Zhenshanhai

In Lin Pu's eyes, every time the blood cicadas behind the tens of thousands of people in the city draw three breaths, the high towers of the temples in the center of the city will shine with Buddha's light, and countless golden bodies of Arhats will descend behind the ordinary people, smashing the blood with a roar and waving the vajra pestle. cicada.

But in just a moment, there will be blood cicadas condensed again, and then there will be arhats descending demons... and so on again and again, the Buddha and the demons are in a stalemate, no distinction is made.

But to be honest, the longer the time dragged on, the blood essence of the people in the city continued to slowly overflow, after all, it was the evil spirits who had the upper hand.

A red glow filled the sky, enveloping the witch and all the evil cultivators in an instant.

In the red cloud, an old devil with a skinny figure but a head as big as a bucket had cloudy eyes, and his voice was piercing like a broken gong. He stared at Lin Pu and said, "What a pure ghost spirit, what kind of ghost do you belong to?" successor?"

The female cultivator who led Lin Pu over gave a coquettish smile, twisted her waist and walked towards the old devil. When she came to him, she was naked and snuggled into the old devil's arms. The successor is also my old friend of Moqing Valley, with profound spell skills and high strength. When the ancestor summoned her, Nu Nuer thought of her and went to invite her here. If the ancestor succeeds, don't forget my contribution!"

Lin Pu had already inquired about it on the way here with the evil disciples. These men and women were heretic cultivators walking Hehuan Road.

They are not like the disciples of the Demon God of the Ten Thousand Demon Sect, they are proud true demon believers with their own beliefs.

The evil of the devil is evil, unscrupulous, but at the same time disdain to bully the weak, while this group of evil cultivators are evil and evil, who have always only bullied the weak and feared the hard.

The righteous and the evil Tianzong practiced different methods, and their principles of handling things were also different.

But they all have the same cognitive principle: that is, the cultivator seizes the spirit from the heaven and the earth, benefits from the gift of heaven and all spirits, and the universe helps me, and I give it back in different places.

The upright and magnanimous, the demons are proud, and the monsters are also self-sufficient, which together constitute the benign operation of the cycle of heaven and earth.

And the evil heretics who add a touch of disgusting stigma to evil cultivators are evil cultivators who have no sense of gratitude.

The mainland donated spiritual energy to help them become immortals and practice, but they only know selfishness, and they don't hesitate to take away the essence and blood of all spirits just to care about their own progress.

Such evil cultivators who do not know how to give feedback and be grateful are like moths who can only get in and out of the world, and blindly ask for it.If left alone, sooner or later the order of the universe will be disturbed and the foundation of the world will be shaken.

Moqinggu was formerly known as Moqinggu, and his combat skills were not strong. In the past, he was just a group of evil cultivators who attracted attention only by his behavior.

Although cultivating the acacia technique is despised by orthodox monks, these are private virtues after all. As long as they don't maliciously harm people's lives, most monks just take it for fun and don't bother to care about it.

But who would have guessed that a hundred years ago, a disciple of Devil's Love Valley provoked a devil who came out of Guming Mountain and walked to the mainland under cover of identity.

After the two had been dating for decades, the demon broke through that their partner had affairs with many people. The demon was so disgusted that he broke off relations with that person immediately.

That's all there is to it, but the Hehuan disciple is still reluctant to let go, and invites the demon disciples to join the Magic Love Valley.

Demons act evil and have some ways of thinking that are different from normal people.

My partner had an affair with others, and I felt disgusted, but when I heard the name of Moqinggu, the devil couldn't stop immediately.

What is your Magic Valley?

Crazy demons and evil spirits can be associated with demons. My disciples of true demons are reasonable and don't care about these things, but the name of the sect has the word "magic" in it!

That's all for the rest, but if there is a demon sect in the world, it can only refer to the Guming Mountain, where true demon believers gather and rise thousands of miles away in the northern region!

The devil got into the horns, sent a message back to the sect in anger, and immediately pulled a large group of colleagues who either thought the same as him or simply joined in the fun, and rushed to the fairy mountain cave to pick the Devil's Love Valley.

In the end, they went all the way to the main hall of the sect, forcing the head of the sect to personally apologize, and changed the three big characters "Magic Love Valley" in front of the sect to the nonsense "Moqing Valley". Only then was the disciple satisfied, and he left without any spoils.

Since then, Mo Qinggu has unilaterally formed a relationship with Wan Mozong.But he didn't have the guts to confront the demons. He was upright and upright against the Datianzong, so he disappeared and changed the acacia technique into a nourishing technique, and joined the demon camp in collusion.

And this ugly old devil as big as a bucket is the evil giant they took refuge in.

During the Taiping Festival, the villains behave with their tails between their legs, for fear of attracting the law-enforcing monks of the Tianzong who punish evil and defend the way.

But now the world is turbid, the world is in chaos, and the world of practice is not peaceful.

Outside there is the sea of ​​chaos that is about to break the seal, and inside there is the old demon of Yuan Yao who haunts the ghosts and kills people everywhere. The Tianzong sect cannot cover everything, which gives the evil cultivators the courage to breathe and stir.

This ugly old devil is a contemporary figure of Daojun.

But there are countless masters in Tianzong, and there are many great talents. Let alone the king, even if Su Qin and the others make a random shot, he might not be able to match him.

So he had no choice but to hide and hide in Tibet with his tail between his legs and use his blood cicada demon method to refine and transform creatures, and finally survived to the top and became a demon giant.

Now that he has reached the bottleneck, and he is nearing the end of his life, he has found a side to join him, so he found this big city inhabited by [-] ordinary people to add chaos to Tianzong, just to serve as a promotion.

The old devil rubbed the female cultivator in his arms wantonly with his big hands like bones, and all the monks and monks in the Moqing Valley around him were shameless, and they were proud of being divided and scrambled by the old devil's subordinates.

The old devil's subordinates acted recklessly, but there was no sense of blasphemy in their eyes when they looked at the witch.

"Ghost King Zong Wurong? Okay, okay, if you can break the Bodhi Vajra Dharma protector formation of these bald donkeys for me, and when I am promoted to Xingjun, you will be the Dharma protector in front of me."

"Before driving?" The witch sneered, "You are worthy of this old and lowly pig and dog?"

The female cultivator in the old devil's arms cried out in pain, the soft flesh on her chest hurt from being scratched, and she quickly winked at her to show restraint and respect.

But the witch rolled her eyelids and said viciously, "I'll goug out your eyes if you cramp them! If it wasn't for the ghost Wangzong's friendship with your ancestors back then, you would have been slaughtered by your aunt when you shamelessly recognized your relatives!"

Most of the people who cultivate Yin and evil spirits are dog-tempered and moody, and they turn their faces when they say they turn their faces. This reaction of the witch is very normal.

The old devil laughed, and pushed the nun in his arms away.

"It's true! A capable person can't be too proud. If you can break through the ranks and make meritorious service, if you want anything, just say it."

The witch stared at him blankly, her dark eyes looked extremely menacing.

"If you want grandma to help you with things, you must also ask your master to give up a job. I want one for whatever you want to do, Zi Xingjun."

The subordinates at the side interrupted and scolded: "Presumptuous, you don't have to be the ancestor! You are a minor cultivator of the sixth realm, how dare you want to be equal to the ancestor!"

The witch gave him a slanted look, and the fiery red cloud was instantly stained with mottled ink. When the dark wind passed by, countless big ghosts came out, bit and swallowed seven or eight evil cultivators, and the stinky blood splashed on the cloud.

She stretched out her red tongue to lick her black lips, and said with a sneer, "Now I'm the only one who practices ghost art. If I have the ability to kill me, my aunt will just sit back and raise the price!"

The old devil raised his hand to stop his subordinates from screaming and cursing, and smiled brightly: "With Wu Xiaoyou's hand, these people can't compare to you alone."

"It's just that I can't decide the position of Xingjun, and I have spent a lot of effort to get this candidate position. It is hard to say whether there are vacancies for the other eight Xingjun.

However, if you are willing, there is still the position of Xingxiu under Xingjun. After the matter is completed, I will recommend it. With your strength, even Gangkui Xing can compete for it that day. "

The old devil has his own team, and with their strength, they can break through the Buddha formation below if they force their shots.

But that would result in many deaths and injuries, and the gains outweigh the losses.

This old monster is shrewd. Although he has become the internal candidate of Xingjun, he can take office as long as he completes the task, but after all, he is the only outsider among Nine Obsidian Xingjun.

If the former Jumen Xingjun hadn't been killed by the Great Demon Lord of Guming Mountain, he wouldn't be in this position at all.

Now that you have to vote for a certificate, you have to keep your own team to join that big force.

Otherwise, even if he is in the top position, he will be the last cannon fodder that people can't look down on.

Therefore, if he can win over the witch of the ghost king sect, not only will he be able to retain his full strength after the event is completed, but it will also be a great help to him if this witch competes for the position of the king of heaven in the future.

One of the candidates for Nine Obsidian King, this is a big fish caught.

But Lin Pu's fishing net is not capable of catching this giant kun at all...

Seeing that she seemed to be moved, the female cultivator from Moqing Valley who brought her hurriedly stepped forward to persuade her.

The witch seemed to be persuaded by her, and after listening patiently, she asked impatiently, "What's the strange smell on you?"

The female cultivator smiled coquettishly and cast a wink: "It's a pity, sister Wu, you are not a man. This incense is made from the blood of three hundred daughters who are twenty-eight years old and have their own body fragrance. If a man smells it, There will be a fire of love that cannot be extricated..."

After she finished speaking, she greeted, and a handsome male disciple broke free from the arms of a big fat man and leaned over.

"The fragrance on his body is made from the blood essence of three hundred handsome young men, do you want to try it?"

Lin Pu glanced at her coldly, then raised his head to look at Lao Mo, "Kui Xing is also fine, do you keep your word?"

Seeing Lao Mo nodding, she looked at Moqingu and the couple again, "If I'm not in a hurry, I'll play with them before I go to work."

The old devil raised his hand and laughed like a broken gong, and the two were sucked to his side.

"This is not possible. The bald donkeys below have sent a message to the Tianzong for reinforcements. There is no time to wait. I will give you half a day. Just go and break the formation with peace of mind, the sooner the better. I will watch these two for you, and no one can take care of them." Touch, just waiting for you to come back."

The witch looked at the obscene witch who was standing next to the old devil with a flushed face and swaying buttocks pretending to be seductive, and said to herself: "That won't work, I'm too lonely, I have to get what I like or destroy it, if it doesn't exist, put it away first." Just let it go."

The old devil smiled strangely, twisted his claws, and the charming laughter and panting of a man and a woman stopped abruptly.

The eyes of the two were bulging, their heads limply tilted to the side and there was no sound, only two beautiful skins remained.

"Hahahaha! Good! Xingjun just sit back and wait for my good news!"

The witch laughed wildly, turned her head and fled into the city wrapped in the dark wind, thousands of ghosts screamed and rushed towards the Buddhist formation, and a golden mask suddenly appeared on the city.

The ghostly aura intertwined with the golden Sanskrit characters, and the mask gradually became cloudy, blocking the internal and external sight.

The sky was shrouded in mist and darkness, and the people were panicking. With the sound of a gong, the guards in the city came out, shouting and telling the residents to go back to their homes and lock their doors, waiting quietly for the immortals to punish the evil.

It turned out that the monks had already prepared for this and had already greeted the local government.

Lin Pu escaped through the air into a small courtyard in the city using the wooden escape method, then tore off the mask on his face, and a golden glow went straight into the Buddhist temple, and folded its wings on the ground: "Dare to ask the eminent monk of Fahua Temple..."

A sweet female voice said cheerfully: "Little Master?"

Lin Pu was taken aback, and turned his head to look. A big bearded man in a red robe, green coat, rainbow boots and rouge was looking at her with surprise on his face.

Lin Pu hesitated and said, "No face?"

Wuyan Zi Huanxi stepped forward and took her hand affectionately, "Yes, it's me! More than a hundred years have passed, the little master is now very handsome, and his name is like thunder, I am really happy to see it!"

As he spoke, he pulled Lin Pu, who was covered in goosebumps, into the hall and introduced to the two monks: "This is Master Lin Pulin, the Gengjin Daoist of the Yushan Sword Region, a generation of true master uncle Lin Pulin, who has saved the common people. Old devil, my little master, they are the disciples of the Fahua Temple sect, Yin Chan and Gui Chan, so they are the nephews of your master!"

Lin Pu had heard about it a long time ago from the witch, but now that he saw it, Wu Yanzi, who had cultivated the Yin-Yang Demon, really lived up to his reputation.

Zongjian Shenseng is one of the four eminent monks in Jialan Fahua Temple who can see the nature, but it is a pity that Yuan Yao led a group of old demons to attack and kill him five years ago.

His disciple Yinchan, like Hanzhang, is a genius who is expected to be the first to enter the heaven within 500 years in the true biography of Tianzong, but the witch Lingyi came from behind and stole the limelight.

There is also the little monk Guichan, who was guided by the Buddha's light when he was still a novice monk, far from the way Wuyanzi said lightly about passers-by.

This mutual recommendation is most likely due to the fact that the disciples of the Yin-Yang Demon God are deliberately treating the Yin-Yang strange energy differently.

Yin Chan looked like a prudent young man, and brought his younger brother to meet Lin Pu and talk to Lin Pu, while the young monk Gui Chan snorted at Wu Yanzi.

The big bearded man walked out with a smile, his voice was light and crisp like an oriole: "Now that the little master is here, I have to go out and talk to everyone, tell them the good news!"

In order not to disturb the people, Lin Pu hastily practiced the invisibility formula after entering the city.

Ordinary people couldn't see it, but nearly a thousand monks saw the golden light passing across the city.But they all obeyed the orders of the eminent monks of Fahua Temple and stationed in various positions in the city, so they couldn't distract themselves from going to check.

Wu Yanzi didn't want to tell everyone about the news of Jianyu's junior uncle coming, but made a special trip to hang around the low-level disciples of Qinglingmen to make people suspicious.

Lin Pu came here alone, what can she do alone?

But Yuan Yao, who was born in Qinglingmen, killed Shenjian, and the nearby disciples of Qinglingmen came to help.

Now that the little martial uncle from Jianyu has come, the monk's attitude has changed drastically, he is kind and friendly, Wu Yanzi has to talk to everyone in Qinglingmen.

Although there are many monks in the city now, the disciples of Tianzong are only seven or eight low-level Qinglingmen disciples, one obnoxious yin-yang cultivator and two young monks from Fahua Temple. A group of old devils.

Lin Pu was puzzled and said, "I heard that there are divine monks sitting in the city, are you the only ones?"

The little monk Guichan sighed sadly, "my brother and I passed by this city, and when we saw the people in the city swallowing blood on their backs, we knew that we were being targeted by the evil old devil. Yue, how did my brothers and sisters carry it for so long? There is nothing I can do..."

Lin Pu understood, and said with a smile, "What can I do, why don't you ask the nearby monks to help you under the pretense of being a divine monk?"

Introducing Zen meditation to chant the Buddha, monks do not tell lies, the two of them broke the precepts this time, and borrowed the name of the master's uncle to deceive more than a thousand monks to come to guard the city.

But there is really no way, if everyone knows that once they enter the city, they will be covered by the blood cicada seizing Yuan magic, and there are only two young monks in the city, no one dares to come and die.

Only Wuyanzi, who was careful and possessed supreme yin and yang magic eyes, strolled over and broke through the lies told by the two monks.

Fortunately, he didn't want to tell the truth, but instead helped the young monks round out the lie.

"Senior Lin's eyes are as sharp as a torch, and he can see it even if he wants to. Everyone who enters the city will be covered in blood cicadas, and they will go straight to the bone marrow to absorb essence. Even we can't resist..."

At this time, Yin Chan saw the blood cicada behind the female nun fluttering and flying unwillingly. The protruding straw poked bang bang bang bang bang on Lin Pu's neck, and after a few rebounds, she dissipated it with a flick of her finger.

At this time, Arhat appeared, glaring and holding the pestle, but he seemed a little dazed because he lost his target, and the monk couldn't help but get stuck.

Lin Pu nodded his thanks to Arhat's golden body, and waited for it to disperse before turning his head and asking: "I saw your formation outside the city is really extraordinary, but can you be sure to stop the demon?"

Yin Chan shook his head, "If you only need to sit and defend, you will definitely not be able to defend, you need to attack, but with Senior Lin and you, there is still a shortage of 43 people."

Thousands of mobs can sacrifice to the Bodhi Vajra Dharma Protector Array, but if you want to convert it into the Arhat Demon Demon Array, you must add 72 more people at the eye of the array.

Before they had time to invite the monks over again, the old demons had gathered their hands and rushed to seal the city.

After hearing this, Lin Pu waved his sleeves, and the little monk Guichan exclaimed, and stepped back in a hurry.

Immediately, sixty burly and tall apes fell down in the temple, crowding the space in front of the Buddha.

"Is it enough? Not enough." Lin Pu looked around, "But the main hall is a little smaller, and it won't be able to stand any more."

"Enough is enough!" Gui Chan was about to jump up in surprise, and after asking for instructions from his seniors and seniors, he hurriedly greeted him, and hurriedly led a group of monkeys to various places in the city to add to the formation.