Please calm down your anger

Chapter 376 Supernatural Powers Suppress Evils, Spirit Cicada Plants Buddha Heart
Montenegro?
Wang Xuan was a little surprised, when the bloody robbers were raging in Bingzhou, there were also various organizations in many places in Dayan at the same time, and the Black Mountain Sect was one of them.

This cult is mostly active among the people in the Tongzhou area, bewitching people to worship evil gods, and committing many heinous murders.

Even Sumeru Sect, who has never caused troubles, was aroused by Vajra's wrath, and has been strictly investigated in the whole Tongzhou for a long time.

The meat Tai Sui incident was exposed, the witchcraft was investigated, and Emperor Wei You was forced out. I thought this cult had disappeared, but I never thought it would appear again at this time...

Among the dozen or so people, there were actually three masters of refining qi and transforming gods.

"Where is the wild boy!"

An angry shout came from among the Montenegrin believers.

The person who spoke was a great monk, his muscles were knotted, his breasts were exposed, his tattoos were all kinds of beauties and ghosts, slowly walking under his skin, it was extremely weird.

Before the words were finished, the monk came through the sky, and with his big hand like a plow, he pointed towards Wang Xuan's eyebrows with his charming fingers.

Lifting the weight so lightly, it seems that it can't be avoided at all.

Into the micro realm!

Or a martial arts master?
Wang Xuan was a little surprised.

In martial arts, painstaking effort, hard training, and understanding are all indispensable, and most people have difficulty in getting the most out of it throughout their lives.

Once the monks practice Qi, they mostly use secret techniques and magical weapons to fight against the enemy. It is more enjoyable to slash the enemy with flying swords, and few people study martial arts intensively.

This great monk is in the realm of refining qi to transform into gods, and he can also practice boxing to the smallest detail, which is very rare.

No wonder he dared to fight melee with his military monks.

"Good come!"

Wang Xuan was delighted to see the hunter, his left fist would not dodge or dodge, it roared out like a javelin.

A smile appeared on the corner of the monk's mouth, and between his fingers, a poisonous needle suddenly appeared, with a faint green light flickering...

Nianhua floating fragrance, poisonous needle hidden!
Wang Xuan let out a cold snort, and shook his right hand at the same time, Fang Tian's painted halberd circled behind him, and flew out from under his left armpit...

Youlong's killer move, virtual punches and real guns!

The monk seemed to be brave, but in reality he was sinister. He had deceived countless martial arts masters with this trick, but he didn't think that Wang Xuan, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, would be no better than that.

what--!
Accompanied by a shrill scream, half of the arm flew out.

After all, it was one inch long and one inch strong. Although the monk tried his best to avoid it, he was still seriously injured.

But this monk is also fierce. After being injured, he didn't retreat but advanced. He pinched the formula with his left hand and slapped him suddenly.

Wang Xuan clenched his fist at the same time and shook his right arm.

boom!
The fists and palms intersected, and the air wave exploded.

Wang Xuan took a step back, while the monk's left arm was shattered, and he flew out in a whirl, leaving long traces on the snow.

However, Wang Xuan didn't pursue, but frowned slightly and looked at his right fist.

His complexion was dull, and there was a hint of tingling pain.

At the same time, the surrounding wind was whistling, and several ghosts with disheveled hair and clothes were circling back and forth, making seductive groans.

"Hahaha…"

The monk stood up, with a fierce look on his face, and laughed like a night owl, "Down! Down!"

Wang Xuan looked at it coldly.

The Taiyin Xuansha was running, golden light radiated from his body, the black, foul-smelling poisonous mist overflowed from his fists, and the surrounding ghosts screamed and dissipated with white smoke.

"impossible!"

The monk's face was full of disbelief.

A staff member at the rear who looked like a spirit refining god seemed to have thought of something, and shouted angrily: "Idiot, he is Bingzhou Emperor Xuan, let's go together..."

As soon as the words fell, Wang Xuan waved his hand casually, and five golden pills flew out, turning into a golden armored general in mid-air.

boom!
In an instant, the entire small courtyard was filled with evil energy.

Wang Xuan has other important matters and has no time to play with them.

"Scattering beans into soldiers..."

The faces of the Montenegrin disciples suddenly changed, and the outside-looking master and another Taoist immediately took out a black statue from their arms.

Squeeze the tactic, and the body instantly disappears into the ground.

Apotheosis? !

Finally, Wang Xuan's complexion changed slightly. These people were able to use the statue of the evil god to cast spells. It was obvious that they had combined the worship of the evil god with the art of enshrining the gods.

The speed is fast, not weaker than Tai Yijiao's "Earth Hidden Talisman".

The monk also clenched his teeth, trying to force the statue in his arms to jump out, but in the end he was a step too slow, and was held down by two generals, who dragged the statue away.

The rest of the believers who were of average cultivation level obviously had no statues, and after being crushed to death by the god general, they knelt on the ground obediently and did not dare to resist.

"Thank you Wang benefactor..."

The old monk holding the Zen staff finally breathed a sigh of relief. After pulling out the magic staff weapon, his body went limp and he almost fell to the ground.

There are dense age spots on the face,
There is also a deathly qi flowing from my body...

Wang Xuan shook his head slightly, this old monk has already exhausted his energy and blood, and now he has exhausted his vital energy, he probably won't live for three days.

"Zen Master Huiyuan..."

Chen Qiong quickly stepped forward to help him up, and said in a deep voice, "Why did these remnants of the Black Mountain Sect raid Guangde Yuan?"

"I don't know either."

The old monk smiled bitterly and said: "These people first used poison to sneak attack, and then killed them, but they didn't mention the reason at all."

Chen Qiong nodded and said: "I will talk about these later, I will detoxify you first."

The old monk said weakly: "There are silver needles and detoxification pills in the wing room..."

After Chen Qiong was busy, Wang Xuan also took out a few Taiyi Sect poison amulets on his body, then looked at the monk, and said coldly: "Tell me, why did you sneak attack here?"

The monk grinned grimly and remained silent.

Wang Xuan nodded slightly and said: "Very good, I like tough bones, hit!"

With an order, the Golden Armored God will immediately strike, crushing the monk's muscles and bones, starting from the feet, inch by inch.

The screams continued, and the faces of the surrounding Black Mountain cultists were pale.

Wang Xuan didn't care about it either, and took back two Dao weapon pills on his own. With his current cultivation, as long as it wasn't a fierce battle, he didn't need to use the dragon and tiger seals, and he could maintain three Dao soldiers for a long time.

Seeing Wang Xuan's calm expression, the monk finally knew that he had encountered a ruthless stubble, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, I say, as long as you can let it go..."

"Kill him!"

Wang Xuan waved his hands boredly.

He has no interest in any conspiracy of the Black Mountain Cult, he just asked casually.

This evil cultivator wanted to negotiate terms, but he found the wrong person.

The monk was stunned, and before he could react, he was punched in the head by the Jinjia God, and his soul was completely wiped out.

Wang Xuan stretched out his hand and made a move, and the black statue rose into the air and landed in his hand.

I saw that this god statue was carved with evil gods. It was a bearded villain with bared fangs, and was covered in iron armor. There was a circle on the back symbolizing aura, but inside were strange beast pupils.

"This is True Monarch Black Stone..."

Zen Master Huiyuan came over at some point, shook his head and said, "The people of Sumeru Sect have found out the origin of this beast. It was an earth immortal in the Great Chu Dynasty. He called himself True Monarch Black Stone. After being killed by the Sky Patrol Army, it was buried in the Demon Sealing Tower."

"The people of the Black Mountain Sect will open the Demon Sealing Tower at some point, and worship the remnant soul of True Monarch Blackstone to form the Black Mountain Sect..."

"Oh I got it."

Wang Xuan lost interest, and immediately noticed the old Zen master's words, "Didn't the Zen master come from the Sumeru sect?"

Zen Master Huiyuan made a Buddha ceremony and said with a smile: "I come from the Southern Jin Ling Zen sect. I have been waiting for a few benefactors for a long time."

After finishing speaking, he looked at the ugly Buddha with a silly face.

Wang Xuan's eyes became serious.

He could feel that this Zen Master Huiyuan was exuding a strange fluctuation, without any real qi emerging, as if it came from the soul.

Chou Fo'er also seemed to be aware of it, looking at the old Zen master's calm eyes, scratching his head for a while, scratching his body for a while, feeling uneasy.

"Infinite waves, all five aggregates are empty..."

Zen Master Huiyuan suddenly stood on the spot, bowed his head and turned the rosary in his hand, reciting Buddhist scriptures.

The voice is melodious, like a bell in the morning and a drum in the evening, but it is clear and empty, with a calming power.

The surroundings became quiet, even those Black Mountain believers bowed their heads in silence, and some even began to sob.

Under the bright moon, the old monk Lixue chanted scriptures.

In the night, only the mountain wind howled.

Wang Xuan was a little confused, so he only knew that the Southern Jin Lingchan Temple worshiped the Infinite Wheel Buddha, and he had no idea about this system.

Looking at the people around him, even Chou Fo'er and Chen Qiong seemed to be immersed in the Buddhist scriptures, Wang Xuan couldn't help feeling helpless.

Could it be that it's difficult for me to kill embryos?

At this moment, Chou Fo'er felt something strange, his eyes seemed to recover a little bit of clarity, and he began to cry in pain while holding his head...

"Idiot, there is nothing else in the heart, where is the dust!"

With a smile on his face, Zen Master Huiyuan stretched out his finger in front of him, and suddenly a ball of silver aura flew out and fell into the center of Chou Fo'er's eyebrows.

Chou Fo'er rolled his eyes white, his huge body made a bang, and fell straight to the ground.

Wang Xuan could see clearly, that bit of aura was clearly a small cicada shadow.

Looking at Wang Xuan and Chen Qiong's worried eyes, Zen Master Huiyuan smiled and said: "It's okay, I have already taught him the spirit cicada formula."

"The eight-treasure glazed body of my spiritual Zen sect and the Lingchan Jue are easy to learn but difficult to master, and it is difficult to achieve it without a great opportunity and perseverance."

"After being injured, this son's heart was pure, and he had no intention of cultivating the seven treasures glazed body to be pure and thorough. The filth covered his heart, and he conceived a trace of spiritual accumulation. Only when the spirit cicada formula breaks through the ground, the filth will be eliminated by itself, and even reach the state of transforming gods."

"After going through all kinds of tribulations, he finally attained the true fruit of Nirvana. From now on, I'm afraid that this son will be able to achieve the Buddha's Vajra Realm, which is what you call an Earth Immortal."

"Ugly Foer, Ugly Foer... The senior brother who adopted this son, I am afraid that he has already expected today, so good..."

After hearing this, Wang Xuan heaved a sigh of relief.

Chen Qiong also looked joyful, and quickly cupped her hands: "Thank you Zen master."

Zen Master Huiyuan smiled slightly, clasped his hands together, closed his eyes, his qi breath gradually dimmed, and passed away completely.

Wang Xuan's eyes darkened, and he shook his head slightly.

The old monk was already exhausted, and it was difficult for him to persevere after he achieved the Ugly Buddha with the secret method.

Although he didn't say a few words during the meeting, he saved the monks with his own efforts and was indifferent in the face of death. He is indeed a great monk.

The detoxified monks in the courtyard also bowed their heads and chanted scriptures one after another, and several people carefully removed Zen Master Huiyuan's body.

Wang Xuan vaguely smelled a scent of sandalwood, and knew that not only would the eminent monk's corpse not turn into evil spirits, but it would also be able to suppress ghosts after being buried in the pagoda.

"I said, I said!"

On the ground, a Black Mountain cultist who looked like a waiter suddenly scrambled and scrambled, and kowtowed in front of Wang Xuan, "I'm willing to say, I just want my lord to kill a villain. I'm all alone."

"The reason we came here today is to take a magic-suppressing pestle from the Guangde courtyard, and to suppress a turtle demon Lipo in the river."

"As for that villain, his name is Bu Laoseng, he is the deputy leader of my Black Mountain Sect, and he is hiding at the Eight Kings Ferry right now..."

An old monk of Guangde Academy said in astonishment: "You guys are talking nonsense. The courtyard has never heard of any treasures. If there is such a thing, it should be sent to Mount Sumeru. How could it be left behind and become a source of disaster?"

The second disciple in the shop hurriedly said: "The little one once heard from Li Xiangzhu that the things are in the Buddha statue in the main hall, and they were left by an eminent monk in the Wei Dynasty."

Wang Xuan narrowed his eyes slightly, "What is the purpose of suppressing and killing the turtle demon Lipo?"

The waiter trembled and said: "I don't know, I don't know. There was someone who asked too much, but was killed by the old monk on the spot. No one dared to ask more."

At this moment, a falcon descended from the sky.

Wang Xuan's heart trembled, there are evil spirits hiding in the Eight Kings Ferry, could something have happened?

He hastily opened the falcon secret letter, frowning slightly.

Chen Qiong asked worriedly: "Brother Wang, what happened?"

"Something happened at Black Pine Ridge..."

Wang Xuan was a little speechless, "But what happened was not the government army, but the Luo family and the disciples of the Four Seas Clan who were bought, and they were killed completely."

Chen Qiong was a little confused, "How could this be?"

Wang Xuan looked at the direction of the ferry and snorted coldly: "It wasn't a big deal in the first place, but now it seems that someone wants to fish in troubled waters..."

(End of this chapter)