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Chapter 662: The Ten Thousand Poison Sect Attacks (One hundred and fifty monthly tickets will be added!)
  "The beauty grows old, the years change, the love lingers, and I miss you!" With the dagger in his hand, the man in purple, Qin Wuyan, the next head of the Wandu Sect who has already been appointed, let out a clear drink from his mouth, and boundless light condensed in On the dagger, it turned into a lightning bolt.

Lightning flashes completely filled the eyes of these young novice monks from Tianyin Temple who had just entered the temple. At this moment, their consciousness came to a standstill.

When Xiangsi's dagger fell, the group of monks were simultaneously hit by Qin Wuyan's demonic energy, and they all died under his dagger.

However, with Qin Wuyan's action, his originally well-hidden demonic energy leaked out and violently conflicted with the Buddha's light here.

There were countless monks in Tianyin Temple, and countless monks sensed a hint of demonic energy spreading in the void, and they all reacted.

"No, there's a demon!"

"How dare you, the evil bastard, to come here and act so arrogantly!"

"Brothers, the enemy is attacking!"

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Clear and clear shouts were heard one after another, and countless monks rushed out of the Zen room of Tianyin Temple, holding various weapons such as sticks and Zen staffs, and rushed in all directions.

Qin Wuyan's move was tantamount to igniting the signal to take action. In the dense forest surrounding Tianyin Temple, it was roughly estimated that there were at least hundreds of Ten Thousand Poison Sect disciples, who kept fighting out, and the void filled the air. A fishy smell.

Toads, centipedes, poisonous snakes, spiders, and scorpions, the most common five poisons, and even more terrifying strange poisons, appeared in dense numbers, attacking Tianyin Temple from all directions.

"Ah!" A monk who had just rushed out of the monastery accidentally stepped on a venomous rat that was at least half the size of an ordinary rat. The venomous rat bit the monk's feet in pain. Take a bite.

Following this, the monk's originally fair skin quickly turned dark. He only had time to scream, and countless pitch-black blood poured out of his seven orifices, and he fell to the sky.

And this kind of encounter is by no means an isolated case.

The Wan Du Sect is famous for its poisonous word, and its use of poison is famous for both good and evil, and its poisoning skills have long been superb.

If a member of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect inhales the fishy wind that spreads in the void, it will feel a little uncomfortable at best. On the contrary, if the monks of Tianyin Temple inhale it, people with advanced cultivation can still resist it. As for some disciples who have just started, they may even be poisoned to death on the spot.

Wan Du Sect launches a large-scale attack, and the leader, Master Puhong, and the elite of the sect are not around. Even though the huge Tianyin Temple has a large number of people, it is still vulnerable to the attacks of Wan Du Sect disciples.

At this moment, looking down from the sky, the entire Tianyin Temple was in chaos. The monks in Tianyin Temple were retreating steadily under the strange attacks of the demons from the Ten Thousand Poison Sect.

Qin Wuyan led a group of disciples to rush to the front. Using the Acacia-cutting dagger, combined with his cultivation for the first time in the sea of ​​​​consciousness, and the strange and unusual poison techniques, even the monks of the Tianyin Temple's generation died. In his hands.

Two of the four great disciples of the Fa Zi generation were lost in the Battle of the Death Swamp, and Fa Xiang was taken to the Qingyun Gate by Master Puhong.

As a result, there was only one Fahai left who could be Qin Wuyan's opponent. Unexpectedly, the group of monks never found this senior brother with an explosive temper!

"Amitabha!"

Just when Qin Wuyan led the demons in Wandu Sect to wreak havoc, the older generation of Tianyin Temple was finally alarmed. Among the group of monks, a tall monk with a thin face and a bit of anger in his eyebrows emerged.

With the sound of the Buddha's name, the mighty Buddha's light filled the air, and all the poisonous things that flew in the sky, ran on the ground, and even got into the ground were shocked to death in front of the monk.

It was like a bloody rain fell in the sky, and the stench of blood filled the air, making the demons of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect, who should have been accustomed to these smells long ago, unable to help but gag. Tianyin Temple’s secret knowledge: the wonderful truth of picking flowers!

The Buddha's name exudes a sense of compassion, as if the benevolent Buddha has descended into the mortal world and wants to save all living beings.

But for the demon, this magical truth of holding flowers is nothing more than poison. The offensive that was originally almost overwhelming under the leadership of Qin Wuyan could not help but pause under this wonderful truth of holding flowers.

The monks of Tianyin Temple, who were caught off guard by Wan Du Sect, also seized this opportunity to temporarily retreat and regroup.

"Tianyin Temple, Pufang?" Seeing how powerful this monk who suddenly came out was, Qin Wuyan's pupils tightened and he spoke word by word.

"Amitabha." The monk clasped his palms together and glanced at the originally pure and peaceful Tianyin Temple, only to see blood all around.

A trace of anger was released in his round eyes. When he raised his head again and faced Qin Wuyan, only a solemn and undisguised murderous intention remained. He said word by word: "The dagger that cuts off the love, the donor is the Poison God's sect." Qin Wuyan’s benefactor?”

Qin Wuyan laughed and said: "I didn't expect that Qin Wuyan still has some fame, even the master has heard about it."

There are four great monks in Tianyin Temple: Puhong, Puzhi, Pukong, and Pude. Among them, Puzhi passed away seven years ago. Pukong followed Puhong, the presiding officer, to Qingyun Mountain. On the outside of the temple, only A good man, but this is only on the surface.

Tianyin Temple has been inherited for thousands of years and has a high status. How could it not have a few hidden masters?
  For example, the monk Fudo who died under Ming Xiaoyang's sword earlier, and the master Pufang who appears now!
  "Amitabha." Seeing that the temple that his family has inherited from generation to generation has been harmed like this, Pufang's heart aroused a fire of ignorance, "Almsgiver Qin Wuyan, today you came to my Tianyin Temple to slaughter my Buddhist disciples. You are deceiving others. Too much."

"Now that you're here, don't leave!"

Before he finished speaking, a sense of desolation spread over Pu Fang's body. He took a wooden Zen staff with his backhand and dropped it on his head.

The meaning of death circulated, and the corpses in front of Qin Wuyan that were still a little warm quickly turned into pitch black under this staff.

Even the most tenacious grass could not hold up and turned into withered grass roots one after another.

The demons standing next to Qin Wuyan were even more unable to dodge and backed away, fearing that they would become cannon fodder in Pufang's rage.

This move fell into Qin Wuyan's eyes, and all he saw was that the Buddha was sitting in Nirvana, and all living beings were robbed, and there was no hope of life at all.

Tianyin Temple's unique skill - the reincarnation of annihilation.

In an instant, Qin Wuyan, who was as powerful as entering the sea of ​​​​consciousness for the first time, could not help but feel a desire to die. He felt that his struggle for so many years was simply meaningless.

The originally sharp eyes were filled with deathly silence at that moment, and he wished he could kill himself on the spot with the Acacia-destroying dagger in his hand.

Fortunately, this trace of deathly silence was just fleeting. Qin Wuyan recovered immediately, raised the Acacia-cutting dagger in his palm, and said with a big smile:
  "I miss you so much, the beauty is old!"

Poisonous objects flew out from Qin Wuyan's wide purple robe, landed in front of the Xiangsi Zaan's dagger, and quickly turned into fly ash, while a terrifying seven-color gas filled the Xiangsi Zhan Xiangsi's dagger!

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