long street.
Three groups of rays of light flew like lightning, fighting endlessly.
"It's him!"
Yu Liancheng looked at the mighty man driving the golden mace, and remembered the identity of this man. He was a disciple of Venerable Dali of the Vajra Sect, called Shitou.
Vajra Gate has a close relationship with Tianyin Temple. It is one of the branches of Tianyin Temple. It seems to have been established after a disciple of Tianyin Temple returned to secular life.
The reason why Yu Liancheng has this memory is because he became the senior monk of Tianyin Temple when he was ordained. Therefore, on the day of his ordination, many people related to Tianyin Temple were invited to watch the ceremony. Venerable Dali was also among the people watching the ceremony with Shi Shi. At that time, Shi Shi's appearance was a little younger, but he had not changed much, otherwise he would not be easily recognized by Yu Liancheng.
As for the two evil cult monsters, Baguio had memorized the famous figures of good and evil before leaving the Ghost King Sect, and explained to Yu Liancheng at this time.
"The man in white is called Lin Feng. He is a rising star in our holy religion who has become famous in recent years. It is also rumored that the gatekeeper magic weapon of Patriarch Fengyue of Jieshi Mountain fell into the hands of this person."
"As for the other person, he is the disciple of the old vampire demon, called Zhang Laosan. Now that the old vampire demon has taken refuge in the Wan Du Sect, I wonder how his disciple ended up here?"
The battle in the air became more and more intense.
The stone is one against two, and is slightly at a disadvantage, but its foundation is very solid, and at least it will not lose in a short period of time.
Lin Feng's pale face turned red from the fierce fight, and he said angrily: "Thieves, bald donkey, since you are seeking death, don't blame me."
While talking, he took out a gold-painted fan from his pocket.
He threw the fan into the air, and the whole fan opened with a faint golden light in the air.
On the gold-painted fan, a mountain, a river, and a large roc are painted using fine brushwork techniques. The brushwork is delicate and lifelike.
Boom!
The moment the fan opens, wind blows, clouds surge, thunder and lightning flash. The originally clear sky was suddenly filled with strange images, but they seemed to be just illusions.
boom!
There was another loud explosion, and the precious fan was seen trembling in the air. After a moment, the towering mountain in the fan actually moved out, and grew when it saw the wind. Amidst the roar, it actually grew into a mountain hundreds of feet high. Qiu, a large shadow casts down, pressing down like Mount Tai, its power is irresistible.
"It is indeed the mountain and river fan of Patriarch Fengyue." Baguio's expression became slightly solemn.
Ancestor Fengyue is a famous cultivator on Dongfang Jieshi Mountain. He has profound spiritual practice and is quite famous in the path of cultivation. He always acts between good and evil and has no dispute with the world. Therefore, no one from the good or evil path has ever provoked this person. But he never thought that his mountain and river fan would fall into the hands of a young man.
The stone has been completely enveloped by mountains and river fans.
He shouted sharply, activated the mace with all his strength, and emitted bright golden light to resist.
This mace is called "Pesha". Although it doesn't look outstanding, it is a very famous magic weapon of the Vajra Sect. It absorbs the essence of earth and wood and destroys the evil spirit of demons. Infinite power and infinite uses.
Unfortunately, under the suppression of Shanhe Fan, it gradually began to tremble, the golden light was dim, and was suppressed inch by inch.
But Shi Shi formed seals with his hands, his tall body was trembling slightly, sweating profusely, and the ground under his feet was broken inch by inch. It was obvious that he was extremely reluctant.
But just at this moment, a hand was placed on Shi Shi's shoulder. This hand was dry and smelly. It instantly made Shi Shi's body weak. A cold and evil voice sounded: "Bald man of Vajra Gate, this is... You are seeking death, so just give me your blood essence."
However, Zhang Laosan appeared behind Shitou at some unknown time, opened his mouth bloody, and was about to bite the left side of Shitou's neck. A scarlet light shone in his turbid eyes.
This monk's blood is much more nourishing than ordinary human blood, which is beneficial to the growth of his magic power. After sucking this monk, his skill will increase by at least 10%.
However, after this bite, the taste was strange, and no trace of blood was sucked into the mouth, just like biting a piece of wood.
To be more precise, he was biting a bamboo pole.
There is also a worn canvas hanging on the other side of the bamboo pole, with the words "immortal guides the way" written on it.
"This donor, drinking human blood is not healthy, so you should eat some vegetarian food." The person holding the bamboo pole was a monk in white clothes. He was so handsome that he was almost dazzling.
Blood-sucking spells are extremely evil and weird in evil ways, and are even more forbidden by the right way. Moreover, blood-sucking spells can make people become extremely hideous and ugly.
Suddenly Zhang Laosan hates honest people, and even more hates handsome men.
There was no doubt that the monk in front of him had both, and what he saw attracted Zhang Laosan's hatred.
"Stinky monk, you are seeking death."
Zhang Laosan urged a small dark red fork, which turned into a blood-red electric light and stabbed towards Yulian City.
It's just that before the little fork hit Yu Liancheng, it fell to the ground with a "ding".
Looking at Zhang Laosan again, he had fallen down on his back. There was a bloody hole in his throat, and blood was flowing out.
There is still blood dripping from the bamboo pole hanging with "Immortal Guiding the Way".
Just at the moment Zhang Laosan activated the magic weapon, the bamboo pole suddenly pierced his throat, piercing his throat. However, if the magic weapon does not have enough power to fly out, it will fall to the ground.
Although practitioners are superior, the physical bodies of many practitioners may not be as good as those who work hard and practice outsiders' practices.
However, almost no practitioner has ever died at the hands of people in the martial arts world. This is mainly because the martial arts system in the Zhuxian world is not very sophisticated, and most of the practitioners activate magic weapons from a distance, and rarely get close to people.
With Yu Liancheng's martial arts cultivation, a bamboo pole is no less than a divine sword. With a casual thrust, it has the power to pierce through gold and stone, let alone a mere evil cultivator.
Once Yu Liancheng gets close, he will definitely die.
The stone that escaped to the side looked at the sight of Yu Liancheng's bamboo pole stabbing a master of the Demon Cult to death, his jaw almost dropped to the ground, his expression was confused and unbelievable.
How is this going?
Can you deal with monks without magic weapons or spells?
Yu Liancheng smiled at the stone and turned into a white light and flew out.
A moment later, another scream rang out, and Shitou suddenly felt the pressure of the "Broken Evil" staff disappear. He looked up and saw that the 100-foot mountain above his head had been included in the gold-painted fan at some point.
At the same time, a figure fell from the sky, with a big hole in its throat, blood flowing out, and a look of disbelief in its eyes. Who could it be if it wasn't Lin Feng?
Yu Liancheng holds the bamboo pole "Immortal Guiding the Way" in one hand and the mountain and river fan in the other hand, slowly falling from the sky. The mountain and river fan looks even more elegant and handsome when paired with a white suit. Even if he was dressed as a monk, no one would disbelieve him if he were said to be Prince Wang.
"Nephew Shitou, what's wrong? Are you injured?" Yu Liancheng looked at Shitou with a dull expression.
Shitou finally came to his senses, and at the same time an idea flashed in his mind: "Wait, are you Uncle Puzhen?"
Yu Liancheng smiled slightly.
Shitou quickly bowed and said, "Diamond Gate Shitou pays homage to Master Puzhen. Thank you very much for your help. If not for Master's help, Shitou would be in trouble today."
At the same time, Shitou finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Uncle Puzhen is a peerless genius who emerges from the Buddhist sect every thousand years. He has been in seclusion for three years. When he comes out of seclusion, he has the appearance of thousands of Buddhas paying homage to his sect. It is said that the master said that Uncle Puzhen also created a "Thirty-two Phases" that is not inferior to the Brahma's Prajna. It seems that he used the "Thirty-two Phases" to kill two demons from the Demon Cult before.
It's just that I don't have enough eyesight, so I didn't see how my uncle took action.
"Vajra Gate and Tianyin Temple have always been close, so why should you be so polite."
The two exchanged pleasantries, and then sent Zhang Laosan and Lin Feng to their deaths to clean up the mess after the war.
This is probably the difference between the good and the evil. After a fight, the evil can just pat their butts and leave, but the righteous must deal with the aftermath.
Fortunately, no one was killed by the aftermath, but some houses collapsed, which can be solved with money.
"Little girl, I would like to thank you two for saving my life. It's a pity that all my family members were killed, and the little girl is alone. This world is so big, where can I go..."
The woman in yellow came forward and thanked Yulian City and Shitou.
It was only the tragedy that happened at home. That picture of a frowning woman and a sad face made even Shitou, a man who didn't understand the relationship between men and women, feel heartbroken.
"Hehe, sister, I have a one-hundred-tael banknote here. Take the banknote and bury your family first, and then find a relative to take refuge with."
Baguio came over at this time, took out a hundred-tael silver note with his bare hands, and stuffed it into the hand of the woman in yellow.
One hundred taels of silver is not a small amount in any case, and can even allow a person to live comfortably for several years.
The woman in yellow said in panic: "There are too many, too many, and besides, the little girl was sitting in the carriage all the way and couldn't find her way back. And... I am a little girl, how can I..."
Shitou also nodded and said: "It would be too dangerous for the girl to travel alone. If she encounters any accident, how can she protect herself? Don't worry, girl, I will escort her home all the way..."
"Thank you, Master, but..." The woman in yellow looked at Yu Liancheng with her beautiful eyes. Anyone could see her thoughts and feelings.
Baguio snorted coldly, and was about to make a sarcastic comment when he heard Yu Liancheng wave his sleeves and say: "Okay, it's getting late, let's find an inn to stay first."
Yu Liancheng set the tone, and the four of them left.
Zhou Xian passed over and looked at his "immortal guiding the way" chess piece, sighed, and then turned to look at his granddaughter: "Xiaohuan, can you see what that person looks like?"
Xiaohuan shook his head: "Xiaohuan can't see it, not even the appearance of the past life."
Zhou Yixian shook his head and said, "I can't tell either."
Xiaohuan rolled his eyes: "As if you could tell before."
Zhou Yixian smiled awkwardly: "Let's go, let's go stay overnight too."
…
night.
Have deep.
In the inn.
A beautiful figure walked out of the room, moving lightly, like a sneaky kitten.
Qianying slowly walked outside the other room and knocked gently on the door.
She waited for a long time, and when no one answered, she knocked three times softly. After three times, there was still silence.
There was a "click" sound on the door frame, and the seemingly powerless woman in yellow actually used her magic power to open the door bolt, and a sweet and alluring aroma floated into the house.
Seeing the bulging of the sheets, the uninvited guest chuckled, got under the quilt, and immediately yelled: "You are not Master Puzhen, who are you?"
"Giggle, good sister, guess who I am." Another sweet laugh sounded like a silver bell.
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