Under One Person: Inheriting the Soul of the Sword, Luo Tian Dajiao at the beginning

"I didn't let you kill people. These are seniors. Please help me to save them. Although I don't believe in these things, I still feel that I should do something."

"Eh? Didn't you kill them?"

Wu Chi was said to be in a daze, to kill someone and still save him, what's the matter?

"Differences in Taoism will naturally kill each other. If I can't beat them, I will save me now. Hurry up and do things. How can there be so much bullshit when a monk surpasses a degree?"

"When all the souls are gone, you will become the sinner of these lonely ghosts."

Lin Xiu's intimidation was obviously more effective than threatening his life, so he immediately carried out rescues one by one.

After each corpse was finished, he still did not forget to add a sentence: "My name is Wu Chi, I am not a sinner, don't speak ill of me in front of the Buddha..."

Lin Xiu didn't even know if he was honest or a fake monk.

This set of rhetoric is the same as working in Shaolin, without the slightest awareness of a monk.

It's just that Wu Chi came to those elders with hideous faces one by one.

The passage of scriptures in his mouth stopped.

He just stood blankly in front of those elders, sobbing slightly all over his body.

It can be seen from his chin that the teardrops are being beaten into pearls by the moonlight.

After a long time, Lin Xiu saw him using his hands to close the closed eyes of the corpse, trying to keep his face from being too ugly.

Each of the following ones does this.

Lin Xiu's heart sank to the bottom.

What I feared in my heart seems to have come true.

After Wuchi finished all this, he stood up and faced Lin Xiu.

His eyes were stained with unfinished tears.

With slightly red eyes, he asked:

"Have they been gone for a long time? Why... I..."

Lin Xiu was silent for a long time, and asked back: "Is there any way to save people?"

"No, they're just empty shells."

When her body felt cold, Lin Xiu felt a little ominous.

It stands to reason that Ghost Slash is only a basic skill, and even if it involves changing jobs, it shouldn't have such obvious side effects.

There is only one explanation, that is, the souls of those killed by Ghost Slash were taken into the underworld.

And my own body is the entrance to Huangquan Road.

If this is the case, then the longer you use the power of ghosts and gods, the closer you should be to the underworld.

It's also the reason why I want to call Wuchi superseded.

did not expect……

Wu Chi wasn't angry this time, although he acted as if he was going to work before, but these dozens of soulless bodies made him feel only sadness.

"You also go up to the giant beast of the sky." Lin Xiu didn't prepare for him.

Wu Chi was silent, he didn't know how to judge the Quan Xing Sect Master in front of him.

After calming down, he understood.

In terms of strength, he couldn't kill him by himself, but he was unwilling to leave as if nothing had happened when he saw the corpses all over the floor.

"Your strength is too weak. Relying on what you have learned from Shaolin, you may not even be able to compare with Xiao Zizai in this life. If you want to kill me, you must have strength."

Wu Chi wanted to refute, but after careful consideration, he was right. The reason why he did nothing was because of his poor strength.

But to use Lin Xiu's channel to become stronger, he resisted in his heart.

Lin Xiu smiled and said:

"What are you afraid of? Afraid that relics will not be produced after death?"

"Bullshit doesn't make sense, if I colluded with you, a monster, how could I be worthy of my Shaolin identity."

Wu Chi became angry from embarrassment, and the relics were their supreme saying, and when Lin Xiu said it, it became like it was everywhere in the street.

"I didn't make you feel sorry. Didn't the Buddha often say that if you don't go to hell, whoever goes to hell, now only by becoming stronger can we prevent disasters from happening. Why do you refuse?"

This passage hit Wu Chi's heart directly.

Indeed, as a native of Shaolin, there is clearly a way to save the common people, but he refuses because he does not want to be polluted, what kind of monk is he.

The stubborn Wuchi didn't reply, but turned around and left down the mountain.

Only one angry figure remained.

Lin Xiu was already very satisfied.

Wu Chi is a pervert that can be cultivated.

When gaining strength, Shaolin has stabilized his Dao heart in those years.

Just a bunch of shit. .

Chapter 170 IX Marcel

The cold moon gradually receded, still outlining the outline of the giant beast in the sky.

Lin Xiu watched Wu Chi go down the mountain, and looked up to see the helicopters arriving one after another, reaching the back.

Looking from a distance, the incomplete building stands there, and the reason why it did not collapse is due to the uneven roots of the big tree. At this time, the plants and the building have reached a delicate agreement.

The incomplete fabric hanging on the wall seems to worry that others will not know that it is a temple.

"Let's get started." Lin Xiu said calmly, closing her eyes and imagining the general development process of the temple's periphery at this time.

Sky curtain behemoth, outside the temple.

The light of dawn that had not yet been received by the ground of Biyou Village shot directly into the interior of the temple.

Dilapidated stone pillars stand tall, and every stone wall or stone table is dilapidated.

There are also many flags on the wall.

After years of wind and rain, only three letters can be seen in the tattered flag:

G·B·L

They all wore strange masks, which were as thick as bronze, but no one felt that they were too heavy to take off, which was enough to show that they were loyal believers.

Muttering some incomprehensible words, it seems to assimilate with the surrounding octopus monsters a little bit.

With his hands in his sleeves, his short body is only a little over one meter tall.

Her fragile appearance makes even soft-hearted people reluctant to hurt her.

Of course, those who can reach here are not soft-hearted.

Not many people even care whether they were human before.

Everyone has greed and fear on their faces.

Surrounded by dead bodies.

And there is no corpse of the octopus monster or the followers of the GBL religion.

It's not that they are so strong that no one can match, but that their corpses will always disappear inexplicably.

No matter how you kill it, it will disappear in the end.

But they still love the corpses.

because--

"Shipped! This one won't go away!"

A disciple of Jianghu Xiaozhan hugged a broken blade and was complacent.

The flying blades thrown by GBL believers are almost unstoppable, and even penetrate the body in one hit. The strange thing is that the flying blade will disappear suddenly after hitting it, just like a corpse.

Only by killing them will there be a certain chance of obtaining a broken blade.

Obviously, the corpses of companions are all over the ground, but they can't stop the greedy steps of human beings.

The treasures that come out of them are made of materials that cannot be seen outside.

bang bang

"Good guy, can't you stop three throwing knives?"

Jia Zhengliang looked at one of his flying knives with some distress, and a hole had been cut on the blade.

I just want to try to see how powerful Yuwu is, or whether their projection is stronger.

Who knew that the last move would damage his weapon.

Fortunately, the believer was killed by seven flying knives, and a broken blade fell to the ground.

This is the third handle he picked up.

Jia Zhengliang was overjoyed.

Others only think that this is not a mortal thing, but they don't know what is really powerful about it.

As an expert in this field, I understand it very well.

If these materials are successfully refined, his strength will be greatly improved.

"Brother, the more we collect, the better. We will replace everyone in Jiajia Village later. Who will be our opponent by then?"

Jia Zhengliang excitedly said to Jia Zhengyu.

Of course Jia Zhengyu knew this was a treasure, but he only had three dragon pecking cones, so how could he be as efficient as Jia Zhengliang. ....

It took a lot of hard work to get a broken blade.

Jia Zhengliang seemed to be able to handle it with ease. Although the attacks of these enemies were powerful, their moves were monotonous. They could only charge at others and throw their blades coldly, without any other actions.