The Condor Heroes: The Quanzhen Sect has produced a vengeful master!

Wang Jiuling was stabbing a monk through the neck with a single sword.

Looking up, he found Ma Guangzuo staring at the back of his head, his eyes still showing a hint of surprise that hadn't quite faded.

Even though he didn't sense any danger behind him, in that instant, the hairs on Wang Jiuling's body stood on end.

His body reacted faster than his mind, and he turned halfway around and struck out with his palm behind him.

But the next second, I felt a sharp pain in my palm.

Wang Jiuling was startled.

What kind of hidden weapon? Why isn't his protective aura reacting?

And didn't he block the force of his palm?

The pain intensified, and Wang Jiuling quickly looked down to examine his palm, only to be shocked to find a red, worm-like creature in his hand.

What's terrifying is that the insect is gnawing at the skin on Wang Jiuling's palm.

Just as Wang Jiuling was about to grab it, the insect suddenly bent over and sprang directly towards Wang Jiuling's face.

Wang Jiuling reacted quickly; he turned his head, and the insect flew past him at an extremely fast speed.

Turning his head, the red insect shadow flew onto a monk who was panicking and running away.

The monk was wearing a red robe. A red insect landed on him, and with a single swoop, it blended into the red color, making it impossible for Wang Jiuling to see it clearly.

"Qingyangzi! What is that?"

Ma Guangzu stared in surprise, but Wang Jiuling didn't have time to reply. He stepped forward and blocked the monk's path.

Swish! The longsword flashed, slicing open the monk's throat, and his body fell to the ground.

Ma Guangzuo tried to run over, but was stopped by Wang Jiuling.

"Don't come any closer!"

Wang Jiuling stopped Ma Guangzuo, frowned, and carefully used his longsword to repeatedly peel back the red monk's robe on the corpse, but found no trace of the insect.

That's all?

where it goes?

Wang Jiuling casually stabbed the two monks who tried to escape from him, but his gaze never left their corpses.

They checked carefully many times, but still couldn't find the insect.

It just vanished into thin air.

Ma Guangzuo was also surprised. "That was an insect? I thought it was someone's hidden weapon!"

There are so many strange and unusual things in the Western Regions that Wang Jiuling couldn't quite figure them out, but he instinctively felt that the things there were extraordinary.

"Don't go near this corpse!"

Then he pulled Ma Guangzuo back and went to deal with the other monks first.

The monks of the Vajra Sect had already been killed by Qiu Qianren, and now an even more ruthless one had arrived.

After an unknown amount of time, the group finally stopped fighting after Wang Jiuling killed the last monk who seemed to have some status.

Looking at the corpses scattered all over the ground, Fang Tianlao couldn't help but put his hands together in prayer.

"Amitabha!"

Ma Guangzuo chuckled and teased, "Now you're all smiles and prayers, but you showed no mercy when you were killing people!"

Fang Tianlao, however, did not feel embarrassed at all.

"I just hope they can go to hell to atone for their sins, and strive to be reincarnated as soon as possible, so they can be good people in their next life!"

"This has absolutely nothing to do with whether I kill them or not!"

As Fang Tianlao spoke, he glanced at Wang Jiuling.

I never expected that what started as just gathering information would actually lead to the destruction of the Vajra Sect.

Following his gaze, Wang Jiuling now focused his attention on the corpse.

The insect was still nowhere to be seen, but he had a vague, uneasy feeling about it.

"Qingyangzi, are you still looking for that insect?"

Ma Guangzuo walked over, and Wang Jiuling shook his head without saying anything more, only telling them to be as careful as possible.

Soon, Ma Guangzuo and his two companions left because people on the lakeside east of the temple had been captured by the Vajra Sect and forced into hard labor.

The monks over there were all from the lowest ranks of the Vajra Sect, and their martial arts skills were not high. The three of them were more than capable of handling them.

Wang Jiuling planned to go and see the secret room that the temple abbot had mentioned.

However, before leaving, he went to Qiu Qianren's side.

At this moment, Qiu Qianren was lying on the ground, unable to move.

The pain from the broken bones in my arm and the pain from the wounds on my body were nothing compared to the fear in my heart.

This was the first time Qiu Qianren had felt so helpless.

Over the years, whenever he thought of his past sins, he could find comfort in reciting Buddhist scriptures and hiding behind Master Yideng.

With these things to rely on, evil seemed to stay away from him.

He is Ci'en, not Qiu Qianren.

But at this moment, with nothing left to rely on, Qiu Qianren felt he was going to die.

This time, no one can save him.

In the boundless darkness, he heard footsteps approaching him.

Qiu Qianren barely opened his eyes and vaguely saw a wisp of blue.

It was made of blue cloth, Wang Jiuling's Taoist robe.

But at this moment, it brings Qiu Qianren back to that most unbearable memory.

He recalled being invited by Wang Chongyang to participate in the Mount Hua Sword Tournament. In order to have one less enemy, he decided to injure Emperor Duan's newborn child, so that Emperor Duan would expend his power to save the child.

So he sneaked into Ying Gu's palace and severely injured the infant in her arms with a single blow.

That's right, it's blue fabric.

The child was wrapped in a piece of blue cloth at the time.

He slapped the child hard across the back of the cloth!

He still remembers how fragile the baby's body was and how it felt to this day!

Wang Jiuling stopped in his tracks, his Taoist robe fluttering in the wind, almost causing Qiu Qianren to collapse.

"Ha!"

"Hehe!"

Qiu Qianren roared inwardly, "Why can't he escape?"

He has been chanting scriptures every day, he has become a monk, and he is a master of martial arts. So why did his past sins still come back to haunt him?

kill!

Qiu Qianren wanted to kill him! But it was no use; he was severely injured and couldn't move at all.

"If you die here today, it will be your just deserts." Wang Jiuling's voice was calm, but it sent a chill down Qiu Qianren's spine.

He couldn't even let out a final sob.

The fighting spirit in Qiu Qianren's murky eyes began to dissipate; he conceded defeat.

It turns out that everything he had done in the past was useless.

What's this about chanting Buddhist scriptures? He's been chanting them for so many years, and Ying Gu still hates him.

What do you mean by becoming a monk? Without Master Yideng by his side, he's just a pathetic wretch. He has nowhere to atone for his sins. Is this what you call entering the Buddhist order?

Is he a master of martial arts? What a joke! He's on the verge of death now, is that what you call a master of martial arts?

Oh.

Qiu Qianren suddenly realized that ever since the Mount Hua Sword Tournament, he had become a complete waste.

What he thought he possessed was nothing but a joke, all fake.

At this moment, he was no longer Ci'en; he was still that damned Qiu Qianren from back then.

Avoiding it is useless; his fate is death...

Seeing Qiu Qianren's breath growing weaker and weaker, Wang Jiuling silently shook his head, thinking that he should die.

"I will bring your ashes to Master Yideng."

After Wang Jiuling finished speaking, he was about to leave.

But the next second, his ankle was grabbed by a hand. The hand wasn't strong, but it was very firm.

Wang Jiuling looked down and saw that it was Qiu Qianren.

Qiu Qianren, who was usually as weak as a lump of mud, suddenly found strength from who knows where.

He struggled for a long time before finally kneeling at Wang Jiuling's feet, writing words on the ground with his blood already congealed.

Find Ying Gu, kill me.