Poverty

Chapter 110 Comprehension

Li Yanchu's eyes fell on the big dog.

The big dog raised by Zhang Ping, a monk in the southwest, has a ferocious temperament, a huge body, and extremely soft fur.

From time to time, there will be a trace of human expression in the eyes, which looks extremely intelligent.

This reminded Li Yanchu not only of the Dahei in the Taoist temple, but also the evil and wild smile that often appeared on Dahei's face.

It seems to be a little more humane than this big black dog.

The big dog was very fast, and soon disappeared into the dark passage, and there was almost no sound when it landed and ran.

Zen Master Shenshan and Taoist Yuan Yi also stopped, as if they trusted Zhang Ping, an ordinary middle-aged man.

The feminine scholar Wang Yunting crossed his arms and looked disdainful.

Ordinarily, he was the Captain Mojin who was born in the Eight Classics. Zhang Ping's behavior of using a big dog to scout the way questioned his professionalism.

Time passed by minute by minute.

Li Yanchu began to look at the people who went to the grave this time, and the torches shone on everyone's faces, making them look a little uncertain.

At this moment, a total of three Taoist temples and five temples came, and each family sent two people, and some disciples were there to meet them.

Then there are Mr. Yin and Yang, Granny Chang, Old Ghost Wu, Yan Chixiao, Wang Yunting, a yin and soft scholar, Hu Li the ferryman, Zhang Ping, a beast master in the Southwest, and Mr. Ma, an immortal.

Plus myself and Bai Hongtu.

A total of 26 people.

After about half a stick of incense, the big ferocious dog ran back.

He barked a few times at Zhang Ping in a low voice.

There was a serious look in Zhang Ping's eyes.

Suddenly, all the torches in everyone's hands were extinguished!

The entire tomb was plunged into darkness.

call!
Suddenly, a strong wind came from the ear, and it carried a strong fishy smell!

Something got out!
The accident came too suddenly.

The torches were all extinguished at once strangely, people's vision suddenly became dark, and it was only an instant before the sound of the wind appeared!

Li Yanchu hit Tiangang's hand, and slashed out in the direction of the wind.

A burst of energy exploded in the air!

boom!
There was a dull sound.

Several Buddhist eminent monks suddenly chanted the Buddha's name, and their whole bodies glowed like gold!
Immediately, the surrounding dark corridors were illuminated.

As soon as Master Huizhen moved, he swept out and rushed towards the depths of the dark corridor.

At this time, the Buddha's martial arts showed an extremely crucial role.

Very practical!
When everyone recovered their eyesight, a middle-aged Taoist suddenly pointed to the front with a look of surprise on his face.

Everyone looked in the direction of his finger, only to find that Zhang Ping's ferocious big dog had disappeared.

But Zhang Ping himself was chopped off at the waist, his intestines spilled all over the floor, and a terrified expression appeared on his face.

A chill was generated in everyone's hearts.

Zhang Ping was actually killed!
call out!
A black shadow came, directly engulfed a monk, and dragged him away!

boom!
Zen Master Shenshan suddenly slapped a palm, and a golden flame appeared out of thin air, hitting the black shadow directly.

There was a chirping sound, and white smoke came out!

The strange sound suddenly disappeared and returned to calm.

As if everything was just an illusion.

Everyone lit the torches again. This time, I don't know if it was an illusion, but the area illuminated by the flames seemed to be even smaller.

Zhang Ping's body was torn into pieces and became extremely mutilated.

Even though the beast-controlling lineage is not good at fighting, it still makes people feel shuddering to kill people silently in front of a group of practitioners.

This means something in the dark, enough to threaten everyone's life!
Li Yanchu's gaze was as sharp as a knife, and there might be more than one evil thing staring at them at this time.

Zhang Ping was torn to pieces, but the monk just now was swept away by the shadow, obviously two different attack methods.

Master Huizhen chased him out, probably after the evil thing that killed Zhang Ping in the first place.

At the same time, Li Yanchu's eyes swept across the practitioners present, and performed the Qi-watching technique.

There is another possibility.

Zhang Ping was killed in an instant, not by a foreign evil, but by the hands of practitioners in the team.

Looking at the qi technique on these practitioners with unique skills made Li Yanchu's eyes a little stinging.

Everyone's qi is strong, and it's not the same.

At least seven or eight people present had their eyes on Li Yanchu, and they all obviously felt something.

"Aspiration technique."

The Taoist who used the copper coin sword before suddenly spoke, with some surprise in his words.

"I didn't expect that there are still people who know this spell."

Li Yanchu was startled when he heard the words, he was not very familiar with these fellow Taoists.

"Is it because the spells recorded in the Huang Ting Dao Jing are too mysterious?"

A thought flashed through his mind. He originally thought that the Qi Wang technique was a common spell for Taoist practitioners.

Sure enough, the Taoist priests from these Taoist temples all changed their eyes on Li Yanchu.

I thought he was a little-known Taoist disciple, but I didn't expect to have this long-lost method of hope.

Li Yanchu's eyes fell on an ordinary monk, and he frowned suddenly.

This monk looks like nothing special, and it is easy to be ignored.

It is the most common monk dress.

He is not too old, about 40 years old, with a relatively neutral and stable appearance.

But this person was surrounded by bloody aura.

According to the records of the Qi Wang Technique, the evil spirit of blood is different from the light of blood. The latter means that one's luck is not good, and there is a disaster of blood and light.

And the evil spirit of blood means that this person has just been stained with blood, that is, he has killed someone or something.

Earlier, when Li Yanchu was in Wuling Sanren's house, he caught Ding Songyi, and he saw the evil spirit of blood on Song Yi's body by using the technique of gazing at the qi.

Li Yanchu walked over and said to the monk, "What's the name of this master?"

There were the most Buddhist and Taoist monks in this demon slaying conference, and Li Yanchu couldn't remember the name of this monk.

This person is too ordinary, without any characteristics.

The middle-aged monk bowed slightly, and said: "I don't know what the Taoist priest has to teach you, poor monk."

"Master Wuxing, I don't know why you want to kill Zhang Ping?" Li Yanchu cut to the chase.

As soon as this statement came out, the audience was in an uproar.

"What nonsense are you talking about! How could my junior brother kill Zhang Ping?" A middle-aged monk who was a bit fat yelled angrily.

There are two people from each temple, and these two people are obviously from the same temple.

Li Yanchu's eyes were like knives, nailing the middle-aged monk Wuxing's face, and said in a deep voice: "Tearing a living person into pieces in an instant is probably not a method of Buddhism. Who are you?"

The enlightened monk was stunned, shook his head and said: "The poor monk doesn't know what the Taoist priest is talking about."

At this time, Zen Master Shenshan came over. The eyes of this respected and respected Buddhist monk fell on Li Yanchu and Monk Wuwu.

He looked solemn.

(End of this chapter)