I just want to be a quiet man

boom boom boom boom...

The tide-like ghosts continued to dissipate, turning into strands of black air and merging into the bodies of the surviving companions.

As time goes by, there are fewer and fewer ghosts left...

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Zhao's Great Immortal Temple.

On the square table in front of the shrine, blood was pouring out from pots of offerings, like a spring of blood, and the blood seemed endless.

The night is vast and the courtyard is full of darkness.

Zhong Kui Yueji stood in the open space under the shrine, and behind him, a statue of Dharma was slowly rising.

The Faxiang is tall and tall, dressed in a crown, with a long sword hanging from his waist, and nine strings of pearls hanging down to his chest, blocking his face. He only feels graceful, majestic, dignified and bright, like a king coming.

At this moment, Faxiang held the sword hilt at his waist with his right hand, and stretched out his left hand, with a huge palm, to grab the ghosts rushing up in all directions.

The ghost screamed and disappeared instantly, and scattered into the surrounding darkness.

The giant hand caught nothing.

At this moment, crimson red tongues covered with barbs suddenly protruded from the darkness, entangled with the dharma figure that was getting more and more thorny.

Pale golden flames immediately ignited around Faxiang's body.

This flame was as bright as the sun, pure and majestic, and instantly burned all tongues.

In the darkness, there was a ghostly scream.

Fa Xiang didn't hesitate, and slapped his palm in the direction where the screams came from.

boom! ! !

The sound of the ghost crying stopped abruptly, and the dust and smoke dispersed, and the earth shook violently.

Fa Xiang slowly moved his palm away, but saw that in the darkness, there were strands of darkness slowly drifting away.

The strong and substantive hatred in his heart has been burned away by the pale golden flame on Faxiang's body.

The next moment, the flames around Faxiang suddenly exploded, and immediately exploded!

There was no sound, no devastation, as if a small sun disc had risen into the sky.

The sudden burst of strong light completely illuminated the originally dark temple, and it was like daytime for a while, with every detail visible.

All the ghosts hidden in the shadows had nowhere to hide, they screamed and retreated, instinctively loathing the light.

Zhong Kui Yueji didn't hesitate at all, and with a thought, "Keng!"

Fa Xiang pulled out the long sword at his waist, and immediately blasted towards the ghosts...

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The night was dim, and the incense sticks were burning brightly.

The blue smoke billowed and dispersed.

Ning Wuye held the flying sword in his hand, surrounded by sword energy, and the sword intent on his body was majestic and majestic. Even though his sleeves were covered with blood stains, his aura did not decrease but increased. !

Right now, the entire Zhao Family Great Immortal Temple is filled with criss-crossing sharp sword intents.

Opposite him, the statue of the god has already revealed its true shape.

It is a tall and burly ghost with a green face and fangs, with eight arms on its back, red eyes covered in chest and abdomen, and a barbaric, ferocious, and bloodthirsty aura.

It is "Xi"!

Chapter 143 : Do it now!

At this time, the whole temple seemed to come alive. The beams, columns, roof, floor, and walls... all squirmed for a while, exposing the texture of flesh and blood, and then quickly grew blue and black ghost claws. Catch it at night.

The ghost claws are full of inch-long needle hairs, the tips of the claws are bright blue, and there is a faint sweet smell, which is terrifying.

Ning Wuye's expression didn't change at all, and his gaze on "Xi" didn't move a bit.

He completely ignored the ghost claws that were grabbing at him, but directly raised his sword, and slashed at "Xi" from top to bottom.

"Slash!" Ning Wuye yelled coldly, a majestic and sharp sword energy instantly slashed towards "Xi".

This sword energy is like condensing a pool of autumn water, and also seems to break off a section of moonlight. It is bright and bright, pure and concise, but it contains a strong sword intent that is invincible and unstoppable.

The sword intent is pure and powerful, as firm as fine iron.

As soon as the sword qi came out, it was as fast as lightning, and before Ning Wuye himself was crushed into flesh by the ghost claws, this sword qi could also kill his enemies!

This is a style of play that kills both!

"Xi"'s red eyes all over the body, the blood color became more and more intense, the muscles all over its body bulged, and it also erupted like a ferocious aura like a giant beast, and the eight arms on its back, like mushrooms after a spring rain, swelled instantly, and then suddenly stretched out. Come out and block in front of the sword energy.

puff puff puff...

The sword energy like water and moon is light and agile, but it is unparalleled in sharpness. It cuts through many barriers in an instant, penetrates all arms, and when it is about to hit "Xi", "Xi" suddenly punches out.

boom! ! !

The sword qi collided with the fist, and the entire Great Immortal Temple shook violently. Amidst the earth-shattering noise, the sword qi collapsed, and the remnant energy scattered, causing a violent wind.

At the same time, those ghost claws that were grabbing at Ning Wuye suddenly tightened their grip!

But in this split second, "Xi" turned around abruptly and punched himself behind.

clang! ! !

The sword light was bright and clean, like a flash in the pan, when it pierced through the void, it was immediately sent flying by the force of the punch.

As soon as Ning Wuye landed on the ground, he danced with clear and bright sword flowers, and countless clear and bright sword auras shot towards "Xi" like a torrential rain.

"Xi" frowned slightly, this living person's state was not as good as it, but his background was surprisingly strong, especially good at attacking.

There is a big gap in the realm, and it has been fighting against it until now, but it is only slightly behind!

In a short time, it seems that it can't solve each other a bit!

Boom boom boom...

Just when all the sword energy was blocked, "Xi" immediately noticed something and looked in one direction.

Those two sides, it's almost over...

The background of these three survivors is too deep!

If he didn't do it himself, ordinary means wouldn't trap them for long!

but……

Thinking of this, the figure of "Xi" suddenly disappeared.

Ning Wuye was about to continue to draw his sword, but when he saw the ghost retreating without a fight, he couldn't help being slightly startled, but then, he saw two strangely shaped ghosts slowly emerging from the darkness...

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three days later.

Solid Wucheng.

This is a tall and majestic city located on an important road. The mottled city walls, dense streets and alleys, and the clothes of passers-by all show the long history and prosperity of this place.

However, right now, the entire city is filled with indescribable anxiety and fear.

On the long street, the wine flags were drooping feebly, and the teahouses and taverns that used to be extremely noisy were still full of guests, but no one was interested in chatting, and all of them were drinking in silence.

The father and daughter who sang were nestled in the corner, pulling the erhu for a while, the tune was out of tune, the song hadn't opened their throats, and their expressions were numb.

Passers-by outside the fence are all in a hurry, their faces are full of fear, eagerness, and bewilderment...

In the corners and alleys, occasionally there were a few mournful cries, but no one paid any attention to it, making it even more desolate.

The once bustling and thriving city has now become lifeless and panic-stricken.

Amidst the oppression, a black gauze skirt fell lightly.

Li Lieyue walked out from the end of the long street and walked slowly.

Her long hair hangs down, her face is as plain as snow, and in her dark eyes, there is a dark purple light faintly shining, reflecting each other with the jewels on the saint's crown above her head, which is cold and unspeakably gorgeous.

The crowd was bustling, but no one saw her, and no one touched her. When everyone approached her, they subconsciously stepped aside, but they didn't notice anything unusual.

Dressed in black like the night, quietly passing through the crowds.

She made a move suddenly, and snapped her five fingers towards the top of a passerby's head.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

Immediately, the extremely shrill screams sounded, the passers-by trembled, struggled, and curled up continuously, but the people around them, as if they didn't realize it, went back and forth without any eyes falling.

A moment later, Li Lieyue nodded slightly, retracted her palm, and with a thought, a stream of clear water emerged out of thin air to wash her palm.

On the street behind her, seven or eight corpses with hideous faces and distorted bodies had already fallen to death.

Blood gurgles from the seven orifices, stained with red dust.

Li Lieyue turned a blind eye to these things, pondered slightly, the sedan chair, the bride, the pink fairy...

Occupying this place is the Pink Bride!

She immediately took out a black sound-transmitting talisman, and after urging it, she quickly said: "Junior Brother Pei, the one from Guwu City is the Pink Bride!"

When the sound transmission symbol was neutral, Pei Ling's voice sounded: "Very good!"

"Senior Sister, Red Bride's current cultivation level is about the same as ours."

"You and Yan Minghua, do it now!"

Li Lieyue nodded and said, "No problem."

After the sound transmission was over, she put away the sound transmission talisman and fled away immediately.

Soon, Li Lieyue came to a mountain forest.

The vegetation in this mountain forest is sparse, the sun shines through the mottled branches and leaves, the vegetation is happy, the wild flowers are blooming, and there is a human-made path in the middle.

Right now, a team of crying, beating gongs and drums is carrying several men and women who are tied up and gagged, and they are constantly circling around several miscellaneous trees.

These people were all wearing brand-new robes and grandly dressed, but the corners of their eyes and brows were filled with heavy fear and despair.The men and women carried by them were even more terrified and terrified.

In the corner of the woodland, there stood a woman in a colorful dress with a face like a flower, it was Yan Minghua.

In her field of vision, the entire forest land was surrounded by a maze of clouds and seals. After these mortals walked in, no matter how they walked, it was impossible to get out.

Sensing Li Lieyue's approach, Yan Minghua immediately turned his head and asked, "How's the situation?"

Li Lieyue casually glanced at the sacrificial team, and then said, "It's the pink bride."

"Moreover, its cultivation is about the same as ours."

"Junior Brother Pei let us do it immediately!"

Yan Minghua nodded slightly: "Okay!"

Before the words fell, the figures of the two disappeared in an instant.

Chapter 144 : Killing the door.

Withered trees and lonely graves, the wind is mighty.

The exquisitely crafted sedan chair was suspended out of thin air, and in the sedan chair, the pink bride covered with hipa suddenly noticed something, turned her head immediately, and looked in one direction.

In mid-air, the figure of "Prisoner" slowly emerged, and immediately said: "The team that came to offer sacrifices was stopped."

"Pei Ling's subordinates are here."

The pink bride frowned, she came so fast!

In just three days, Pei Ling's subordinates actually came to the door!

Although she has been disregarding the expansion of her territory in the past few days, she has tried her best to speed up her recovery, but the time is too short. Right now, her and "Prisoner" are still only at the peak of Nascent Soul, and they want to recover to Huashen. At least for a few more days.

Thinking of this, the pink bride suddenly said coldly: "Shoot with all your strength!"

"Use all the hole cards!"

"Prisoner" nodded slightly: "Understood."