Put base three through a sieve [comprehensive]

Now every time Feng Yuluo wakes up, he is always around Tang Wule, but he is always in a state of leaving his soul.

After talking about going in and taking a look, Yuluo began to float forward.

The almost transparent white shadow drifted towards the monastery from the bushes at night, and it looked very cautious in the middle of the night.

Tang Wule couldn't help shivering.

"Amitabha..." Halfway through the recitation of the Buddha's name, Tang Wule saw the wall of the temple, and his heart jumped: "You go back..."

Tang Wule's voice was too low, and Feng Yuluo couldn't hear it at all.

In the next moment, Tang Wule saw a golden light flashing on the wall of the temple.

The ghost that possessed him was not only unscathed, but also drove straight in.

"You can enter temples!" Tang Wule didn't know whether to be afraid or to be grateful: "If you can enter temples, you must be a good ghost, right?"

Apart from thinking this way, there is nothing to comfort Tang Wule.

The wind and rain floated forward, and when it was on the wall, it felt like it was stopped by something.

After that, there was no cover, and I even felt that my soul body seemed to be more solid.

When drifting towards Tang Wule's main hall, he could vaguely hear some children's cries.

In the main hall of Tianchi Temple, one can tell at a glance that something is wrong.

Except for a few long-burning lamps with sufficient oil, which were still on for the time being, even the candle lamps in front of the Buddha in the hall were burned to the end, and a column of candle tears was extinguished.

When I was outside the temple, I could only vaguely feel the smell of blood, but as soon as I entered the main hall, the smell of blood rushed to my face.

Feng Yuluo was almost choked, but luckily he was already in a soul body, so he didn't have to breathe.

If you look closely, the floor in the main hall of Tianchi Temple is a layer of blood that is either solidified or bright red.

A group of monks huddled behind the seat of the Buddha statue with fear on their faces.

There is a middle-aged scholar standing on the left side of the hall.

The other person, as Tang Wule said, was tall and strong, holding a woman in his hands, who was already dying.

"What, have you considered it?" The tall and strong middle-aged man said proudly: "As long as you admit to others that these people were killed by Wang Yifeng, the descendant of your Hongchen faction, I will let this little girl go. "

The middle-aged scholar didn't say a word, just glanced at the captured woman.

Instead, an old monk shrank under the seat of the Buddha statue and said angrily: "Even if this gentleman admits it in front of people, it is you, the butcher, who will go to hell after death!"

In the next second, a burst of red energy captured the old monk into the palm of the tall and strong man.

When Feng Yuluo saw that his face was full of flesh and only trembling, he knew that the old monk was not good.

Hearing him sternly shouted: "You bald donkey, do you have the guts to say it again?"

"It's you, the butcher, who will go to hell after death!" The old monk would rather die than be stubborn.

"Ah!" The old monk was slammed on the ground, screamed, and then fell silent.

Yu Luoluo was so startled that he backed away straight away, his soul and body were numb for a moment.

"Wang Lang, Xiaoyue's life is like rush grass, it's not worth mentioning, you leave me alone, you kill him!" Wen Xiaoyue struggled to squeeze out this soft voice from her throat.

It really is Wang Yifeng!

Xiao Sha slapped Wen Xiaoyue's shoulder with a slap, and heard a faint click, and Wen Xiaoyue screamed softly.

Feng Yuluo only hated that he was not on Xie Yunliu's body at this time, otherwise, he would chop you Xiao Sha to death with a sword in his hand.

Wang Yifeng tightened his palms and said, "If I admit it now, I'm afraid Xiaoyue will die in your hands immediately."

"Hmph, you saw through it!" Xiao Sha didn't feel the slightest embarrassment of being seen through, instead he laughed loudly: "If you know, so what?"

Wen Xiaoyue groaned and groaned: "Wang Lang, so many people have died, even if I die, it's not enough to save my life. You kill him!"

Xiao Sha said: "If he really has the ability to kill me, why wait until now?"

Wen Xiaoyue didn't make a sound for a long while, and suddenly let out a muffled snort, with blood overflowing from her lips.

"Xiaoyue!!" Wang Yifeng cried out sadly.

Xiao Sha glared, and lifted Wen Xiaoyue's chin with his fingers.

After probing for a while, he said: "This ordinary woman is really weak, even if she bites her tongue, she can't stop biting her tongue."

Wang Yifeng couldn't hold back any longer, he waved his palms to attack Xiao Sha.

Xiao Sha threw himself into a long smile: "Good junior brother, it should have been like this long ago."

But he raised his hand, grabbed two more monks, and met Wang Yifeng's attacking palm.

The wind and rain fell into the soul body, and the Huajian Youxin method rolled and moved, but unfortunately, as a soul body, he couldn't mobilize half of his strength.

Tang Wule felt bad when he heard several screams coming from the temple.

Thinking of the ghost that had already entered, I was still a little worried about that ghost.

In the next second, I heard the sound of wind coming from the forest, and in the next second, the ghost said, "Lend me your body!"

"What? How can I borrow it?" Tang Wule felt out of control before he could ask clearly.

He watched his body rise up lightly, there was inner energy coming from nowhere, filling the meridians, and carrying him to escape into the temple.

"Hey! Didn't you say you couldn't win?!" Tang Wule probably knew that he would be killed by this ghost!

"You can't win!" Feng Yuluo responded, and shot the crossbow and arrow in Tang Wule's hand against the tree with a "duh".

When passing by that tree, he threw the Thousand Machine Crossbow under the tree, pulled up the crossbow on the tree, and the arrow flew away.

I go!The crossbow arrow that was shot halfway in was pulled out by this ghost lightly?

Tang Wule was dumbfounded.

The next moment, he was even more stunned.

In the main hall of Tianchi Temple, the palm wind is like thunder.

Following Wang Yifeng's offensive, another monk was arrested from the main hall.

Perhaps because of Wen Xiaoyue's spirit of self-sacrifice, an old monk was arrested and brave enough to die. He shouted to Wang Yifeng, "Don't worry about us, Mr. Wang Lang, just kill this butcher!"

Is there anyone in this world who is not afraid of death? !

Using Tang Wule's body, Feng Yuluo attacked the acupoint with his hand.

Xiao Sha felt the energy in his body stagnate suddenly.

Wang Yifeng staggered away from the old monk, and slapped Xiao Sha with a "bang".

Then Xiao Sha felt a numbness in his wrist, and Wen Xiaoyue, who had been dragged by him as a hostage, was also dragged away.

Feng Yuluo stuffed Wen Xiaoyue into the hands of the monk behind him, and shouted, "Go!"

Wang Yifeng didn't know where this Tang Sect disciple came from, but this method was not like a Tang Sect disciple.

But since they came to help him, they concentrated on attacking Xiao Sha.

Without Wen Xiaoyue in Xiao Sha's hand, he opened his palms wide and closed to face Wang Yifeng and Yu Luo.

After all, it wasn't her own body, and Tang Wule was a member of the Tang Sect, just like Fang Biling, she didn't have any internal strength to borrow.

Feng Yuluo used Chunni's vigor to avoid most of the damage, but he was slapped with a palm.

"Pfft..." A mouthful of blood spewed out from Tang Wule's mouth.

It was probably because the soul and body were not solid enough, and the pain that Feng Yuluo felt was not sure.

Tang Wule only felt a sharp pain in his chest. Seeing the wind and rain falling, he wanted to go up and fight desperately, and hurriedly said: "I...I'll tell you, there is poison. Medicine in my arms, you put the crossbow. Arrows in it to soak some!"

Feng Yuluo complied, and the arrow was taken out from his arms again, glowing with a blue light.

When Xiao Sha saw it, fear appeared on his face.

"Also... there is still the Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needle on the left wrist!" Tang Wule clearly explained the life-saving mechanism on his body for his own sake.

Feng Yuluo wiped the blood from his mouth, and then used crossbow and arrows to attack Xiao Sha again.

Wang Yifeng fought against Xiao Sha alone with his own strength, so naturally he couldn't help Xiao Sha.

Wen Xiaoyue was almost killed, but now he turned his grief and anger into combat strength, and with the help of Feng Yuluo, he had an advantage.

In the blink of an eye, the three of them had passed dozens of moves.

Probably the soul and body were too weak, and Feng Yuluo already felt powerless.

Tang Wule was the first to notice something was wrong: "Can you do it?"

"Shut up!" Feng Yuluo had never seen a pig teammate like Tang Wule: "Are you the only one who can hear you?"

Xiao Sha really looked sideways at Tang Wule, with murderous intent in his eyes.

Feng Yuluo was vigilant in his heart, ready to run away at any time when he assisted in the attack.

Xiao Sha and Wang Yifeng fought together, suddenly waved his hand in the air, and attacked Tang Wule directly.

"Storm storm..." Tang Wule wanted to call Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needle.

Feng Yuluo waved the crossbow in his hand like a dragon, and a jade stone burst out.

A streak of black energy shot straight towards Xiao Sha like a dragon.

Xiao Sha's figure froze, and blood overflowed from his lips.

Taking advantage of Xiao Sha's stagnation, Wang Yifeng slapped Xiao Sha behind him.

Taking advantage of this momentum, Xiao Sha slammed towards Tang Wule with bloody vigor.

"Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needle!" Tang Wule yelled.

Suddenly, Feng Yuluo was blessed to his heart and found the mechanism hidden as cufflinks.

An overwhelming array of hidden weapons struck Xiao Sha in front of him, and there was a heavy sound of "duh", hidden in the sound of "咻", hitting Xiao Sha's heart.

Xiao Sha flickered, his seven orifices were bleeding, his red eyes looked at his heart in disbelief.

After the huge body stopped for a step, it landed in front of Tang Wule with a "bang".

Feng Yuluo shrank back in fright, and Tang Wule also felt his whole body go limp.

He has always done what he can, and this is the first time he has faced this kind of martial arts senior with such a powerful and overwhelming inner strength.

I don't know where his possessed soul came from, it's all a soul body, but he still possesses martial arts.

Xiao Sha fell to the ground, and Yu Luo still couldn't believe it: "He's dead?"

Wang Yifeng was not as polite as him.

Although he was dressed as a scholar, he had a cold and stern face at this moment, and turned over Xiao Sha who was dead on the ground.

Xiao Sha was hit by the Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needle in the front, and his chest was shot into a sieve.

Tang Wuxun, the poisonous son, was his older brother, and Tang Wule's Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needle had never been a prime-storm Pear Blossom Needle.

At this time, the blood seeping from Xiao Sha's chest was all blue-black bloodstains.

"Dead." Wang Yifeng said calmly.

Hearing the wind and rain, I felt dizzy for a while.

Tang Wule felt dizzy for a while, but after holding on, he realized that the dizziness did not come from him: "Hey!"

Wang Yifeng looked at the disciples of the Tang Sect who were always talking to himself, cupped his hands and said, "Wang Yifeng, may I ask you what your name is?"

Tang Wule supported his head, and shouted again in a panic: "Hello!"

No movement!

Tang Wule turned around anxiously, and impatiently responded to Wang Yifeng: "I didn't save it!! Those old monks, where did they go?!"

Wang Yifeng of Tianchi Temple had come here twice with Wen Xiaoyue, and happened to be looking for Wen Xiaoyue too.

"Tang Shaoxia, please." Wang Yifeng signaled.

At the same time, Fang Biling felt a pain in her stomach.

Xie Yunliu, who was far away on Izumo Island, also woke up suddenly from his sleep, clutching his heart with palpitations.

The author has something to say: hey~

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Feng Yuluo (to Tang Wule): a master of drama.

Tang Wule: ...

Yuluo (to Tang Wule): Pig teammate.

Tang Wule: ...

Wang Yifeng (to Tang Wule): Talk to yourself.

Tang Wule: I'm not, I don't have this blame, I won't carry it!