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

Ma Guangzuo, who was looking closely, was so startled by the eye that he leaned back.

"Holy crap! Who's that scaring me?!"

Wang Jiuling pushed the door open, and as he did so, the person behind the door was knocked straight to the ground.

When everyone entered, they were all shocked.

There was a dead man at the door. His eyes were filled with terror, and his hand was still in the position of opening the door. He lay on the ground like that.

Under the moonlight, the entire monastery was filled with blood and corpses.

They were all monks from the Zen monastery.

"Amitabha! Amitabha! I'm so sorry..." The monk in plain clothes trembled as he clasped his hands together, unable to bear to look.

Fang Tianlao and the other two also looked very unwell.

Wang Jiuling bypassed the corpses scattered on the ground and headed towards the main hall.

Ma Guangzuo quickly followed and entered the main hall, where he immediately saw the huge gilded Buddha statue.

The Buddha statue was stained with blood, its compassionate eyes gazing downwards.

On the futon, a figure sat cross-legged with his head bowed. Wang Jiuling slowly approached and touched him with his sword sheath.

thump!

The man fell straight to the ground.

This is the constant law.

However, Fa Chang's face was withered and his skin was ashen; he had been dead for a long time.

"Oh my god!" Ma Guangzuo exclaimed in shock as he looked at Fa Chang's dead body.

"Why does he look so much older?"

Wang Jiuling pointed his finger at Fa Chang's neck, and then quickly shook his head.

"His internal energy was completely drained. The person who attacked him was extremely ruthless, causing him to suffer a severe loss of vitality, making it insufficient to sustain his life..."

Ma Guangzuo and the others were frightened by Wang Jiuling's words. They naturally didn't know about the Beiming Divine Art and thought it was some kind of evil technique.

Wang Jiuling sighed softly, took out some of the antidote, and placed it beside Fa Chang. "I'm late..."

After saying that, he stood up.

"Let's get out of here!"

The murderer used the Northern Darkness Divine Art, so it's obvious who it is.

Delightful Miller.

The temple gate was closed, which seemed like an invitation to a trap. Wang Jiuling realized something was wrong and wanted to leave quickly.

Just as the group stepped out of the main hall, they heard chanting all around them.

A dozen or twenty strangely dressed Tibetan monks emerged from the surrounding shadows and stood in the moonlight.

Some of them chanted scriptures, while others clapped small yellow drums made of human skin, together creating a unique and peculiar melody.

Wang Jiuling was merely on guard and did not feel any discomfort.

However, the two monks in plain clothes behind them looked terrified and covered their ears.

"Layman! This is the bewitching chanting of Milarepa! Quickly cover your ears and use your inner energy to resist!"

As soon as Wang Jiuling turned around, he saw Ma Guangzuo listening intently to the Buddhist chants, then quickly shaking his head and dropping the steel knife in his hand.

"Ugh! That sound is giving me a headache!"

Fang Tianlao and Wei Tianwang also had pale faces, their hands clasped together, their expressions pained.

Only Wang Jiuling was present. His mind was as clear as a mirror, and his body was like a flawless piece of jade, unaffected by the chanting.

"Hmph! A bunch of charlatans and heretics!"

Without hesitation, Wang Jiuling drew his sword, pushed off with his feet, and charged towards the Tibetan monks.

As soon as Wang Jiuling stepped down the stairs, he saw the Tibetan monks lined up on both sides, and a thin figure walked out.

"Amitabha! Fellow Daoist, your killing intent is too strong..."

This was an old monk wearing a kasaya, as thin as a bamboo pole. He was emaciated, his eyes were yellowed with age, his voice was hoarse, and he had a smile on his face.

Wang Jiuling was extremely fast, and he was already in front of him, thrusting out his sword.

This sword is fast, accurate, and ruthless, carrying the conviction to kill, regardless of who is in front of it, the only thing to do is to kill first!

Just as the sword tip pierced half a step in front of the old monk, Wang Jiuling felt resistance.

The old monk's robes billowed, and a "wall of air" appeared around his body, enveloping him.

The closer Wang Jiuling's sword tip got to the old monk, the more a special force seemed to deflect the longsword away.

As the old monk moved, Wang Jiuling's sword completely missed its mark.

Protective Qi?

In an instant, Wang Jiuling understood that this old monk, like him, possessed protective inner energy.

However, his Nine Yang Protective Qi is like a passive defensive shield.

The old monk's inner energy was like a surging ocean, boundless in its depths.

This is the Northern Darkness True Qi.

Wang Jiuling had an answer in his heart, but his hands didn't stop. The sword was deflected, so he used his other hand to strike the old monk's face.

The old monk moved quickly as well, stretching out his withered palm and grabbing at Wang Jiuling's sword-wielding hand.

He reached out with his other hand and exchanged palms with Wang Jiuling.

The two men faced each other with their palms facing each other in the air, only a few inches apart. Their true energy surged, and a strong wind suddenly arose.

Wang Jiuling stood firmly on his feet, and the old monk remained unmoved, though a smile played on his lips.

Wang Jiuling felt that, in terms of sheer power, this old monk's true energy was actually superior to his own!

Wang Jiuling had only experienced this feeling when fighting against the Western Poison and Senior Brother Guo.

Moreover, the old monk's palm strikes against his opponent's internal energy had a sticky feel, as if they were trying to stick him in place so he couldn't move.

The two were exchanging blows, each trying their best to maintain a balance of their inner energy, making it difficult to extricate themselves.

"Fellow Daoist, lay down your butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot..."

The old monk chanted as he reached out with his other hand to grab Wang Jiuling's sword-wielding hand.

It would be extremely difficult for Wang Jiuling to avoid this position.

Snapped!

The old monk finally grabbed Wang Jiuling's arm, and the two of them clashed with each other, one hand on the palm and the other on the arm.

At this moment, Wang Jiuling felt that something was wrong.

Because the old monk's fingers exerted an almost irresistible suction force, it almost instantly mobilized the true energy within Wang Jiuling's body, causing it to surge wildly through his meridians.

Wang Jiuling immediately focused his mind, and the innate true energy in his five internal organs nourished his lungs and viscera, allowing his blood and qi to flow smoothly.

Even so, his true energy was still flowing out along his right arm and being absorbed by the old monk.

Wang Jiuling experienced for the first time just how terrifying the legendary Northern Darkness Divine Skill was.

You should know that he practiced the Nine Yang Divine Skill and the Innate Skill. Although he had not yet mastered either, the purity of his true energy was absolutely rare in the world, and it could even be absorbed.

Little did they know, the old monk was also extremely shocked at this moment.

As soon as Wang Jiuling's true energy entered his body, the old monk felt an extreme burning sensation.

He had absorbed far too much internal energy, but he had never seen anything so fierce and domineering in his life.

Moreover, Wang Jiuling's protective true energy was constantly impacting him. The old monk felt his hand, which was holding Wang Jiuling, being repeatedly bounced away, and his fingers ached terribly.

The meridians felt even hotter.

Wang Jiuling gritted his teeth. The innate true energy in his lungs allowed him to still exert his palm force while the old monk was absorbing his true energy, preventing him from becoming completely immobile.

He used all his strength in his left hand, unleashing a violent palm strike.

The floor tiles beneath their feet shattered inch by inch, and their robes billowed and fluttered.

Wang Jiuling tried to forcefully separate himself from the old monk using his palm strike.

The old monk's expression also changed, because Wang Jiuling's palm force was getting heavier and heavier, and the air pressure between the two of them had solidified to the extreme. He could already feel the strain.

At this moment, the bewitching chants still echoed all around, and the two remained locked in a stalemate.

Finally, Wang Jiuling grunted and forcefully pressed down with his palm, forcing the old monk's hand back two inches, and was about to take the opportunity to escape.

The old monk held onto Wang Jiuling's hand tightly.

But the next second, something unexpected happened.

The old monk had been struggling to hold onto Wang Jiuling's sword-wielding hand, but for some reason, Wang Jiuling's protective inner energy dissipated, allowing the monk to grip him tightly.

Before he could even feel happy, his expression changed.

Because Wang Jiuling's hand, which was being held by him, suddenly felt a suction force, which instead pulled the old monk's hand in place.

The true energy that Wang Jiuling had originally absorbed into his meridians was now being drawn out of his meridians by the suction force and flowing back into Wang Jiuling's body.