Starting his cultivation from marrying the Weaver Girl

Chapter 20 The other way
"Yan Chixia? Why is he here?"

Lin Yao stood at the temple gate, with the mysterious Buddhist sect behind him and Yan Chixia in front of him, not sure whether he was an enemy or a friend.

His hands hidden in his sleeves had already begun to form seals.

The temple has not been explored yet, so now we have to hand over this only trump card.

I'm afraid I'll have to end it all here today.

Yan Chixia gradually walked closer, and Lin Yao could see his body clearly.

His clothes were tattered, and his naked body was covered with dense scars, some of which were oozing with purple-black blood.

"His eyes."

Lin Yao knew that he might be in danger today.

Yan Chixia's eyes turned completely black.

It looked exactly the same as when Fahai was infected and became Lanruo Bodhisattva.

"Has it also been controlled by the filth?"

Lin Yao broke out in cold sweat. Xiaoqing said that Yan Chixia had died long ago, so the Lanruo Temple where he was now was before it was occupied by Fahai.

He tried his best to regulate his breathing, but Yan Chixia slowly drew out the long sword behind him.

Shadows flickered in the fog.

Countless shrill howls suddenly rang in Lin Yao's ears.

He clenched his teeth and blood flowed from his ears.

Yan Chixia suddenly jumped up, and the mist turned into a tide of ghosts in the sky.

The surging breath made Lin Yao's clothes rustle.

In just a moment, Yan Chixia's body appeared in front of Lin Yao.

The long sword swung down, and Lin Yao raised his green sword to meet it.

The tremendous force came like a mountain, and the cold breath that followed made Lin Yao's arms lose their intuition in an instant.

"Click."

The ground beneath his feet cracked, and the cracks continued to spread like a spider web.

The ghost tide surged, tearing Lin Yao's body apart.

When the first strike failed, Yan Chixia swung his sword again.

Lin Yao took the opportunity to slip into the temple.

Even if this would cause something strange to happen in the temple, he had no choice now.

"Can't stay anymore."

Lin Yao was breathing heavily, and there was a slight fishy and sweet smell in his breath.

If he gets hit again, he might really die here.

"Hopefully, it won't fail."

Lin Yao made hand gestures and moved his lips.

"Glorious nine heavens, the gods are coming, lend your true will and grant me life!"

As soon as the words fell, the long sword arrived!

The ghost tide kept washing over Lin Yao's body, and the bloody smell gradually spread.

However, the human lamps on both sides did not move at all.

A hint of clarity and doubt flashed in Yan Chixia's cold eyes.

Blood continued to drip from the sword.

Lin Yao held the sword tip in his palm and placed it half an inch above his forehead.

He opened his eyes, and his pupils had turned into vertical pupils!

Thick oil paint spread across his face.

Under the moonlight and candlelight, the black and white mask looks like a god!

"Who are you? Where is this?"

Lin Yao's voice was low, and it was not his voice.

The ghost tide came again, he glanced at it, and the green sword bloomed like a lotus.

At the moment of contact, a hole was torn in the ghost tide.

"It's sad that a Taoist who slays demons has become a filthy puppet."

There seemed to be some regret and loneliness in Lin Yao's voice.

He let go of the sword and kicked Yan Chixia out of Lanruo Temple.

"This temple doesn't look like a Buddha. It's a pity that this kid's body can't hold on for much longer."

His figure disappeared from the spot and rushed into the tide of ghosts.

The black and white mask became a faint light in the surging tide of ghosts, and the green sword was as white as snow, dancing like a dragon.

"Roar!"

A roar came from Lin Yao's side, and he tore the ghost next to him and slashed at it from the side.

The sound of metal symphony rang out.

This time it was Lin Yao who flew out.

Yan Chixia climbed up, with purple-black flames attached to the sword.

Lin Yao looked at the talisman on the hilt of the sword.

"Well, I'll give you a quickie."

He dodged the sword by leaning sideways, and the blade slashed across his palm.

"The breath of life weaving? And the future karmic body?"

Lin Yao spoke in surprise, but his body suddenly froze in mid-air.

A formation appeared under his feet at some point, trapping him inside.

Yan Chixia attacked again, and a low chanting sounded, like the whisper of a god.

"With my true blood, I will fall into the underworld forever!"

The green sword soared into the sky and turned into thousands of sword shadows behind Lin Yao.

The formation beneath his feet shattered, and his body hung in mid-air.

A terrifying murderous aura and a clear divine will erupted simultaneously. A blood-red tide of murderous aura surged around Lin Yao.

Behind him, two pupils emerged, and when they opened, the golden vertical pupils looked down at the world.

"go."

Lin Yao's voice contained infinite murderous intent.

The sword shadow fell like the Milky Way hanging upside down in the sky.

When colliding with the ghost tide, the shrill whistling sound kept echoing in the night sky.

Countless filth gushed out of Yan Chixia's body, and a blood-red lake suddenly appeared under Lin Yao's feet.

"Wow."

One after another, figures rose from the blood lake.

The tide of ghosts ahead had been completely slaughtered.

Thousands of corpses appeared behind Yan Chixia, filling the entire city!
There was a hint of surprise in Lin Yao's eyes, followed by a sigh of regret.

"I have used my body as a vessel to bear the filth of the people of the city. My path is not alone. This kid's inheritance can also be regarded as the mantle of your lineage. So go with peace of mind."

The seal in Lin Yao's hand changed again, and the clear and sacred aura belonging to the innate gods disappeared.

All that is left is the endless murderous intent that fills the world.

The pair of golden vertical pupils turned into blood-red eyes.

"town!"

The Qingfeng sword rose up, making clanging sounds, and a pair of crane wings appeared behind Lin Yao.

"kill!"

Yan Chixia's eyes had regained half of their clarity, but he still rushed towards Lin Yao.

"Go well."

Lin Yao spoke softly.

Holding a sharp sword in hand, he charged into the filth, blood and sword light flowing together.

Above Lin Yao's head, a scene like purgatory slowly formed.

Just a tiny corner was revealed, revealing endless murderous intent.

"I, Bai He, enter the Dao through killing and suppress the evil spirits in the world!"

Lin Yao flew up, his body covered in filthy blood.

He floated before Purgatory.

"prison!"

Purgatory fell, strangling all the evil spirits on the ground.

The blood lake exploded, and only Yan Chixia was left on the ground.

Lin Yao slowly fell down. The continuous use of secret techniques and innate magical powers had brought this body to the brink of collapse.

If he had not been tempered in the blood pool, he would probably have been the first to die.

"kill me."

Yan Chixia spoke in a hoarse voice.

He looked at Lin Yao, the aura on his body was very familiar.

Yan Chixia smiled, but blood continued to flow out.

The long sword supported his tall body.

Lin Yao looked at the smile on his face and his eyes that were about to turn dark again.

"rest in peace."

After hearing this, Yan Chixia slowly closed his eyes and uttered his last words.

"Relief."

The blue sword cut across his throat, but the man kept looking at the sky until the end, never lowering his head.

"The rest is up to you."

Lin Yao slashed the ground with his sword, leaving a line of words and then stood still.

"cough."

He spat out a mouthful of blood, and severe pain continued to come from all his limbs. His body was on the verge of collapse.

Lin Yao watched the entire battle between the innate deity and Yan Chixia from the perspective of a bystander.

It was a one-sided crushing.

"Why, with such power, do they not care about the human world?"

Lin Yao looked at the words on the ground.

"My name is White Crane Boy!"

"White Crane Boy, master of killing and suppression of evil spirits and ghosts in the world."

The information about the White Crane Boy in the book emerged in his mind.

"Fortunately, please ask the next god who is good at killing. Otherwise, it is unknown whether my body can hold on."

Lin Yao finally couldn't hold on any longer and sat on the ground, gasping for breath.

"Huh, huh."

The sound of heavy breathing continued to be heard.

Lin Yao's breathing suddenly stopped and a chill spread throughout his body.

"Huh, huh."

Even as he held his breath, he could still hear the sound of heavy breathing.

Lin Yao picked up Qingfeng and looked back.

A head rested on his shoulder, looking at him with empty eyes.

I imitated him and gasped violently.

Seeing Lin Yao looking at it, the head smiled.

"Huh, huh..."

Just blocked, can only modify and re-send, sorry

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(End of this chapter)