In the Blade

In the side room, Du Chengfeng was still reading the newly distributed scriptures.

It is said to be a sutra, but in fact it is more like an atlas. Unlike the previous sutras, which were all praising the "Taiyin Emperor", this newly issued sutra is quite down-to-earth. The short stories in it are all classic, just like things happening around you, and the content of the stories is extremely exciting. Many things that cannot be said or broadcast have been written in.

The most important thing is that there are paintings in this scripture.

"Yo! This is a painting! Hoo!"

Looking at the illustrations of evil spirits in the book that looked like Vajra warriors, Du Chengfeng couldn't help but get more excited.

At this time, under the light of the lights, Du Chengfeng suddenly saw that there was a mosquito on the scrolls spread out on the ground.

Du Chengfeng instantly felt as if he was facing a formidable enemy.

Although he is somewhat self-aware now, he knows that at least in terms of combat effectiveness, he is no longer what he used to be. If he were a human, he would now have the confidence to fight against most people - but facing creatures like mosquitoes... His speed , can it really exceed the sensitive response of mosquitoes?

Don't know, absolutely don't know.

But he wanted to try.

"Bang!"

In just a moment, the mosquito that was sifting through the scriptures was nailed to the ground.

But to do all this, Du Chengfeng only used one finger.

"It's done!"

Seeing the corpse of the mosquito on his fingertips, Du Chengfeng suddenly felt a sense of accomplishment in his heart.

In terms of speed and reaction, he actually defeated the flying insects!

"This is the result of practice... huh?"

Just when Du Chengfeng was preparing to remember this important day, he heard a sudden noise outside the door.

Immediately afterwards, someone started crying in mourning outside.

"Master is dead!"

"……ah?"

Du Chengfeng in the room didn't realize what was going on. He even thought Cui Yuan was ill again - but it didn't sound like it from the sound. It was probably a stranger outside the door.

But just when Du Chengfeng wanted to go out and take a look, the young monks carrying magic swords outside the door barged in directly.

"It's so late at night, what are you doing here?"

Du Chengfeng couldn't help but scratch his head.

"Oh, I understand, you must want to come and see my spurge, right? Hey, how did you know that I got this baby? To be honest, I'm just lucky... huh?"

Only halfway through speaking, Du Chengfeng suddenly realized that something seemed not quite right.

Just because the magic swords in the hands of these young monks were still dripping with blood.

"Give back my master's life!"

The enemies were extremely jealous when they saw each other. Without saying a word, a group of young monks picked up their magic swords and stabbed Du Chengfeng.

However, the halberd was faster than them.

Like a mosquito bite, the halberd just lightly slid along the necks of these young monks, and more than ten heads fell to the ground.

"Look, you guys, it's really amazing, right?"

Although he said this, Du Chengfeng also knew that these puzzling people could no longer give him any reply.

After kicking the corpse blocking the road to the side, Du Chengfeng stepped out of the wing. At this moment, he already knew that something had happened here - and after five consecutive uses of legitimate weapons against the young monks who rushed towards him with swords. After defending, he also opened the door of the adjacent wing.

The bloody smell hit his face, making him sick.

To be fair, Du Chengfeng had no friendship with these refugees from Yanzhou, but even if they didn't know each other, they still came all the way from Yanzhou - but now these hundreds of people are dead, and they died in Taizhou inexplicably. In Yinshan.

"Then it seems you really want to take a look at Euphorbia."

With a wave of the divination halberd, seven or eight more heads fell down.

While waving the big halberd, Du Chengfeng also whistled, so a team of more than 300 people quickly seized the intersection and sealed the mountain gate. The two doormen who were originally guarding Ziyang Mountain, one on the left and the other on the right, are now working in their old profession.

Some young monks carrying magical swords rushed over with enthusiasm. The golden-armored gods behind them also raised their spears and axes. Looking at their ferocious postures, they obviously wanted to chop the two mountain guards alive. The doormen - but these two people didn't even have the intention to dodge. They just picked up a wine jar and smashed it on the heads of the young monks.

This kind of attack naturally couldn't stop these young monks. The golden-armored god just waved the weapon in his hand and shattered the two jars of wine in the air.

So the two gatekeepers threw something over, but this time it was not a wine jar, but a fire dumpling.

"bake--"

Several young monks covered in wine immediately started to light up, and soon the aroma of roasted meat filled the air.

"Huh? Are you familiar?"

Liu Bolun, who was drunk, groped around for a few times.

"Wait, where did my wine go?"

"you……"

Seeing that this road was blocked, the remaining young monks picked up their magic swords, turned around and ran away.

It is impossible to go back, that big halberd is really too terrifying. There is no way out of the mountain gate. God knows why those two doorman-looking figures can kill even accomplished practitioners like them - so they just need to get into the mountain. As long as they get into the mountain, they can at least still survive. Stay alive.

But even on the way into the mountain, there was a man with a scar on his face and a sword standing there, talking as if he was talking about something.

But the man was holding a broken sword.

"That's it?"

The young monks couldn't help but sneer, and they all swung their magic swords, wanting to chop this weird idiot into meat paste.

However, at this moment, the broken sword pointed in their direction.

At the same time, these young monks suddenly felt that their physical strength was rapidly draining away.

It was as if all the strength in the body was overflowing from the chest.

"When...?"

When these young monks lowered their heads, they found that there was a needle-sized hole in their chests.

It was just a hole, but it pierced their hearts accurately.

It was just a broken sword, how could it kill them all in an instant?

There was no sword tip...

"So that's it! So that's it!"

The bodies of the young monks fell to the ground, but Cui Yuan raised his head.

"So that's it! This is the real sword!"

Accompanied by Cui Yuan's excited shout, the axe thrown by Carpenter Li also broke the leg of the last young monk who wanted to escape.

So, in just less than a quarter of an hour, all the monks in the Taiyin Mountain Temple were almost killed.

"So what's going on?"

Du Chengfeng, holding the halberd, scratched his head. He still didn't understand what was going on.

Didn't they say they were recruiting people to cultivate immortality? Why did the monks here suddenly start killing people?

"There's still a survivor here!"

The grassland army general Zhierhuo tied up the last young monk and threw him in front of Du Chengfeng.

"Why don't we ask him?"

"How can this be a survivor? His neck is broken."

Looking at the so-called last survivor, Du Chengfeng couldn't help shaking his head.

Carpenter Li might not have any intention of killing, but the young monk with a broken leg was not running well. He fell somewhere and broke his neck directly.

The last survivor died, and the case became a headless case. No one knew how the killing started suddenly and how so many people died.

Du Chengfeng thought that living in the mountains was pretty good and planned to stay there for a few more days. How come everyone died?

"What should we do now?"

A group of people gathered and began to discuss how to deal with the current situation.

"Why throw the bodies into the mountains?"

"... No."

Du Chengfeng thought about it and shook his head slowly.

"Why throw the bodies into the mountains? We are the victims, right?"

As the victims of a homicide, he would of course choose to report to the police.

The second update is here. These two updates were originally scheduled for midnight. Now that my work and rest schedule is finally back to normal, I'm going to rest, and everyone should rest early.

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