Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 208: Ghost, Blade

“Clang—”

The young man in blue robe drew his sword, took a step forward, and chopped down the old monk's head with the sword.

But just as he took a step, his legs went weak, his blood and true energy dissipated, and he lost his balance and fell to the ground, breaking the bonfire.

The roasted roe deer meat fell into the fire, sizzling and burning, and the smell of burning filled the air with the smoke and dust.

"This poison is powerful—"

The young man in blue robe took two steps back with a pale face, covering his chest with his hands.

The blood and true essence of a master in the Xiantian realm actually dissipated, and this scene made everyone else panic and retreat.

"Wine is not poisonous, meat is not poisonous, and incense is not poisonous." The old monk smiled, put a piece of meat into the boiling soup, and then opened his mouth.

"But wine, meat, and incense together are poisonous."

“It’s really delicious…”

"Master Tiger once said that every time he catches a two-legged sheep, he would leave one for us to enjoy."

"Don't you realize this isn't venison at all?"

Not venison!

Everyone turned around and looked at the young man who had gone to wash and skin the venison.

Those were the servants and guards of the blue-robed young man.

At this moment, a strange smile appeared on the young man's face, and his body slowly collapsed, turning into a wild deer that had been bled and skinned.

The young men are wild deer, so what do they eat?
“Zhao Lin…” The young man in blue robe looked pale.

"Go!" Chu Tiankuo shouted softly, unsheathed the sword in his hand, and stabbed towards the old monk in front.

The qi, blood and true essence of the innate realm came out of the sword and turned into flowing light.

He had not consumed any alcohol, so he was not poisoned.

At this time, everyone else was supporting each other and trying to rush out of the hall, but the monks in the temple had quietly sealed the entrance and stood there holding a long wooden stick in their hands.

"when--"

Chu Tiankuo's sword was locked by a string of prayer beads.

The old monk smiled and the beads in his hand shook. Chu Tiankuo couldn't hold the sword anymore. He trembled all over and took several steps back.

"Innate Realm, late stage..."

There was a hint of despair on Chu Tiankuo's face.

The old monk's smile did not fade. He walked forward slowly, clasping his hands together and said, "Master Tiger, please enjoy."

As he finished speaking, a white tiger with hanging eyes quietly stepped out from the back hall.

Chu Tiankuo recognized this tiger; it was the one they had encountered in the forest before and almost hunted.

Is this tiger the one from the Red Dragon Temple?

So how many years did this tiger live?
Chu Tiankuo's eyes fell on the beads on his wrist.

At this time, each bead was blood red.

"Tiger, demon..."

He slowly raised his head, looked at the monks with dull expressions, and then looked at the old monk.

"You, you are the tiger demon's minions controlling the soul."

Working for the tiger.

The tiger beast can shock the soul, and with demonic power, it can even control the soul and enslave it.

The old monk had a calm expression as he walked towards Chu Tiankuo.

"I am so hungry for such a fine body." Before he finished speaking, he had already grabbed Chu Tiankuo's neck.

Chu Tiankuo wanted to retreat, but suddenly he saw a flash of blood in the eyes of the White Tiger, and he lost consciousness for a moment.

When he came to his senses, the old monk had already grabbed his neck.

"It has been many years since Chilongling has had such a good body. My body has become rotten."

The old monk looked at Chu Tiankuo, his face full of joy.

"It's really worth it that Lord Tiger mobilized all the surrounding ghosts to lure you to the Red Dragon Temple."

"You don't think that the people you met along the way and who showed you the way were real people, do you?"

The old monk laughed loudly, with a dazed look in his eyes. Chu Tiankuo stretched out his hand, wanting to touch the other party with the beads on his wrist but he couldn't do it.

"Roar--"

Suddenly, the white tiger roared and rolled over.

The old monk who was holding Chu Tiankuo's neck also looked gloomy. He raised his hand to push Chu Tiankuo out and took two steps back.

"Om-"

A long sword came flying from outside the hall, brushed past the old monk's palm, and then with a "clang" sound, it stabbed into the position where the white tiger was standing before. The blade went two feet into the ground, and the blade vibrated with a slight sound.

Chu Tiankuo covered his neck and breathed heavily.

"Shhhhh-"

The sound of continuous crossbow bolts piercing the air rang out, and the monks guarding the door were shot through one by one, falling to the ground. A team of black-armored warriors rushed to the front of the hall, kicked open the window sills on both sides, and mounted two heavy crossbows.

"Yuzhi, I haven't seen you for ten years. You seem to be going back in time."

Outside the hall, a long shout was heard.

The old monk looked gloomy as he looked at the figure entering the hall.

"He Jinquan."

The number one person in the underworld of Zhengyang County.

The old monk's face twitched as he looked at He Jinquan who walked into the hall, his eyes narrowed. "He Jinquan, Tiger Master said that you have no hope of reaching the Grandmaster level in this lifetime. If you can follow Tiger Master, he can grant you strength."

Glancing around, the old monk's face darkened as he shouted, "In front of Lord Tiger, are you trying to get yourself killed by these little tricks?"

He Jinquan did not answer. Outside the hall, figures walked in one after another.

An old man wearing a green robe, holding a long sword, with his vital energy and blood surging.

Late stage of the Xiantian realm.

The sturdy man with a strong figure and wearing a black robe could not conceal the aura of the innate realm.

The woman with a long sword on her back and light steps also exudes the aura of the innate realm.

This kind of scene made the old monk look even uglier.

"Qi Zhenghua of the Yuhe Sword Sect."

"Dragon Elephant Wuzong Duan Tower."

"Feiyan Sword Sect's Rao Lingzi."

"The three sects, four schools, and seven clans really think highly of me, Yuzhi."

The old monk turned his gaze to the white tiger beside him: "Or, you are here for Lord Tiger."

"How arrogant! You actually set your sights on Lord Tiger."

"Yuzhi, don't you find it strange that there are so many ghost minions around Chilong Ridge, why isn't there anyone who can convey the message to you?"

The old man holding a long sword looked at the old monk with a calm expression.

Yuzhi's expression darkened, and the white tiger beside him roared loudly and flew forward.

He Jinquan and others who were blocking the door of the main hall did not stop the white tiger and let it rush out.

Just as the white tiger rushed out of the hall, a muffled groan was heard, and its body rolled over and rolled back into the hall.

Zhang Yuan, wearing a black robe and a tiger-patterned half-mask, walked into the hall.

"For three hundred years, it has devoured the people of the surrounding villages and towns within a radius of twenty miles, controlled over a hundred ghosts, and killed hundreds of traveling merchants."

"The story of the wandering monk from the Red Dragon Temple doesn't seem to have a good ending."

Zhang Yuan's voice was low, and he stretched out his hand to grab it. The long knife that was stuck in the bluestone shook and flew directly back into his palm.

This move made He Jinquan and others twitch their eyes.

At the peak of the Xiantian realm, true energy emanates from the body.

Only with this level of cultivation can one draw a sword from the air at will.

Among all the people present, only He Jinquan could barely do this.

Chu Tiankuo, who had left early, looked down at his wrist with his eyes wide open.

The beads on the wrist were no longer blood red, but purple.

"Grandmaster..."

This is a sign of encountering a Grandmaster.

The one holding the knife is a powerful Grandmaster!
"Roar--"

The white tiger roared, and the demonic energy spread from its body, turning into a gust of wind and charging towards Zhang Yuan head-on.

The avenue on Yongtianzhou is sealed, which can trigger the power of magic. The cultivation level of this tiger monster has surpassed that of the priest serving in the Beiyan Tianyao Temple encountered on the Guangling River.

Zhang Yuan raised the long sword in his hand, and green light instantly flowed on the blade.

“Blade light!”

He Jinquan exclaimed and watched Zhang Yuan slash forward with his long sword.

The blade slashed on the wind scroll, and the wind scroll shattered directly.

When the swordsmanship is cultivated to the extreme, the sword energy is condensed into a sharp edge, which is the same as the momentum of the boxing technique. It is said to be indestructible and can break all kinds of techniques.

This kind of sword light is enough to fight against a grandmaster.

Zhang Yuan cut through the wind with a single blow of his sword and thrust his long sword forward. Baihu raised his foot to block the blade, but his body was shaken and fell backwards, hitting the incense table, and the two Buddha statues fell and shattered.

Dry bones were scattered all over the ground inside the Buddha's body.

This Buddha statue is actually based on a human body!

Baihu was no match for Zhang Yuan. Yu Zhi's expression changed. Just as he was about to move, a voice came from the front: "Yu Zhi, your opponent is me."

He Jinquan took a step forward, and dark blue shadows covered his palms.

Iron kills, breaks bones.

(End of this chapter)