Zhan Wuque directly searched the four people's souls, and all those who had been stained with innocent blood in their hands were removed on the spot.

After a while, the four of them died one after another at Zhan Wuque's hands.

These four people are not good things. It has been less than a year since they entered the Black Soul Temple. They have been cheating outside, bullying good women, bullying newcomers inside, bullying the weak, and doing all the bad things. Zhan Wuque will naturally not let them go.

Seeing this, Jingwu clasped his hands together and silently recited Amitabha Buddha without saying much.

He knew that Zhan Wuque was responsible for his work. The two little novice monks who were knocked unconscious before. After Zhan Wuque searched the soul, he found that both of them had just entered the Black Soul Temple and had never done anything that was harmful to the world, so he did not kill them, but tied them up.

Black rattans shot out from Zhan Wuque's wrist, like a javelin thrown out, quickly and accurately inserted into several corpses.

Soon, the essence and blood of the corpse quickly shriveled down at a speed visible to the naked eye.

When the rattan retracted, only a few mummies were left on the spot, and they were burned by Zhan Wuque.

The two quickly left the alley and found an inn as their destination.

In the room.

Zhan Wuque's face kept changing, and a crackling sound of bone cracking came from his body.

Soon, a brand new "Jianzhen" appeared.

"Master, just stay in the inn and wait for me, and I'll go to Black Soul Temple to inquire."

Zhan Wuquedao.

"Yes." Jingwu nodded.

He also knew the situation was special.

If you want to inquire about information, you must use a special identity. A mere novice monk, and many places do not even have the qualifications to enter.

Now, Zhan Wuque has become Jianzhen, as a real disciple of the Black Soul Temple, I think he can get in touch with some things that little novice monks cannot reach.

Zhan Wuque changed into Jianzhen's monk's robe and walked out of the inn.

Soon, he came to the Black Soul Temple again.

Along the way, both believers and novice monks bowed slightly to him to show respect.

Because there is a golden flow pattern on the corner of Jianzhen monk's robe.

This shows that Jianzhen is a true disciple who has obtained the power of evil Buddha.

With Jianzhen's identity, Zhan Wuque's behavior went smoother, and he went straight to the backyard and began to inquire about the news.

At this moment, deep in the backyard of Black Soul Temple, there was a stone chamber under a rockery a hundred feet deep underground.

A soul shadow emitting a rich black body was floating cross-legged in the air.

Not far away, two thin old monks were knocking on the wooden fish in their hands rhythmically.

"Clang~Clang~Clang!"

The sound of the wooden fish hitting seemed to have a certain melody, and circles of ripples visible to the naked eye swept around.

But the ripples did not spread out of the stone chamber, but quickly rebounded back after contacting the stone wall, and kept interlacing and echoing in the stone chamber.

Whenever those ripples touch the soul shadow in the air, they will disappear strangely, and at the same time, the soul shadow will condense a little.

And this scene has lasted for five days.

After half a stick of incense, the two old monks stopped.

The soul shadow in the air suddenly opened his eyes, and an invisible wave slowly emanated from his body.

That is the power that only the strong martial masters masters have mastered!

"I really want to thank the two fellow Taoists this time, otherwise my injury would not have been suppressed so quickly!"

Soul Shadow clasped her fists.

If Zhan Wuque is here, he will definitely be shocked.

Because this soul shadow is the mysterious man who occupies the body of the tenth elder.

Natality, Rakshasa!

"Amitabha, it's too strange to say this. We are old friends for many years."

One of the old monks spoke.

His Buddha's name is Wuchen, and next to him is the abbot of the Black Soul Temple. His Buddha's name is Wukong, and he is his senior brother.

Both of them are real martial masters.

Just now, the two of them used the power of the evil Buddha to heal the Rakshasa.

"How does Donald Luo feel now?"

Wukong asked.

"The injury was temporarily suppressed, but I only have a soul and no physical body, and my strength cannot be even exerted in one of the whole family!"

Rakshasa's face looked a little ugly.

"That's easy."

Wukong took out a music transmission note, recited it silently, and then Wufeng spontaneously ignited.

Soon, a middle-aged monk walked down.

The monk named Huijue, has thick eyebrows and big eyes, tall and thin body, and has reached the level of martial arts and spiritual cultivation, and has reached the peak of martial spirit!

"Host, what's the matter if you call me?"

Huijue folded his hands together and lowered his head slightly.

"There is nothing important, I just want to borrow your body for use."

Wukong had a strange smile on his lips. Before Huijue could react, his body was suppressed by Wukong's power.

"Host, what are you doing?!"

Huijue burst out with all his strength, but he still couldn't break free.

"Amitabha, donor Luo, this is a new body prepared for you, please!"

Wukong reached out to signal.

"Master Wukong is really refreshing, it's good. By the way, I can replenish my soul power, but then I'm disrespectful, hahaha."

Amid the laughter, Rakshasa sank directly into Huijue's head.

Soon, Huijue's face showed a look of struggle and pain, her fists were clenched, her eyes burst, and her forehead was covered with blue veins.

But this situation did not last long. With a burst of crawling chewing and screams, "Huijue" blinked his eyes suddenly and moved his hands and feet a few times.

"This body is pretty good." "Huijue" said to himself.

"That's of course," Wu Chen smiled, "This physical body was specially prepared for Mr. Luo. The body refining Buddhist scripture "Vajra Fulong Jue" in this sect has nine levels. This physical body has been cultivated to the sixth level, and the power of the physical body alone is not weaker than that of ordinary sixth-level monsters."

"I was originally planning to let Huijue practice to the seventh level before letting the donor take over the body, but I didn't expect that the human calculation was worse than the heaven's calculation, so the donor actually came back early."

Wukong shook his head.

Back then, they had an agreement and had transactions that outsiders didn't know about.

The Black Soul Temple promised to prepare a good body for Rakshasa to take over the body.

As for the physical body, there are many requirements. First of all, the qualifications of martial arts must be high, and secondly, the practice of body refining skills must be practiced. As for the realm of martial arts, it is best to reach the realm of half-step martial arts master.

As for Huijue, only the first condition was met, and neither of the latter conditions was met.

"It's not because of that little bastard!"

When Rakshasa thought of Zhan Wuque, he felt angry.

Originally, he could still continue to lurk in Guiyi Jian Sect, but because of Zhan Wuque's appearance, his identity was exposed, so he had to leave.

After leaving, he went straight to Lingdong, Black Soul Temple.

With the help of the Wukong brothers, his injuries were gradually suppressed.

Now we have found a new host, Huijue.

The martial arts qualifications and physical strength of this body both met the standards expected by Rakshasa. The only thing that disappointed him was that Huijue was not a half-step martial master.

Otherwise, after he completely adapts to this physical body, he can try to break through to the Martial Lord.

"Forget it, just do it."

Rakshasa shook his head.

It's so far, it's useless to say more.

"Amitabha, since this is the case, Donald Luo should also fulfill his promise and hand over the remaining exercises."
Chapter completed!