The Master of Ghost Corpse was wary of Zhang Dufu with all his heart. Zhang Dufu suddenly emerged more than 20 years ago. No one among the younger generation who had been fighting in the Northern Sui Dynasty at a young age dared to test his skills, especially his sword skills, which he did not know who he learned from. In addition to his fierceness and impeccable defense, anyone who encounters him will have their eyebrows twitching.
I don’t know what happened to Zhang Dufu who was a member of the Demon Cult. Anyone who met the Demon Cult would definitely be killed without mercy. At that time, the Ghost Corpse Master and a group of Demon Cult members were unlucky enough to bump into the Zhang Dufu brothers who were traveling together in the world.
In that fight that is still unforgettable to this day, Zhang Dufu chased him and slashed him with more than a dozen knives, and he was severely injured. If it were not for a village nearby, he would sacrifice everyone with secret techniques to recover from his injuries, plus the magic Teach his accomplices to delay Zhang Dufu and the two, and his fate is unpredictable.
Imprisoned in the Demon-Conquering Cave of Woxia Temple for twenty years, the Master Ghost Corpse is already a talented person. He has gone through a lot of hardships to break through to the first-level realm and join the ranks of the old demons of the Demon Sect. Unfortunately, it is Nanhai who has locked him up. The long whale iron is a rare treasure in the world. Even if it is a first-level realm, it can't be escaped even if it uses all the strength of the body.
After waiting for so many years, someone finally let him out. He originally wanted to go to Kaixi City to have a good time and indulge, but things in the world are unpredictable, but he unexpectedly bumped into his enemy Zhang Dufu.
A first-grade qi practitioner from a different sect, who takes shortcuts in practice and breaks through realms much faster than the other three qi practitioners, swordsmen, and warriors. Every gain must come with a loss, so his combat power ranks low, especially against someone like Zhang Dufu. It is common sense that a serious and down-to-earth first-grade martial artist cannot defeat him.
But Master Ghost Corpse didn't understand why a swordsman who was only in the fourth-level Vajra realm dared to draw a sword at him.
Even if his first-grade realm is not much better than that of a fake first-grade one, a fake first-grade one can still be considered a first-grade one.
Isn't it true that I can kill your fourth-level vajra-level brat with a handful of hands?
It's like using a mantis' arm as a chariot.
Master Ghost Corpse tried his best to avoid Zhang Dufu's increasingly fierce sword energy, keeping an eye on the young swordsman.
He didn't take Shen Li seriously.
So what if the sword of the fourth-grade Vajra realm is powerful?
Just scratching the surface.
At this moment, the sixth prince stood with Ning Xiu and looked around the entire battlefield, his clothes fluttering in the wind.
"Senior brother, little senior brother, he..."
The two ran away after the scuffle at Woxia Temple. Now they are on a small mountain peak that has not been affected by the war. This peak should be the place where the monk rings the bell. A copper bell is hung in the pavilion.
The Sixth Prince and Ning Xiu stood on the pavilion, watching from a distance as Zhang Dufu chased and killed the master, and Shen Li pointed his sword at the ghost corpse.
During the civil war in Woxia Temple, Ning Xiu wanted to report to Shen Li, but was dragged to this temporary safe place by the Sixth Prince.
"Your senior brother Shen should be fine. The old devil can't think too much. The martial artist who is chasing him is stronger than expected. Maybe... the mountain chief is here, and he can win half the sword at most. Overall, the fight is evenly matched." The Sixth Prince consoled him.
Ever since this girl Ning Xiu recognized Shen Li as her senior brother, she was out of control.
"Senior Brother, can you take Senior Brother Shen with you when you leave?" Ning Xiu asked again.
The Sixth Prince took the trouble to explain: "Your Senior Brother Shen has his own affairs. You were clamoring to go out with him before. Why do you change your tune now and beg me to take him away?"
"Oh! Senior brother, don't laugh at me!" Ning Xiu stamped her feet.
His mind was unstable and he stepped on several glazed tiles in the pavilion.
The Sixth Prince suddenly noticed something. He closed his eyes and concentrated on sensing the sword intention floating between heaven and earth. "Quickly calm down, Shen Li's sword is extraordinary!!"
Ning Xiu immediately looked like the big-eyed civet cat raised in Jiange Mountain, staring unblinkingly at Shen Li, who was standing in the dilapidated courtyard, accumulating sword power.
The top of Woxia Temple.
Qin Xianqing's wrists couldn't stop trembling. The second-grade Bodhisattva of Woxia Temple who was fighting with her was already leaning against a piece of rubble that had been chopped into half, his eyes blank.
The previous generation abbot of Woxia Temple was panting, and Master Hangyuan's mouth continued to flow with golden blood.
There were only three of them left on the battlefield.
The two founders of Woxia Temple, Hangshen and Hangmi, may know that they are heading for an unfavorable situation, or they want to wait for a good opportunity to enter the battle, so they have not yet gone to the top of the mountain to join the battle.
Qin Xianqing and Master Hangyuan understood this, so they had spared their efforts and did not really take deadly action against the previous abbot.
In fact, the Master Ghost Corpse went back to Woxia Temple from Kaixi City, which was much beyond the two people's expectations. They knew that Master Ghost Corpse went to Kaixi City, but he suddenly appeared on the battlefield and really hit Hangyuan. The master was caught off guard. Otherwise, it would have been difficult for the previous abbot of Woxia Temple to cause such serious injuries to Master Hangyuan.
Fortunately, Zhang Dufu came out of nowhere to intervene in this battle. Otherwise, Master Hangyuan and Qin Xianqing would have reaped the benefits by trying their best to kill the previous abbot and the Master Ghost Corpse while still maintaining the prosperity of navigation depth and air secrets.
Hengmiao, one of the seven killers of the Xingxiu Sect, climbed up from behind the ruins along the path along the mountain wall, step by step.
In this battle, he killed two masters of the Heng generation, both of whom were great Arhats in the Chaolu Realm. He was also seriously injured and would not recover for a while. The good news is that the source was not injured and he could recover after a few months of cultivation. As before.
Monk Hengmiao moved his steps and walked to Master Hangyuan with difficulty, took out the vial in his arms, poured out a pill, and handed it to him.
Master Hangyuan glanced at the elixir: "How many fragrant dew pills are left?"
"Go back to the ancestor, there is only one left."
"According to the agreement with Xingxiu Sect, the remaining one will be given to Shen Li."
"Yes, Patriarch."
After taking Xianglu Pills, Master Hangyuan's complexion did not improve.
For a handful of masters like him in the world, Xianglu Pills are no longer very effective.
He only recovered part of his energy, so that the injuries suffered by his body would not worsen.
The previous abbot spat out a mouthful of blood foam and sneered: "Xingxiu Sect! Hangyuan, how dare you associate with such scum, you have completely ignored the ancestral teachings of Woxia Temple!! Woxia Temple has been entrusted to you for twenty years, I don't know How much foundation has been ruined!!”
The eyes of the previous abbot were blood red mixed with gold, and the monk's robes on his body were still intact, stained with a layer of blood, like a demon.
Hang Yuan recalled what the previous abbot had done in the temple when he brought back what Master Ghost Corpse had done twenty years ago, and said angrily: "Hang Si! You didn't cultivate your mind enough, and you were seduced by Master Ghost Corpse into the devil's path, killing fifty-nine people." Man, you have committed boundless karma, and my mentor, considering that you have paid so much for Woxia Temple, imprisoned you in Fumo Cave to wash your heart and repent. Unexpectedly, twenty years have passed, and Taoism has reached the first level. But my heart sinks deeper and deeper!"
Hang Si smiled ferociously and asked: "Back then, you used your sweet words to coax the master. Who doesn't know that you were eyeing the abbot? If you hadn't forced me hard, how could I have gone down the mountain to catch the master of ghost corpses? How could I suddenly realize it if I didn't go down the mountain? Without a sudden realization, it is impossible to understand that the Buddha is a demon, and the Buddha's teachings are magic that confuses the minds of the world!"
"Nonsense! Buddhism is magic? Hang Si! In twenty years, not only have I not reformed at all, but I have even further distorted Buddhism! I can't keep you! I must eradicate the devil for all living beings!!"
Hang Si laughed loudly, his laughter hurting his injuries. His laughter stopped hoarsely and he coughed violently. He hissed like a ghost and laughed softly: "If the Buddha was not a demon, why did he support countless tenants to cultivate land and vegetables for Woxia Temple? ? The Buddha is not a demon, so why are the sixty-seven farms with a hundred miles of fertile land all private property of Woxia Temple? Hangyuan! Let me ask you, is the Buddha a demon?!!"
"..." Master Hangyuan's face flushed, he forced down the blood that surged into his throat, clasped his hands together, lowered his eyes and recited Buddhist scriptures.
"Haha... They say Master Ghost Corpse is good at bewitching people's minds, fart! This old thief just made me realize that being the abbot of Woxia Temple, I have committed more karma than killing fifty-nine people, and I don't know where it is. !!”
Hang Si laughed strangely and said: "I came out of the Demon-Subduing Cave in one night, and I saw with my own eyes twenty-one good-looking monks, hanging around with female donors, and seventeen monks with some reputation, each of whom had at least two beauties. , hugging each other. Even the current abbot of Woxia Temple, who flatters the prince of Nanwu, is more like a dog than a dog!! Hangyuan, tell me personally, is Buddhism magic? Is Buddha a demon? !”
"You're speechless? It's ridiculous! The Buddha's birthday was just a grand event, but you turned it into a place of sensuality. Look at the group of demon monks from the outer temple. Not only did they not feel ashamed, they actually enjoyed it! I think the Buddhist temples in Nanwu should have been demolished long ago! Building a few private schools would be of no use to those who come to meditate and worship Buddha every day!"
Master Hangyuan finally spoke slowly: "Generalize and quote out of context!"
Hang Si took a gentle breath and turned to look at the young man at the bottom of the mountain who was handing the sword to Master Ghost Corpse: "This is your karma, and it is also my karma. Because of this, I tried every means to become a first-class Bodhisattva... Since the truth about Buddha He is a demon, I am willing to fall into the demonic path forever, feed the demon with my body, and then eliminate the demon and defend the path!"
Master Hangyuan knew clearly that Hang Si had fallen too deep into the devil, and all his words were prejudice and obsession. However, the behavior of Woxia Temple, including the Nanwu Buddhist Sect, in recent years was indeed not like a Buddha, but like a devil.
At the same time, he was also attracted by the sword handed out by the young man and looked at Shen Li.
Qin Xianqing took advantage of the moment to stop fighting and quickly regained some energy. The two old things, Navigation Depth and Aviation Secret, were hiding and no one knew where they were going. As one of the top experts in the Xingxiu Sect, they had to be fully prepared. As for the sword of Shen Li, that brat who pressed the bottom of the box, Zhang Dufu was chasing Master Ghost Corpse from behind, and with Zhu Yan's blessing of killing power, this sword should be more impressive than when Zui Chunlou killed Jiang Huchen. , awe-inspiring.
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Monk Huaisi crawled out of a cave tremblingly, and what he saw was the clouds floating over Woxia Temple. It seemed that he was attracted by something, and fell on the mountain. In an instant, the clouds were steaming and the clouds were bright and colorful.
Just like, this place is definitely not a Shura field, but a lotus fairyland.
Another sword light rose.
The mist all over the ground suddenly followed the sword light and rolled into a sharp cone.
Let's hear Shen Langjun, who we met before, ask loudly: "Senior, is this sword crazy?"
"Good boy, this sword, paired with fine wine, is enough to make me drunk before I stop!"
How could Zhang Dufu let a junior overshadow him and chop him off with a knife?
The energy of the sword is like a big roc covering the sky and the sun. It is touching and contrasts well with the "Jiao Ku" sword.
In the desperate situation of the ghost corpse master, infinite evil energy erupted.
Shen Li and Zhang Dufu laughed in unison.
