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Chapter five hundred and fiftieth only death

This is not cowardice, but an instinct of human nature. The instinct of seeking profit and avoiding harm. As long as it is life, it will fear and retreat from dangerous instinct.

Of course, there were still those who stayed there. They stood at the intersection of Qingxu Temple, their eyes were red and they wanted to lose a gambler who was anxious. Qingyunzi was among them. He had enough, and he didn't want to run away. He watched his master die in front of him. But he ran to Qingxu Mountain like a dog from a stray family.

Yes, the so-called national teacher in China is here, still in seclusion, completely ignoring everything. As for me, I have completed what my master has assigned, and the only thing left is death.

"After the order of the Qingcheng Sect, my family is only dead in the morning, to avenge the master and to avenge the shame of Qingcheng Mountain!" Qingyunzi's hand holding the sword was trembling. At this moment, although he knew he was defeated, the aura of killing still made Qingyunzi's entire body boil.

"The only way to die is to avenge my shame!" Hearing Qingyunzi's roar, more people finally stayed, and they took out their own weapons, their eyes were red, and they repeated Qingyunzi's slogans, blocking the entrance of the road with their own body.

"God said there should be light, so there was light! God saw that the light was good, so he separated the light and darkness. There was day and night, and this was the first day." The sound of singing at the foot of the mountain had spread to the bottom of the mountain. Before the person could arrive, a powerful aura had already covered the heads of everyone. It was like a flood that could instantly flood.

"Uh, Amitabha! Who will go to hell if I don't go to hell?" Daolian chanted the Buddha's name for a long time, and stepped forward to walk to Qingyunzi's side.

"Monk, are you here too?" Qing Yunzi glanced at him and said calmly, his tone still a little surprised.

"Oh, I have cut off the Buddha's fate. Now, to be precise, I am a fake monk, and I only have a innocent heart! Since I want to stand, I can only die in battle!" Dao Lian said, his hands clenched his fists tightly, and his eyes gradually became red.

Shura Dao! What Dao Lian obtained after cutting off the Buddha's fate is Shura Dao! It is really a great irony to become a Buddha with one thought and a demon with one thought.

The Buddha closed his eyes and let the world go through vicissitudes. Shura was angry and exchanged blood for blood and could only die in battle!

"Aowu!" Just as the group of missionaries were hundreds of meters away from the mountain gate, a group of wild wolves roared throughout the valley. Then, dozens of burly men suddenly rushed out of the missionaries, and while running before, they pulled their robes apart, revealing their strong muscles.

The howling of a beast came out of his mouth, and his exposed skin began to grow thick mane. A face gradually began to grow sides until it turned into a terrified wolf's appearance, rushing towards him quickly on all sides.

"Werewolf is a werewolf!" Someone roared and reminded him, holding the weapon in his hand, rushed up to try to resist these guys who were neither human nor wolf.

Bang bang! Bang bang bang! With continuous impact, the dozens of werewolf were like dozens of galloping trucks. Any strand blocking their way and directly ran away.

"Uh Amitabha blessing! The way of heaven is not there, why do you think you are the master? Shura blood evil, just my great aura, kill me!" Daolian's eyes were red, and his black flames suddenly burned all over his body, like Shura demon god, had grown three meters out of thin air, and rushed towards the werewolf.

"Monk, have you cut off the Buddha's fate?" Qing Yunzi smiled slightly and blood rushed to his heart. He immediately felt extremely happy. He rushed up with a sword, and didn't even joke with Daolian. However, Qing Yunzi kept his face cold. Even if he wanted to make a joke for a little while, he would not have any laughter.

"Uh Amitabha! I'm used to it. I'm so happy to kill people and recite the Buddha's name!" Daolian replied casually, and punched him in front of him, and the werewolf that was coming out.

Boom! How can the power of the Heavenly Lord be a joke? Daolian's punch directly smashed the werewolf in front of the wolf pack into residue. The flesh and blood flew in the sky like raindrops and slowly fell.

"Qingcheng Xuanbing Sword Technique! One sword is soaring, two swords are heartbroken, and three swords are the ones who are in danger of resignation!" In contrast, Qing Yunzi's sword technique is extremely gentle, completely without the direct domineering aura he had when he stepped into Penglai Immortal Pavilion.

The silver sword light is like snowflakes falling in the sky. While people sigh at its beauty, they also feel the coldness and melancholy. The true meaning of Xuanbing Sword Technique is this.

The gorgeous sword light shuttled like a meat grinder and continued to move forward like a pack of wolfs moving forts.

Qingyunzi was at the same pace as Daolian for a moment, which immediately made the people following behind him excited and rushed forward. Even the people who had retreated forward with red eyes rushed forward.

Although Chinese men pay attention to etiquette and Confucianism, no one has blood and no one has that kind of fire in their hearts. If they kill, they can only kill them quickly!

"Well, I've tried too. The disciples of Qingxu Temple obeyed the orders. Except for protecting the national master in seclusion, I would give the rest to me!" Qingxuzi rushed to the crown with anger, waved the long sword in his hand, and shouted with red eyes. He had wanted to rush forward long ago!

What's scary about death? What's scary is that you are the only one who dies! What's the point of living is that others die for you, but you want to live a life of silence. Not being able to resist is humiliation and great pain! Only one death is to kill!

"Squeak squeak!" The wolves were quickly dispersed, and most of them were killed. Just as the Xuan Cultivator was about to rush into the group of damn missionaries, a noisy sound suddenly came from the sky. Hundreds of millions of bats squeaked over and covered the sunlight directly.

Qingxu Mountain is as if it has entered the night ahead of schedule!

Ah! The screams continued, and the bats in the sky rushed towards the crowd with red eyes! For a moment, more than one hundred people were injured, and the momentum of the metaphysicians' charge was stuttered.

"Ah!" Daolian roared, and his hands hit his chest, opened his mouth, and a black flame erupted out. Huh, a sound of heavy objects falling to the ground sounded. The bats were actually real bats, but thin skinny humans, wrapped in black flames, howling on the ground!

The vampires in the West! They are actually vampires. In Western legends, these creatures led by Satan and belong to the dark system actually came with these missionaries.

Light, darkness! It sounds so nice. In fact, light and darkness are one and have never been separated. The so-called God is a charlatan, a charlatan that deceives all the world.

Daolian turned his head and looked at Qingxu Temple. At this moment, he was still covered in bruises, and there were many corpses of fellow Taoists lying under his feet. Daolian could not count them.

His eyes were very red, as if blood was surging and boiling! But there was also a hint of nostalgia.

"Boss! Daolian is going to take the lead! The days with you are so happy, mom!" Daolian's roar shocked Qingxu Mountain, and his voice was like a bell, like a demon god in hell.

When Daoli turned around again, he saw a huge chasm carrying the missionary. There were five expressionless people sitting on it, and those should be the core figures of the missionary. As long as they could be killed, everything should be over! At least, it is over here.

"Roar          !" Daolian roared angrily, and only the five people in front were left in his red eyes. He stepped forward and suddenly sent him out.

Bang! With a muffled sound, Qing Yunzi, who was blocking in front, was suddenly slapped away by Daolian. Unpredictable, a mouthful of blood sprayed out with an arc drawn in the air.

Qingyunzi was very indignant. When he looked at the person who was sneaking attack on him behind his back with resentment, he suddenly felt very sad!

It was not others who seriously injured himself, but Daolian! The Shura fire on Daolian's body became even more vigorous, his eyes turned red, and his body became larger and larger to a distance of five meters. While pushing forward regardless of the enemy, he roared and moved forward firmly.

Qing Yunzi understood that Daolian was burning his own vitality, and even his soul was burning, just to take the other party's head in the rushing of thousands of troops. At this time, Daolian had already lost his rationality, and what he had was the instinct of killing. His only reason was the five people crushed on the car. When the soul was burned out and the body was burned out, a Heavenly Lord would die.

"Can you succeed? Bastard! Why is it you? Why did you make me feel humiliated!" Qing Yunzi lay on the ground, motionless, not that she didn't want to move, but that she couldn't move! Daolian's blow had caused Qing Yunzi to break his tendons and even his internal organs to break.

Qing Yunzi could only watch once again. There was no way to go forward. He couldn't even go forward. He couldn't even die. The only thing he could do was watch Daolian, rush forward, move forward, and keep moving forward. At this moment, Daolian, who likes to rob and cause trouble, and who likes to bully the weak and fear the strong, Daolian, who has always been looking down on him, suddenly became tall. The tall made Qing Yunzi's back full of unwillingness and guilt, and the tall made Qing Yunzi feel that he was a coward who could not do anything. They could only watch their fellow practitioners fight and watch them fall under their feet one by one.

Kill! A Taoist priest in blue waving his long sword. Although he only had the cultivation level of a fourth-grade Xuan Master, he still rushed forward fearlessly, allowing him to bite countless blood holes on his body one by one. However, he was still unprecedented.
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