that these people were abandoned by the other party first.

But why? If the actions on the Zhenwu Temple side were noticed in advance, then it would be the right choice to notify Wei Dinggong to abscond as early as possible.

What is the purpose of abandoning these warlocks and actively launching provocations?

While Taoist Master Zhiyuan was stunned, a figure smashed through the railing on the second floor and fell down.

Taoist priest Zhiyuan took a closer look and saw that it was not Wei Dinggong, but who it was.

This monk, who usually has a high nose, bright eyes, and an excellent appearance, now has a blue face, facial features are numb, his right hand is still bandaged, and his intact left arm has been cut off with a sharp knife. There is no blood spurting out from such a large wound.

Only the dull blood slowly flowed out.

Two pythons were wrapped around him. One of them had its head cut off and was slowly shriveling up. The other python bit anyone it saw, opened its mouth wide, and shot at Taoist Master Zhiyuan.

Zhiyuan Dao flicked the incense pills with his long hand. When he was facing the python, he jumped back and got a glimpse of the scene inside the damaged room on the second floor.

Tables, chairs, beds and cabinets were all collapsed or broken. Guan Luoyang raised his long knife and held up a bone flute that was thrown at him.

The purple-robed Taoist, who was warm all over, was not drunk like that because he drank too much, but before he saw Wei Dinggong, his potential had been activated at all costs.

The blood vessels are bearing double the impact.

The moment his stab collided with Guan Luoyang's long knife, a layer of white steam even rose from his hair.
Chapter completed!