After the awakening of the sick doctor, there are many evil friends

"Put Jiang Su down!"

As soon as he finished speaking, eight more Arhats suddenly surrounded him, occupying the position of Qiankun Xundui, Gen Zhenlikan and Bagua, trapping Wang Jia in it.

The black-clothed swordsman frowned, and without stopping to raise his sword, he flew straight in Jiang Su's direction, "A group of monks! What kind of Bagua formation are you practicing!"

He reached into his sleeve with his left hand, grabbed a lot of stones and threw them in all directions.

The stones came in five colors and formed a formation when they landed on the ground. Wood, fire, water, metal and earth all went their own way, rolling down at the feet of the eight Arhats.

"Is this?? The Five Elements Stone Formation?" A monk was cultivating the formation, and his sharp eyes recognized this scene.

The Five Elements Formation is the ancestor of the formations. It is the simplest and easiest to understand, but it is also the most useful.As long as the timing is right, the five elements can explain the ways of heaven and earth!

But how could he, a sword cultivator... follow the Five Elements in Bagua? ! !
Wang Jia stepped on the Arhat in the dry position and used his strength to get over his shoulder.

This Arhat is named Jianglong, and together with Fuhu, he is the most ferocious among the eighteen Arhats.The formation formation at this time was just because he didn't want to hurt Wang Jia, an unrelated monk.

Now that Wang Jia has fallen into his body, how can he let this sword cultivator escape?

The Buddha turned his wrists and formed seals on his palms, and suddenly another golden dragon flew high into the sky from behind him, roaring out a dragon roar that shook the heavens and the earth.

Wang Jia collided with the sudden golden dragon shadow and was thrown back to the center of the formation.

"Cough cough."

The eyes on the white jade face became colder and colder, and the long eyelashes were lowered.Wang Jia wiped the blood from his lips, slapped his hand on the ground, and the white sword flew into his hand again.

"Come again!"

He stood up again, this time holding the hilt of the sword with both hands, making a swing. His steps were extremely light, and the white sword was like a golden blade, leading people away.

At this moment, Wang Jia put half of his spiritual power on this sword.

"...Put Jiang Su down!!!"

The white sword struck at Arhat Subduing the Dragon, and the golden dragon fell from the sky to catch the sword.

Suddenly, a violent bright light erupted from the sky and the ground. A strong wind blew violently around the two people. The vegetation withered, and flying sand and rocks acted as obstacles.

The ground beneath their feet cracked in all directions like a spider web.

"Crack-"

It's the sound of broken bones.

The Subduing Dragon Arhat clasped his hands together, and at this moment, one arm made a continuous "click" sound.

He has an indestructible body. At this moment, Wang Jia's sword not only broke his body, but also used the sword energy to penetrate from the skin to the bone, directly crushing one of his arms.

The flesh and blood suddenly exploded, and the smell of blood rushed to his nose. The pulp of flesh spurted out and sprayed on Wang Jia's black clothes. He turned his head, and blood droplets stained the end of his eyebrows.

Wang Jia narrowed his eyes slightly, the whites of his eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes. His voice was full of anger, like a lone wolf roaring in the prairie.

"You can't beat me...I won't kill my family."

"One last time...get out of the way!"

The Dragon-Subduing Arhat's expression did not change, and he calmly looked at his right arm, which was only a slender white bone. Under his gaze, the joints shattered into powder and fell to the ground.

The aura that surged between the two fell to the ground, mixing with the dust.

"Wang Jia."

Jiang Long seemed helpless. He was not angry at all about his injuries, and his eyes were even pitiful and compassionate.

"Do you really want to use all your strength in the temple?"

Wang Jia was startled, his black pupils suddenly narrowed and his pupils flashed.

He looked like a young boy who was being poked at something, and his emotions were clearly visible on his expression.

"..."

An old monk walked slowly through the crowd. The cassock he wore was the same as that of the old monk who was good at speaking and listening.

"Master Shanmu." Jianglong bowed slightly and saluted with one hand.The old monk Shanmu tightly closed his arms and touched Jianglong's empty sleeve with one hand. In an instant, Jianglong's arm grew again, and the pressure of the transformed god was released.

"Amitabha, why is this so?"

He sighed and said:
"Wang Jia, what exactly do you want?"

With just this sentence, the sound fell and the door of the black tower opened.

The girl in colorful clothes was carried off the shoulders by Monk Fuhu.

"I won't go in!!! Why are you arresting me! I'm not a demon cultivator!!!"

"Wait! Wait!! Just go, tell me, little senior sister! Don't go to the Qi family!"

Fuhu Luohan pushed her into the tower.

"You must tell my little senior sister! Don't go to the Qi family!!! Don't go to the Dao Sect!!!"

"Hiss--" With the sound of the word "Zong", the door closed.

There was silence all around, no one said anything.

Wang Jia looked through a few people at the closed door under the black tower. The hand holding the sword suddenly loosened, and his limbs trembled uncontrollably.

The white sword sank into the soil.

He held his body up with his sword.

"……I see."

The next moment, he put the Zhenxuan sword back into its scabbard, turned around and left without looking back.

The monk watching the show didn't even dare to breathe, and looked at each other with the people next to him, very confused.

At first they could understand what was going on, but with the appearance of the "Buddha's Shadow", Zhang and Liu escaped, and the old monk pointed out that the girl wanted to pressure her to go to the black tower, they could not understand it at all. Understood.

Even Yu Dongming opened his mouth and looked at his master blankly.

His master blinked at him, at a loss. "This matter... the old monk Shan Ting didn't say anything about it..."

Qi Wu stepped forward to stop Wang Jia, "Brother Wang, what is going on? Why did Susu say at the end just now that the young senior sister should not go to Qi's house?!"

When Wang Jia heard the words "little senior sister", he suddenly felt a throbbing pain in his heart.

He glanced coldly at Qi Wu, who was anxious at the moment, pushed the man away, and disappeared in front of everyone with his body skills.

Qi Wu didn't understand it anymore. He turned back to Xia Qingming, "Brother Xia, what on earth is going on!!!"

Xia Qingming also frowned slightly and shook his head slowly, "I don't know, but I haven't found Miss Dong Yiyi yet."

Qi Wu looked back at the black tower not far away, and looked up at the towering spire reaching into the clouds.

"what is happening……"

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"Good girl, what a surprise."

"I didn't expect that between that girl Jiang Su and revenge, you actually chose revenge."

"Tsk tsk tsk, you are worthy of being the child I raised. I still have my priorities straight in my heart. There is just a bit of fate between you, and now it is a fate that you have forced. There is no way to compare with the blood feud."

In the same room as before, Judge Poison was sitting on the ground, holding a pen in his hand. The floor was covered with a large piece of white paper. He was writing diligently.

Wang Jia stood in the corner, holding his sword motionless.

"Hey, don't worry. Don't you know better than anyone else whether Jiang Su will be fine? Those old monks from the Demon-Suppressing Temple are old acquaintances with her. They will never hurt her. At most, they will let her go in and practice. .”

"Black Tower Pass Demon Cultivator, what can she do to gain experience?" Wang Jia suddenly said.

After hearing this, Judge Poison just shook his head and sneered: "How do you know whether the black tower and the white tower are real or fake? That group of monks said so. Have you really seen them kill the big demon with their own hands?" Lock him in?"