"Evil, you must die a good death!" The young man was covered in blood, but was still cursing.

The companions around him were different. They fainted and the sober sneered repeatedly.

"Luo Bin! You are boasting about how great your sword skills are, but you can't even defeat the Master of the Holy Lotus Altar?"

"Those who deceive the world and steal the reputation!"

The young man named Luo Bin was extremely angry when he heard this, but when he thought that he was indeed defeated in one move, he couldn't help but wonder. Is his martial arts really easy? Did the swordsmen he defeated before have nothing to do with reputation?

The Master of the Holy Lotus Altar was very disdainful when he heard the group of people scolding each other. He picked up Luo Bin's sword, looked carefully, and smiled sinisterly: "Jin Feng Sword, it turns out that it is the successor of the old Taoist Jin Jian of Qingcheng Sect. It's really a enemy who is narrow."

Luo Bin was stunned and then saw the blue mole on the incense master's forehead.

The Holy Lotus Own Incense Master looks like a white-faced boy, but the blue mole on his forehead is very abrupt.

"You, you are... the green-faced ghost master of Youtu Sect!" Luo Bin was shocked and blurted out, "Youtu Sect has been destroyed for many years, so you are hiding here!"

The incense master threw the sword aside, grabbed Luo Bin's hair, and said with a strange smile: "Yes, I have anonymous name and defected to the Holy Lotus Altar. In order not to attract attention, I will only be a small incense master. In this way, there will always be a knight like you who, when he hears that he is just a incense master, come over to die in a hurry?"

After saying that, he slapped Luo Bin's dantian with a palm, and the latter vomited blood.

However, the Master of Incense grabbed Luo Bin's wrist and unscrupulously absorbed the disintegrating internal force.

"You disciples from famous and upright schools are really inferior to each generation, and their foundations are very frivolous."

The fragrant master sucked Luo Bin's internal force and threw him onto the firewood. It seemed that it was not enough, so he looked at the others again.

Everyone who came with Luo Bin was trembling, fearing that the devil would do anything to him.

However, the incense master looked down on them and turned to the steps and said to the town people: "They will pay ten times the amount of money they killed in the town! Those who were cut off their hands and feet with a knife cut their hands and feet into ten pieces. Those who have the dead in their homes can be dismembered. There is a real dragon under the throne of Ziweixing, and the dragon lives in the lake outside the town. This is the blessing of Qinghu Town!"

The town people were immediately excited. Xiangzhu said that Qinghu Town is different.

Dragon belongs to water, and water is the source of wealth. Qinghu Town was so wealthy, and it was all caused by the government and the unscrupulous businessmen, destroying the blessings of this place!

"Kill them, burn them to death! Eliminate the ominousness brought by evil spirits!"

Those townspeople who died of illness in their families were even louder and full of hatred.

The Master of Incense waved his hand slowly, his voice was not high, but it could make everyone hear it: "The Ziwei Star Lord is above, those who believe in the dragon live, and those who turn against the dragon die..."

The ground suddenly shook, and he stopped vigilantly and looked around.

The townspeople were excited but couldn't find out.

"Lotus Lord?" the members of the Holy Lotus Orb asked in confusion.

At this time, a burst of ashes rose from a distance, mixed with bricks and stones, as if someone was demolishing the house.

"What's going on?" Xiangzhu asked with a frown. He soon thought of two strange people who appeared in the morning.

Before the Holy Lotus Altar scholar could go over and check the situation, he saw the whirlwind flying sand and stones coming from east to west at an extremely fast speed, and in a blink of an eye, it passed half a circle in his field of vision.

"My house!" Some townsmen screamed and wanted to go back.

I heard a rumbling sound in my ears, as if there was water rushing endlessly.

The incense master's expression changed drastically, and he rushed into the air without saying a word, ready to run for his life.

He was good at light skills, and he was at the edge of the crowd. When he built this temple, he demolished many houses and opened many empty houses around him, so that the townspeople could eat and live together. After the epidemic, they were asked to go home. Now all these houses are gone, and the ground is sinking into holes.

In the smoke and dust, someone vaguely cut off the house and the ground with a palm across the sky, destroying the house and the ground like a dead body.

Water continues to flow out from the pit.

The incense master dared not look at it again. He was about to run away on the few remaining houses, but he met Mo Li.

"Get out!" The incense master was furious.

Mo Li refused to answer, and the two of them hurriedly met each other. The Master Xiang felt the blood surging in his chest and staggered out.

There was a strange blue color on Mo Li's palm.

Xiangzhu was shocked. Who is this person? How could he have such deep internal strength? When he saw something strange in Mo Li's hands, he immediately laughed: "Young man is looking for death! Let you taste the taste of bone-eroding poison!"

Mo Li shook her hand and chased after her like nothing happened.

The incense master was shocked and couldn't figure out what was going on. He hurriedly ran away with his internal injuries, and was caught up by Mo Li in a short while.

He threw out a hidden weapon and was avoided by Mo Li.

He pulled out the poison-tempering short knife and used his unique skills. However, in less than ten rounds, Mo Li twisted his wrist and fell heavily into the ruins.

Mo Li didn't give him any more chance to struggle, and directly broke the qi sea of ​​Xiangzhu's dantian with one palm, destroying his martial arts.

Chairman Xiang stopped, wrinkles suddenly appeared on his face, and he looked like he was twenty years older.

Mo Li picked up the person, lifted his breath and jumped to the roof, avoiding the area where Meng Qi demolished the house and destroyed the land, and went straight to the temple.

"Bang."

The incense master was thrown in front of the crowd, and he vomited blood and didn't get up for a long time.

The Holy Lotus Altar scholars and the townsmen were first frightened by the movements around them, and then they saw that the Master Xiang, who was protected by the Star Lord, was thrown back half-deadly. Even though they were angry, they could not help but take a step back in the face of the Mo Li falling from the sky.

They couldn't leave even if they wanted to, because the temple was surrounded by pits, underground undercurrents were chiseled out, and the water level soared. The entire Ziwei Star Lord Temple seemed to have become an isolated island, and it could not be crossed unless it could fly like the incense master or this strange evil god.

The townspeople were afraid, but Luo Bin and others were overjoyed.

"Sir, help me!"

"The Holy Lotus Altar is a waste of human life. If the people in this place are bewitched by it, they will die!"

Luo Bin struggled, pointed at the Master of Incense, and said with grief and anger: "This man was a remnant of Youtuo Sect many years ago. He threw himself into the Holy Lotus Altar, continued to harm the people, lured the righteous people in the martial arts world to take the bait, and took the opportunity to absorb internal force..."

"Where are the person from Qinghu Town you brought?" Mo Li interrupted him.

Luo Bin was stunned and looked at his companion, as if he had only then remembered the servant, and he immediately said angrily: "That servant must have run away when he saw that the situation was not good. We are kind-hearted and willing to avenge him, but he doesn't appreciate it!"

Mo Li looked at him steadily and reminded him, "Have he told you that the Master of the Holy Lotus Altar here is very skilled in martial arts, and the people of the townspeople believe in him without doubt. They cannot come in and die directly, but at least they must investigate?"

Luo Bin and others immediately stopped, and after a while someone said, "He is afraid of death... How can he believe what he says?"

"What about you now?" Mo Li didn't let them loose and just looked down at them.

Luo Bin was already full of anger because of his martial arts. Now that Mo Li said this, it seemed that this disaster was all his fault, and he couldn't hold back his face.

"I am the direct disciple of Jin Jian Zhenren of Qingcheng Sect. I am ordered by my master to go down the mountain to punish evil and eliminate violence. Who are you?"

Mo Li looked at him and thought to himself: "Since your martial arts have been destroyed, it's just right."

After saying that, Meng Qi also learned to be crazy. He raised his palm and poured tens of internal force into the temple gate. He then lifted the incense master with one hand and Luo Bin with the other, loosened the latter's rope and threw it into the hole.

"Fight." Mo Li said lightly, as if he would let go of anyone who wins.

The incense master was still thinking about the origin of the moli, but Luo Bin wanted to tear the incense master, and roared and pounced on him.

If your martial arts are lost, you can still know how to do it.

The two wrestled into a ball, the pit was narrow, rolling in mud, without any image.

Mo Li turned her head to look at the townspeople, and the eyes of these people were full of hostility.

Suddenly, the Holy Lotus Altar scholar called out Ziweixingjun's blessing, and rushed up with Luo Bin's sharp sword, and the townsmen immediately swung their batons with their swords.

This is true for these people. Even though they were a little afraid, they got together and rushed over with a leader, and they were no longer afraid of anything. It was not that they were not afraid of death, but that they did not believe that they would die and that others could kill them all.

Since you won’t die, of course you will die someone else.

Mo Li raised her hand and was about to lift them all out, but someone did it for her.

The members of the Holy Lotus Altar and the people of the town fell to the ground in a row, and they couldn't breathe after falling for a long time.

There was a person standing on the roof of the main hall of Xingjun Temple, with long hair rising in the wind, and his face was so bright that he looked like a god.

"It's Ziwei Star Lord, it must be the Star Lord!"

"Water is a dragon, and a real dragon is coming!"

Some other townsmen recognized that it seemed like the person who appeared in Qinghu Town with Mo Li in the morning. They looked hesitant and wanted to stop the people around them from cheering-

"boom!"

Meng Qi stepped on the roof and demolished the beam of the house, pushing down the statue of Ziwei Star Lord directly.

“…”

The shouts were heard, and the townspeople were full of fear, as if the disaster was about to come. Some people hugged their heads and kept wailing, and there were countless people kneeling on the ground and kowtowed to pray.

But nothing happened, the sky did not turn dark, the ground did not collapse, and the Star Lord did not furiously bring disasters.

Meng Qi kicked the statue again, and the statue rolled onto the steps in front of the temple. The townspeople were so shocked that they dodged.

"Whoever scolds this Ziweixingjun and steps them on, I will let him go." Meng Qi said lazily, "I will be satisfied with the scolding. If I am unhappy... you may not be afraid of death. I believe that you will be protected by Ziweixingjun after death, but I will let you die, just like your incense master."

Those people from the Jianghu who were tied to the side were happy to hear this and were about to speak.
Chapter completed!