This is the most brilliant fireworks I have ever seen. It uses blood and flesh, soul and faith to create the most magnificent picture.

With the dedication and sacrifice of one person after another, the giant hand of the abyss that stretched out from nowhere was actually blocked in the gap, and then the flesh and blood turned into a solidified crystal, sealing it firmly,

I could even see a huge "卍" character on it,

Eighteen explosions sounded, and eighteen people died.

These old monks are the foundation of the Hanging Temple. No one knows how many methods the Hanging Temple have passed on, but at this moment, they offer their lives without hesitation.

Bang……

After the last explosion, there was a slimy blood in the hall, and blood was soaked everywhere. On the walls, pillars, and people's bodies, there were sputtering blood everywhere.

And after a second, countless flesh and blood were controlled by the Yellow River Master and integrated into the huge "卍",

At this time, Master Huanghe plopped and fell to his knees on the ground.

I was shocked and thought he could not do it anymore. I did not stand at the door to stop people, but rushed forward and wanted to support him. However, at this time the little monk Baoshan beside Master Huanghe shouted to me: "Uncle Grand Master asked you to go to the Grand Palace and be sure to keep the black relics."

I was surprised and said how Master Huanghe was in good health.

Baoshan replied: "The Grand Master has entered into meditation. He is communicating with me and sealing the evil ghost's door. There is no need to worry," Hey! Yan! Brother

It's OK,

I looked around and greeted, "Old ghost, let's go,"

The old ghost also looked around and said to me: "Leave Yun Moqian here and guard the Master of the Yellow River and others, so as not to kill someone and take him back and take him to a nest."

I agreed with him, and the two of them ran quickly outside and came to a stone staircase in front of the hall.

This place is connected to many buildings on the Hanging Temple, with only a three-meter-wide plank road. However, as early as the time has just happened, the plank road has been destroyed, and only a few stone structures are still preserved, while the others are all trapped in a sea of ​​fire.

These protruding points are seven or eight meters apart, and there is no way to pass through them normally with force.

We have to rely on the fulcrum of the mountain wall,

We rushed closer and saw the evil Rakshasa ghosts who had just escaped from our siege so hard that they had risen up without any obstacles and escaped into the Hanging Temple against gravity. We couldn't help but take a deep breath.

The battle is not over, and a greater crisis is waiting for us,

what to do,

Lao Gui and I stopped, and at this time, there were more than ten monks rushing to the side, including the old man with white eyebrows in his fifties and sixties, and the young man with a little fluff on his lips, saying to us: "I am Faxi..."

"I'm a vali..."

"I Baozhi..."

"I Baoyong..."

"I, Morigen..."

"I, Mongendurak..."

Everyone shouted together: "I wish to devote my life and death to the Hanging Temple and prove the truth through my own life and death,"

To prove the truth through one's own body,

Among these people, some were trusted by the Abbot, some were excluded by Fajiang, some were from Mingjing Pavilion, and some were from other temples... But at the moment of life and death in the Hanging Temple, they stood up without hesitation.

After saying that, they rushed directly to the fire bridge ahead without waiting for us to go first.

They jumped into the air, kicked their feet on the mountain wall a few times, landed on the node, and then climbed the rock before,

Some people cannot achieve their cultivation level at all, and they fall directly to the bottom of the cliff with a slight difference.

But no one shouted during the fall.

They are afraid that the fear in their hearts will be transmitted to others, and choose to sublimate their souls in fear and die quietly.

I saw my companion fall off the cliff, but the people behind me were not afraid.

They bravely move forward, chat and laugh to die,

I went to the temple with great pride and looked at death as if I was home.

At that moment, although I was not from the Hanging Temple and even didn't like it so much, I suddenly felt a lot of touch.

You can disagree with the Hanging Temple, but you can't ignore it,

Nothing else, just because there are such a group of people from the Hanging Temple with persistence and courage.

After rushing out four or five people, Lao Gui and I moved.

Compared to these monks who have survived a lot of battles, the old ghost and I, who have experienced the return of the European gilded journey, seemed much easier. I also needed to jump forward with the help of a three-bit node, but the old ghost guy went directly to the eaves and walls, walking like flying on the mountain wall.

Although we set out a little late, we arrived at the first temple.

As soon as I fell down, I saw the old ghost stretching out the claws of Lilong and grab a jade-faced Rakshasa who was trying to stop us.

The woman was beautiful, her eyes were dark blue like the ocean. However, with force, her skin, like white snow cream, instantly turned white, and then she opened rows of fine Mili, and wanted to bite the old ghost.

Although these jade-faced Rakshasa look similar to human beauties, they are actually two completely different species.

Their blood is indigo blue.

Some are purple and blue,

Different,

Not only are the blood different, these evil ghosts of Rakshasa are also like beasts. Apart from the cheers of "Ashahe" to the two horned Rakshasa just now, they are basically roaring like beasts.

I still have some mercy on my face, but the old ghost never cares.

He is a blood clan and is used to seeing guys with different appearances. He seems to be somewhat affected by Cappadocian bloodline, and he is a little cruel and ruthless.

He pinched the dragon claws and pinched the head off.

After the evil Rakshasa ghost dies, a light gray dead aura will drift away. These are the spiritual will that maintain their existence, just like the soul of a human being. When I get close, I am absorbed by the blood knife.

The two of them were down-to-earth and looked around. There were burning flames everywhere. The fire seemed to swallow everything.

Where is the Main Hall?

We were a little confused and didn't know the way. At this time, a short and strong monk also jumped over from there. Seeing us stopping, he guessed our problem. Without hesitation, he shouted loudly: "Come with me,"

We followed this monk who claimed the Dharma name "Fa Liu" and rushed forward. He rushed left and right along the way, killed four or five evil Rakshasa ghosts, and beat three or two guys who were confused by Fajiang to stop us. Suddenly, a huge Buddhist temple embedded in the mountain appeared in front of him.

The marble steps in front of them are eighteen levels, and the tall temples are attached to the mountain, as if they are miraculous.

The Hanging Temple is full of flames, but there is no trace of fire here.

There is a faint power inside that protects the main body of the building.

When we rushed to the front of the hall, we saw a confrontation at the entrance of the hall. Faliu was anxious and rushed to the entrance of the hall quickly. I suddenly saw a floating afterimage appearing from the darkness. I was shocked and shouted: "Be careful,"

As soon as he finished speaking, a man's head suddenly flew up.

The Faliu, who brought us along the way, died without warning, and his blood was sprayed in the sky. After his head fell to the ground, he fell down the steps.

ah,

The moment I saw this miserable scene, my blood seemed to burn instantly, and my anger filled my chest, giving me a violent urge to kill.

I was extremely angry, but the old ghost was even more radical. He was like an illusion and rushed directly to the temple.

clang,

The two sides suddenly made a move, and the black shadow fell towards the closed door, and then the next second it fell into darkness again.

Did it disappear out of thin air?

I followed the old ghost to the platform in front of the main hall, and saw the door closed with golden light floating on it, and the surroundings were silent, as if nothing had happened.

However, the headless corpse lying on the ground and the blood that was squirting out, proved that everything that happened just now was not false.

Neither I nor the old ghost came to the gate rashly.

Because we felt a little weird

The door is closed, why,

The old ghost turned around in surprise, and suddenly blinked his eyes when he looked at me.

Logically, he shouldn't look back.

Although the black shadow who had just killed Faliu disappeared and disappeared in the darkness, you cannot regard him as non-existence. It is actually not wise to expose your back to others in this way.

But the reason why the old ghost is like this is because he is luring the enemy.

He is betting on the other party's intention to kill,

Between his reaction,

Swish,

Just as the old ghost turned around and blinked, another wave of images floated in the air. A man with naked upper body and white and gray patterns appeared from the transparent space. In his hand, a scimitar that was so black that it could blend into the night.

The knife is very curved, like the moon,

However, the moment this guy emerged, the old ghost took action.

To be precise, it should be the foot. He suddenly turned around and whipped his legs, kicking the man's waist from the side with lightning speed.

This guy's body is very soft. Even if he is kicked, he can turn around in the air. He turns over and pulls his hand into the void and turns into darkness again.

However, at this critical moment, my Yixian Sword reached his heart.

In fact, the moment the old ghost blinked, I broke out the knife.

puff,

Blood suddenly appeared in the air. The man had no ability to fight back and fell to the ground without any rest. The old ghost and I rushed to the front of us the next second, but saw this man holding a knife in his right hand, and there was a piece of soft silk on his left hand.

This silk is transparent, but it covers his lower body, but it can hide his body.

A magic weapon that can be invisible,

I looked at the old ghost and suddenly, four sharp sword winds appeared around me. Mobile phone users, please visit http://m.piaotian.net
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