Finally, someone noticed that Shen Yuanqiong was blocking the temple door, preventing anyone from escaping. The Taoist with a sinister face felt something was wrong, and without saying a word, he rushed out with his "horse-cutting knife". The door panel was also like a wolf's sword, as light as a feather in his hand. The nine iron rings on the back of the sword jingled, which was soul-stirring. The momentum was overwhelming and out of control. However, after he shouted and took a few steps, he was cut into two parts with a knife. The broken parts of the knife rolled to the ground, blood gushing out like a fountain. Under the dim moonlight, no one knew what happened.
Huiming took advantage of the man's trance, exhaled loudly, and knocked the lanky man away. His back hit the broken Buddha statue. He vomited blood and could not get up again. The murderers were frightened and persisted, but their eyes couldn't help but wander around, looking for opportunities to escape. The four walls were in dilapidated condition, and it was not a big problem if the main entrance was blocked. They winked at each other and suddenly dispersed. Whether they could escape the pursuit or not was up to them.
The remaining walls supporting the ruined temple suddenly collapsed, and smoke billowed to obscure the view. However, the murderer who fled in a hurry failed to do so. It seemed that there was an invisible boundary, and when he stepped over it, he was at the gate of hell. He was cut into two parts and died. Three or five corpses fell down one after another, and the remaining ones recovered and retreated step by step into the ruins, back to back on guard, with a look of despair on their faces.
In the darkness, a candlelight lingered in the distance, but he didn't dare to get close. It was the beating soul of Master Huoyun. He noticed that the ruined temple had been razed to the ground, and followed his men all the way, screaming and falling into hell, feeling in his heart. Sheng was hesitant and did not dare to get closer to check, for fear of falling into the enemy's trap. He carefully sailed the boat for thousands of years. He raised them like wild beasts and drove them like wild beasts. He never had any trust in them. He would rather hide alone in the dense forest, restrain his breath, breathe in the wind and drink the dew, and be with the real wild beasts.
However, Master Huo Yun never imagined that even though he hid far enough away and was cautious enough, he would not be able to avoid the detection of his divine mind. Shen Yuanqiong murmured in a low voice: "I found you..." He closed his five fingers, and countless golden threads burst out, wandering around like dragons and snakes, wiping out all the survivors. Huiming was caught off guard, and was severely injured by the golden thread on his abdomen and back. His "indestructible body" was torn apart, and clouds of blood mist exploded out. The vitality in his body was rapidly drained, and his throat "gurgled" as he staggered to hold on.
The dignified leader of Qifan Temple stabbed him in the back! Huiming gritted his teeth and persisted in his obsession. He struggled to turn around, his eyes were about to burst, and he stared at him, refusing to take his last breath. Shen Yuanqiong's heart was as solid as stone, and he raised his hand to capture his soul. Without looking a second time, the sword light suddenly flashed, and he turned around and rushed towards Master Huoyun's position. The soul was gone, the body slumped to the ground, dust returned to dust, dust returned to dust, no different from the murderers who took the first step. The mountain wind blew, the bonfire ignited the clothes, and the flames rose into the sky, lighting up half of the night sky.
Master Huo Yun was frightened for a while. Most of his subordinates were scum and abandoned disciples of Buddhism and Taoism. Their future had long been cut off. They were determined to follow him to do evil. They were drunk and dreaming, enjoying themselves day by day. There were quite a few hard ideas among them. Seeing that he was buried in the sea of fire without even breaking out of the waves, the situation was extremely bad. He was still secretly rejoicing that he had escaped the disaster in advance, when suddenly he saw the light of the sword extinguished in the night sky, heading straight for him, and he had lost track of it. He hurriedly raised the "Nine Crane Pot" and poured out a cloud of fire. Everything flies away in the clouds.
The fire cloud rolled, like an arrow from the string, and escaped hundreds of miles in an instant, but the sword light came faster, and it caught up with three times, five divided by two, the golden threads all fell down, and a "Nine Crane Pot" wailed. Turning into powder, fire clouds scattered in all directions, the Master fell upside down and fell to the ground. In his busy schedule, he worked out the magic formula and used the "Earth Penetration Technique" to escape through the earth. He practiced the soul refining skill well, and his soul became stronger. This earth escape was a stroke of genius. However, the moment the spell was activated, his soul flew out of the body, and his body was forever imprisoned in the depths of the earth and rocks, and he became the prey of insects and ants. rations.
Shen Yuanqiong obtained three souls one after another without much effort. Shen Yuanqiong was quite satisfied. He lowered his sword light to a mountain col and activated the "prey technique" to refine them one by one. His cultivation that had been stagnant for a long time improved slightly. Although the resources cultivated by Heavenly Court's Taoism cannot be compared with those of the Golden Immortal Soul, the accumulation of small amounts into large amounts and the accumulation of sand into a tower can push the fifth level to the state of Dzogchen. Facts have proved that this method is feasible.
Master Huo Yun conferred the title, but Shen Yuanqiong did not stop there. There were still monks in Xia who were causing trouble, massacring villages and searching for bones. Shen Yuanqiong borrowed this name to hunt down everywhere, and singled out undisciplined cultivators to kill them. Kill them all indiscriminately and extract their souls for practice. He circled around the northwest, sweeping thousands of miles like a plow, and killed nearly a hundred people before he was satisfied and returned to live in the world.
Xiao Yazhi had been waiting at Qifan Temple for many days. She finally saw Shen Yuanqiong and couldn't help but smile bitterly. It turns out that he is too prolific in killing. Although they are all casual cultivators with no sects, some of them are related to the Taoist sects. They obviously have never slaughtered mortals, but honestly picked demon bones to practice soul refining skills, but they also affected Chiyu. He died so unjustly at the hands of Shen Yuanqiong. The various sects did not dare to go to Qifan Temple. Letter after letter was sent to the Sansheng Sect like snowflakes. Only then did Teng Shangyun know the whole story. He felt it was a bit tricky. Xiao Yazhi happened to return from the East China Sea and went to Qifan Temple again without stopping. For this matter Clean up.
After hearing what she said, Shen Yuanqiong didn't take it to heart. Instead, he reminded Xiao Yazhi sternly that it was just a matter of killing monsters, but killing mortals was an untouchable red line. Although they are far away, they will be killed, but those casual cultivators are so brave that they would not regret their death. However, by practicing the soul-refining technique and refining Taoism, it is impossible to distinguish the bones of demons and humans. It is inevitable that the murderer will affect innocent people. Compared with those mortals who pile up mountains of corpses, the lives of a few casual cultivators are nothing!
He spoke so righteously and solemnly that Xiao Yazhi didn't know how to persuade him. Mortals were as small as ants, so how could their lives be worth those of monks? But these words could not be uttered in front of Shen Yuanqiong no matter what. She thought for a moment and said helplessly: "Mortals are innocent and should not be harmed lightly. The Three Saints Sect should summon fellow Taoists and restrain the disciples not to touch the red line. However, there are scattered cultivators all over the Xia land, and there are not a few who practice soul refining skills. In the end, we have to Let’s distinguish them indiscriminately and kill them all, right?”
Shen Yuanqiong said: "In this case, the two sects of Xia Tu Buddhism and Taoism must draft a charter. If anyone kills mortals and collects their bones, regardless of whether they are casual cultivators or sects, they will be severely punished. The crime cannot be forgiven."
Xiao Yazhi looked troubled. This move involves many people and cannot be achieved by the Three Saints Sect. She was waiting to persuade her a few more words when she heard the other party say: "The Soul Refining Art started because of me, and it will bring harm to mortals." My responsibility is that before this happens, if anyone is crazy and regards the world as pigs and dogs, he should be killed as a warning to others, and there will be no mercy."
Her heart trembled for no reason, as if she saw a tragedy sweeping Xia Tu slowly beginning to unfold.
