The puppy completed the task and lay on the side and watched the show with great enthusiasm. He suffered the pain of Xing Zhen and Dan Ling. Although he controlled the souls of the evil dog, he had just absorbed the essence and blood of eight people. The intensity of the blood evil spirit was like covering the iron wall.

Blood evil energy is different from blood energy. Although the difference in this word is completely opposite in form attributes. Blood evil energy comes from the blood tempered by other people's blood, which belongs to the cold and extremely violent and unstable. Blood energy comes from the vast aura of its own blood flowing. It belongs to Yang, fierce and violent and heavy killing.

The chill of the blood evil aura will invade others, and even the three bronze armored strong men will become slower as time goes by.

Xing Zhen and Dandelion did not dare to be careless, and fought against the yin and cold breath while attacking with all their strength. The consumption of internal strength was extremely serious, but the two of them did not dare to neglect the slightest.

After shattering all the blood evil aura and killing the hellhound, the three strong men immediately shattered them after relaxing, and they had reached the limit of their tolerance.

Xing Zhen and Dandelion were not much better, and they seemed to be a sure victory. At the end of the battle, the two of them were hollowed out, and they were panting and lying horizontally on the ground in a large shape.

Fortunately, the puppy kept watching the fun and did not participate in the war, otherwise a slightly stronger gangster would come at this time. It would also be easy to take Xing Zhen and Dandelion's lives.

Yang Shan, who knelt on his legs, looked at the corpses of the two brothers on the ground in pain. He moved his legs and rubbed his face against Xing Zhen, bowed and thanked him: "Thank you, the two young heroes for their help..."

There were nothing more than some polite words, Xing Zhen waved his hand to interrupt him. He apologized: "Brother Pu and I have no strength to get up. I would like to forgive me if I have any rudeness."

"The two young men are so polite. Why should I stick to etiquette if I almost lose my life? If I hadn't been able to keep my strength, even if I disregard filial piety, I would have cared back to my house to rest first."

"Everyone says that scholars are useless and can only talk about war on paper. Now it seems that it is true, it is really useless."

Dandelion returned with a breath of breath: "Young Master, you are polite. Brother Xing and I are sleeping in the open. We can't stand the rich clothes and food. If the young master doesn't mind, it would be better to allow Xing Zhen and I to give up two drinks of wine to suppress our shock."

Yangshan did not object at all and immediately agreed: "No problem, I will give the wine left by Yang Lin to you."

Xing Zhen stopped him and quipped: "There is no need for trouble for the eldest son. Brother Pu and I dare not drink their wine. Maybe there are so many poisons in it."

He weakly untied the small gourd around his waist, shook it twice, and a rustling sound of water came from inside. Xing Zhen smiled and said, "We bring our own."

Xing Zhen and Dandelion entered the mouth one after another, and the people in the world are the wine, whether they are happy or they are sad, whether they are gathered or they are dispersed.

A weak scholar in Yangshan could not feel this kind of heroic drinking. Looking at Xing Zhen and Dan Ling's actions, he was full of doubts and confusion.

The whistling sound came, and the main hall of Wencheng Temple was filled with gusts of cold wind. Xing Zhen and Dan Ling were strong as warriors, and they felt the coolness instantly blew the sweat dry.

When it fell on Yangshan, the coldness was cold all over. The weak body shuddered and subconsciously wrapped its hands around its chest and hugged its clothes tightly.

"Why did the cold and cold wind suddenly blew? I'll go outside to take a look?" Yang Shan stood up and walked out of the hall after he was confused.

After the eldest son left, Dumpling finally expressed his doubts: "How could Yangshan be so poor? Logically speaking, his family is well-off and he has no worries about food and drink, and he has no stubborn illness, so he shouldn't do this. But why do he seem to be weaker than the scholars of the cold clan now?"

Xing Zhen replied: "I don't understand, Yangshan's weakness is beyond reasonableness. It gives people a feeling of unreality."

Dandelion suddenly woke up, remembering Dali when Yangshan held him back that day. He had even more doubts in his heart, so he wanted to tell Xing Zhen.

At this time, Yangshan left and returned, panting as if returning from crossing mountains and hills. He repeatedly said: "The moon turned red, red like blood, and the temperature outside was as cold as winter. I didn't expect to be lucky enough to see the legendary blood moon, which I saw in a book. The blood moon is a very bad illumination. Every time the blood moon shines, ordinary people are restless and irritable. Things that violate laws and regulations are thousands of times that of ordinary people. Looking at this situation today, I don't know how many innocent people are suffering."

Xing Zhen saw the Blood Moon once when he captured the ghost baby. On that day, Xiao Nian was there and didn’t feel much. Today is different. As Yangshan said, even the third level warrior still felt the blood in his body restless, as if resonating with the red roulette.

Dandelion's feelings are not much different, but at this time, he has no intention of feeling the negative effects. He is completely silent to sense the negative emotions brought by the blood moon, and wait to write his personal experience into his personal notes in the future.

A "bang" sounded suddenly, and the dark coffin was split into pieces. The wooden board chips sputtered in all directions, and a powerful opportunity broke out in the coffin.

The spiritual energy rippled out and raged the space inside the hall. Xing Zhen, Dandelion, Yangshan and the puppies were blown away at the same time like a kite with broken strings.

"Hehehehehehehe" cold laughter came out, and the smoke and dust filled the explosion of the coffin dissipated. A hunched and thin old man appeared, holding a dying woman in his hand.

Yang Shan, who fell to the ground, shouted excitedly: "Father, fourth sister!"

The thin old man glanced at Yangshan, his eyes full of disdain. Then he ignored his "big son", but lowered his head and glared at the fourth brother Yang Rong who was holding it in his hand.

Without any warning, he slapped Yang Rong on the cheek, and then scolded angrily: "I dare to hit the coffin to warn you. If you were not required to live, you would not let your breathing until now.

The thin old man ignored Xing Zhen and others on the ground, and carried Yang Rong straight to the great scholar Wen Chengyan worshipped in the center of the hall.

The woman in her hand was lifted, and her fingers slid and the cold light burst out, cutting Yang Rong's wrist in an instant. The hot blood overflowed and fell to the middle of the eyebrows of the temple like a trickle of water.

The shocked Yangshan stood up and rushed out, shouting loudly: "Dad, that's your favorite fourth sister. Stop it quickly, otherwise it will kill the fourth sister."

The thin old man was fully concerned about the temple statue and replied coldly to Yangshan’s reminder: “Danji.”

The spiritual energy around the body seemed to surge out as if it were physically grounded, covering about an inch of the whole body. Yangshan, who had been flying there, rushed straight into the torrent of spiritual energy. It was like hitting an iron plate, and its body flew backwards in an instant. Then it fell heavily to the ground, and the quartz slab cracked into pieces.

The thin old man whispered: "Huh? His body is intact."

Xing Zhen could see clearly, and turned his head to look at Dandelion. The latter said helplessly: "I can't take care of it. The Landlord possessed Yang Runtu. It seems that he is going to perform a blood sacrifice on the night of the Blood Moon. Although he doesn't know what he wants to do, it is definitely not a good thing. You and I must stop it."

Xing Zhen was much calmer and said calmly: "You are right."

The young man with swordsman suddenly rose up, and the real punching style of the mountain was used together. He only advanced but did not retreat and fearlessly played the powerful enemy to the extreme, and his dark face was full of perseverance. Even if you were strong, I still dared to punch.

The Dandelion, who followed closely behind, appeared with the black and white clock of the puppy. The separation was one on the left and one on the right, and the companions were not afraid of themselves or themselves.

Yang Runtu, possessed by the Land Lord, did not look at the other people in the hall from beginning to end. He sneered casually: "Haha, do young people nowadays like to hide their weaknesses?"

On the lower head, my eyes suddenly became as dark as ink. The whites in my eyes were gone, like a dark lake water that was deep and rippled.

The spiritual energy around the body surged, and ripples rose and fell one after another. The spiritual energy also turned from being transparent like flowing water to become pitch black like ink to block the light.

As the surging flowed, three big fists roared out, rushing towards Xing Zhen, Dandelion and Black and White Bell respectively. The spiritual fists were as fast as lightning, and they rushed towards the three of them in the blink of an eye.

Dandelion and the black and white clock are comparable to the spiritual fist. However, only Xing Zhen, who is in the three realms, is the most difficult to collide with one strike.

The confrontation between breathing was unable to follow the heart, and Xing Zhen, who made up his mind to advance but not retreat. His fist shifted to avoid it and took the blow from the spiritual fist with his chest.

With the protection of the inner armor, Xing Zhen was safe and sound. His body paused for a moment and attacked again, and the real boxing style and the mountain style were used in the same way. The young man with the sword continued to rush forward.

The thin old man was even more surprised. He looked at the temple statue stained with blood from his virginity and said with satisfaction: "You are doomed today, and you are not in a hurry to do this. My literary courage will be mine sooner or later. After eating your literary courage, the guys in the apricot tree can be captured with no means."

He put down the temple statue in front of him, and finally raised his head to look at Xing Zhen and others. He praised him without hesitation: "It's not bad, it's a bit interesting. Since you insist on obstructing you, it's time to fulfill your wishes."

The thin old man looked around the hall from a high place, and at some point Yangshan's figure disappeared. The ant didn't need to be too concerned, but it still made the old man lose his patience.

His face was a bit ferocious, and his black spiritual energy was surging more and more violently. There were roars in the shock, circling around the empty hall.

Thousands of black fists in Chengbai appeared one after another, flashing slightly, and then shot out like arrow feathers. A wave of shooting was dense, and the huge worship hall seemed to be occupied by black fists.

The thin old man was determined to kill Xing Zhen and others first, and ignored the temple statue under his feet. Under the bright red blood, a faint golden light spot appeared.

Xing Zhen saw it clearly and shouted: "Little puppy, please control the black and white bell to protect you and Brother Pu. Don't worry about me."

The puppy obeyed Xing Zhen's words and controlled the half-black and half-white bell to fall, covering Dandelion and himself.

I could only hear the jingle outside the bell, as dense as raindrops. The black and white bell was as perseverance as Mount Tai, and I was majestic in the wind and rain.

Looking at the young man Xing Zhen who was carrying the sword, he did not retreat but advanced but promoted. He was no longer brave enough to move forward, but the fist style was calm and unremitting.

The true boxing style and the Zhenhai style are used together, and the superimposed boxing force has not been released. The young man with swordsman is like a light leaf in the wind, swaying and swaying, and the left and right leads out.

Xing Zhen is just to move forward, and if he can resist, he will resist. The fist cannot be hard and dodged. The sword is no longer available. However, it does not delay the pace of using the drunk sword. It seems that it will fall at any time, but it is dangerously avoiding the dark fist again and again.

In addition to the inner armor protection, the young man who had a sword without raising his fists to attack and kill him slowly in the bombardment of raindrops.

Yang Runtu, possessed by the Land Lord, was increasingly concerned about this young man who was not very handsome. He ignored the temple statue under his feet and thought to kill this person first.

He lowered his head and glanced at Yang Rong, who looked as pale as paper and fainted. He threw it on the temple statue and cursed: "I'm useless, I'm pitiful."

He ignored the waste in his eyes and took out a copper-colored Shen Yong tailor-made armor from his arms. The golden and red little man decomposed and enlarged it, and pieces were applied to Yang Runtu's body.

The thin old man transformed into a man wearing armor. His dark spiritual energy was poured back, and the golden and red armor became as dark as ink.

When the last long knife was held in his hand, it turned completely dark. Yang Runtu stretched out his body, his bones were moving, and his face was filled with a sense of pleasure and comfort.

The long sword slashed out with a sensation, and it slashed out again, and more than a hundred black fists appeared. The third sword slashed out, and the hurricane wrinkled.

A stinging knife light came in response, and Xing Zhen's clothes instantly shattered. After the dark inner armor splashed, a crack was sunk.

Xing Zhen twitched the corner of his mouth, pressing down the blood that surged upward due to the vibration of the internal organs. He raised his fist to bombard him and walked forward in the fist forest.
Chapter completed!