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The sky suddenly turns dark during the day, and the barren hills turn into Shura hell in the blink of an eye, the sea of ​​swords and fires, the oil pans dig their eyes, the liver and lungs are sucked, the large intestine is slashed, the bones are peeled, the skin is stretched... screams, the sound of shrill crying, the sound of the cold knife cutting the belly, all kinds of wailing like a pig slaughter, and a series of things that have never thought about and seen before appeared one by one in an instant.

There were human flesh soaked in the blood pool, and there were also human heads and skeletons... all struggling in pain.

Those demons and ghosts are all transformed by evil thoughts in people's hearts, but in fact they were controlled by Qingwei Temple at this time, and their senses and so on were all understood.

Did those little Taoist priests ever see such a scene?

I felt a storm of fishy storm coming, and the surroundings were in a state of turmoil. When I saw the situation in front of me clearly, everyone was so scared that they were no longer looking.

"Wow!"

After all, my mood was too bad, Lingxi hurriedly retreated immediately and ran out to hold the door frame and retching.

"Vomit...Vomit..." In the dream, as Lingxi disappeared, the second disciple also retching. He was the image of a hideous ghost at this time, and it was really strange that he responded like this when he saw this situation.

He vomited, his mood was broken and he was completely relieved.

Bang!

The scarecrow exploded, creating an unknown fire, sweeping through the little Taoist priest's body in the blink of an eye.

The little Taoist priest was backfired by the nightmare technique and rolled on the ground in pain. He finally wiped out the fire in his body, but his whole body was no different from a roasted suckling pig, and he lay on the ground dying.

"I'm holding it back. This is a dream, an illusion!"

Wu Yunzi was a person who had lived a long life and quickly calmed down. While calming down, he also calmed down the rest of his disciples.

All disciples who practice nightmare skills know that nightmare skills are essentially illusions.

After a while, all the disciples adapted. Wu Yunzi controlled the nightmare of the image of an evil ghost and led all the disciples forward. Not long after, he met Ao Yan who had been waiting for a long time.

"It's him! Go!"

Ao Yan's image has not changed and is easy to recognize. He was recognized by Wu Yunzi as soon as he saw it.

When people said that the enemy met, they were extremely jealous. After Wu Yunzi's order, all the nightmare immediately turned into a group of evil ghosts wrapped in black fog. Feiteng rushed towards Ao Yan.

Ao Yan sneered, his mind moved, one white and one green, one tiger and one dragon roared out of his body.

"roar!!!"

"Ao!!!"

The dragon and tiger's body was extremely large in the dream. Facing those evil ghosts, they were like ants, and their flexible bodies and Ao Yan's control over the dream, they became rampant like a mad dog.

Those nightmares were either caught, bitten, or smashed by dragons and tigers, and turned into black smoke in the blink of an eye.

Wu Yunzi felt that he was so angry that he never thought that he could encounter such a thing. How could this enemy be so strong!

"It seems that only one move is used!" Wu Yunzi's eyes widened, and Nightmare, which controlled the image of the evil ghost, grabbed the escaped Nightmare, tore it apart, ate it, and then his body became bigger.

The image of this evil ghost is a big-eyed ghost with green skin all over, long arms, short legs, thin chests and round belly. The palms of his hands become extremely sharp and huge, and his arms will suddenly grow. After eating a nightmare, there are more eyes on his arms.

Next is the second, the third... one nightmare after another is eaten.

The image of the evil ghost is also changing drastically, eventually turning into a monster with a height of ten meters, three heads and six arms, and eyes all over.

"Hehehehehehehehe..." Facing a dragon and a tiger, the evil ghost sneered, opened his eyes and stared at them together.

Ao Yan felt so stupid. With a wave of his hand, the flames surged in the sea of ​​fire, sweeping towards the evil ghost. The evil ghost stretched out his hand, and his claws tear open the fire curtain like a curtain, but at this time the huge blue dragon and white tiger also bumped into it.

boom!

The evil ghost was knocked back, and the dragon and tiger were also rebounded back.

Ao Yan raised his eyebrows and thought to himself that this nightmare is really extraordinary and seems to be difficult to deal with.

...

Puff...puff...puff...

The little Taoist priest vomited blood one after another, and the nightmare he controlled was eaten by his uncle, but he was only slightly backlash.

As long as the uncle is undefeated, he will be fine.

If the uncle is defeated, they will not suffer any good results, and then the consequences... No, the uncle will definitely not be defeated!

"It seems that you have great confidence in your uncle."

A low-macro voice suddenly appeared in the house.

"who?!"

The little Taoists immediately became alert and looked at each other, and saw that there was nothing at the door, and a figure slowly appeared from faint to deep.

"The strong man under the seat of the City God." The visitor was Xin Shi.

The visitor is not good!

The little Taoists immediately tense up and surrounded the uncles in the center one by one, with a nervous expression.

They knew that the uncle must not be touched at this moment. If he failed, he might not be able to suffer his life.

But it was their action that instantly made Xin Shi understand the key.

These little Taoist priests are young and vicious. If they hadn't been listening to the conversation at the door just now, they might have let them go if they meet, but since they hear it, it would be impossible.

Xin Shi took a step forward.

"stop!"

Swish!

A total of twenty-two little Taoists, twenty of whom pulled out their swords from their cuffs, one shrank in the corner, and the other lying on the ground like burnt black charcoal.

"Let's go ahead, don't blame me for being polite!" said the Taoist priest in the lead.

"You're welcome? Hehe..." Xin Shi didn't care and continued to move forward.

"Kill!" Fifteen Taoist priests rushed out decisively, and the tip of the sword pierced Xin Shi. At this time, Xin Shi's body faded away, and fifteen swords stabbed the air through, and then Xin Shi's body became solid. The remaining five Taoist priests saw that something was wrong and rushed out immediately. Xin Shi snorted coldly, waving his fists and feet without any mercy.

These little Taoists don’t even have the cultivation level of the mortal world, so how can they withstand Xin Shi’s violent beating?

After a ruthless man, Cui Hou fell to the ground with a slight slight slight slight bones broken, but he lost his life.

Xin Shi walked to the black-faced middle-aged Taoist priest who was still using the nightmare technique after entering into concentration. If this Taoist priest was still awake, he might not be able to beat him, but now...

"Dare to go against the City God and seek death!" How could a little Taoist priest violate the divine power?

Xin Shi raised his fist and punched it, but the fist finally stopped a foot in front of the old Taoist's forehead.

"Please... don't kill my uncle..." Lingxi's small body stood in front of Wu Yunzi.

If it were the other disciples, Xin Shi would definitely punch through it, and the flesh and blood would explode without blinking. But this little Taoist Xin Shi held back. He remembered that this little Taoist was an alternative. He was the only one who raised objections just now. I guess he would let it go if he said this.

But this person still has to be killed!

"Please...you...I'll kowtow to you!" Lingxi said and knelt down.

He didn't know that when his senior brothers saw this, they winked at each other. They got up from the ground and quietly came behind Xin Shi with their swords.

"Okay." Xin Shi narrowed his eyes and smiled.

"Really...ah! Be careful..." Lingxi looked up and saw the fierce expressions of the twenty senior brothers behind him, and immediately shouted.

But Xin Shiyi had already grabbed and lifted it up and came behind Wu Yunzi.

As soon as he left, the twenty swords that should have poked him into Wu Yunzi's body. With the sound of a knife cutting a piece of cloth, Wu Yunzi was stabbed into a hornet's nest.

"Ah!" The little Taoist priests were in horror and screamed in shock.

They killed Uncle Master with their own hands!

"Uncle Master!!"

Lingxi, who was rescued by Xin Shi, was stunned.

"The evils of God can be forgiven, but the evils of his own cannot be survived. The City God Master Nian'er is young. Let's spare your life and let go quickly. I will do evil for a while." After Xin Shi said that, his figure disappeared. He knew that saying this was just a warning. The biggest of these little Taoists was only eighteen years old. He looked young, but in fact the evil had reached its core.

Give another chance.

After Xin Shi left for a long time, a middle-aged Taoist priest appeared in the room.

This person has a hooked nose, triangular eyes, and a horse face. He is born with a gloomy look, which gives people a very gloomy feeling. He is the one who lost the battle with Ao Yan a few days ago.

When a group of disciples who were panicked and cried around Wu Yunzi's body, they immediately rushed up and cried.

"What's going on?" The horse-faced, eagle-hooked nose Taoist priest's triangular eyes cold.

"Master... you have to avenge your uncle!Master... he was killed by the City God!" The leading Taoist priest cried.

The middle-aged Taoist priest glanced at the charred disciples on the ground, obviously not believing in the group of children. He looked at the little Taoist priests with pale faces in the back and looked at the fearful look of the senior brothers, and then said, "Lingxi, follow me, the rest of them took your uncle's body and buried you. Lingming, you sent someone to treat the injured junior brother."

As his junior brother, Wu Yunzi knew very well. Although he was not good at swords and guns, he had many tricks to play with evil spirits. Now these disciples said that he was killed, and he didn't believe it no matter how blood was. He was bleeding from his body, and his chest was penetrated by his back. He was blinded by the injured disciple, which was obviously caused by the failure of the nightmare technique and was backfired. The ground was surrounded by scarecrow techniques. It seemed that the twists and turns were not a little bit.

He was just backfired just a few days ago. Now his injury has not healed yet, and his half-step magical power cultivation has only 70% left.

If I hadn't heard the movement just now, I'd probably be still adjusting it now.

Lingxi, the youngest disciple, knew that he had a good temper but was too kind.

Take Lingxi to the room.

"Lingxi, tell me what happened just now from beginning to end."

"yes."

Lingxi is not timid, but kind. The majesty of the master has always been higher than that of the master. Lingxi told all the causes and consequences of the matter without any concealing or adding them, including Xin Shi saving himself, and then she cried as she said that because the uncle of the master was also a good person to them, and at least to his own people.

"Oh... what did I say before going into seclusion? Tell him not to act rashly, why didn't he listen?" The horse-faced Taoist priest was surprised that he didn't get angry at all. Everyone was dead. What's the use of getting angry?

"Master, what should I do now? Brother and the others..."

"I have no intention of making mistakes, just live by gaining something. I have a letter here. You can hand it over to the county magistrate and call your senior brother over." The Taoist priest, Ma-faced, took out the letter and closed his eyes.

Lingxi received the order, turned around and left, calling his senior brother Ling Chong into the room.

When Ling Chong faced the horse-faced Taoist priest, his master said nothing and felt uneasy. After all, doing something like killing a master is a death sentence in any sect. However, there is a saying that it is not to blame the public, but Ling Chong dared not guess the thoughts of his master.

"I'll keep my composure for the time being. You all give me peace of mind. It's time for your master to come back to the heavenly court for a pilgrimage. Don't make any abnormal movements. Do you hear it?"
Chapter completed!