Chapter 2864                                                                                                                            �

The entire town, including several hills around a hundred miles away, were stained red by the blood of the Great Sage.

The huge energy contained in the Great Saint's blood is even better than magma. It should have allowed the soil to burn and the ice and snow to melt. However, here, all blood seems to have lost its energy, just like red water.

The one-eyed gray-robed old man stood in the center of blood and did not take any action. His eyes fell on the four beautiful and delicious posters in the Twelve Squares of the Goddess. He was not in the mood to appreciate the beauty and smiled fiercely: "They are all dead, and the things are not on them. So, on you?"

The four posters are all top saints and are arrogant in the world, but now they are all fascinated.

I want to escape, but I know I can never escape.

The other party not only has strong cultivation, but also has ruthless means.

After all, the Great Sage and the Pseudo-God are still too big.

Ye Manman forced himself to suppress his fear and said, "The thing is not on us."

"All of this has come to this point, and I still want to deceive me?"

The one-eyed gray-robed old man smiled and said, "Actually, there is no need for you to do this. Anyway, that thing will return to the hands of the Goddess Twelve Squares in the end."

Ye Manman's eyes were resolute and said, "All this point, why should I deceive a false god? If you insist on forcing each other, I can only explode the holy source and die together. With my spiritual power, it is difficult for you to stop me, right?"

"Why? My master wants to make friends with the goddess Twelve Squares, not evil."

The one-eyed old man in gray robe was obviously still a little afraid. When he said this, his body was like a black wind and he quickly retreated.

The two war servants who were originally standing behind him rushed forward.

"Our purpose is to seize that thing and not hurt the lives of the four posters." The one-eyed gray-robed old man gave this command. At the same time, his spirit was radiating out, forming a field of spirit, entangling the four goddesses, Twelve Sages who were about to escape.

"What if they hid their things?" asked a war servant.

The one-eyed gray-robed old man said coldly: "Then search for the soul."

The four posters naturally refused to sit and wait for death. Once the soul is searched, the impact on the cultivation foundation is small, and the secret of the goddess Twelve Squares is exposed. After they go back, they will be dead.

But, suppressed by the aura of a pseudo-god, how could they be the opponents of the two great saints of the Dark Temple?

A moment later, the woman holding the flute was beaten by a war servant and fell from mid-air. Before she could even land on the ground, she was grabbed by the big hand like a palm-shaped palm-shaped fan and pressed heavily on the ground.

His five fingers were like iron bars, which made her unable to move.

Under the severe injury, her protective Taoist domain shattered, and her red lips vomited blood.

The war servant's other hand, black electric current radiated from the tip of his five fingers, grabbed the head of the woman holding the flute, trying to search for the soul.

"Lu Yi."

Ye Manman flew over quickly, trying to save the woman holding the flute, but was thrust by the one-eyed gray-robed old man with a whip. His chest felt like he was slashed by a knife, and a deep blood mark appeared.

The remaining two posters, even if they burn the holy blood, could only compete with the other war servant if they tried their best.

Accompanied by the laughter of the war servants in the dark temple, the woman holding the flute struggled in pain, but she seemed so powerless and delicate like a little Aries forced into the corner by a hungry wolf.

"Your dark temple is too bullying..." said the woman holding the flute.

"Bang!"

A sound of wood hitting came from the inn.

The sound waves were like huge waves, piercing through the aura of the one-eyed gray-robed old man, hitting the war servant who was pressing on the woman holding the flute, and lifting it away. He rolled back, and his body was originally a human body, and his skin shattered and turned into a black alien beast dozens of meters high.

Another war servant was also hit by the sound wave and turned into a huge saint-level alien beast.

In an instant, this snowy world stained with blood became silent.

Only the sound of wind and snow remained.

"this……"

The one-eyed old man in gray robe, two great saint-level beasts, and the four owners of the Twelve Squares of the Goddess, all stared at the inn, shocked.

After a moment.

"Haha, I really didn't expect that there was a master. Then the thing must be on you!"

The old man in the one-eyed gray robe looked dark and his arms waved.

Suddenly, two great saint-level beasts roared to the sky, their bodies surging black thunder and lightning, and their four legs kicked the ground, bursting out with a shocking battle power, rushing towards the inn that had already tilted.

The two beasts are getting bigger and bigger.

One claw is as huge as an inn.

However, before they rushed forward, their bodies cracked and flew backwards.

When it landed on the ground, the two great saint-level beasts had turned into dust and sand, even the holy bones and the holy source were no exception.

Seeing this scene, the old man in one-eyed gray robe was completely shocked, his hair was numb and his body was cold.

The four posters looked at each other, their eyes full of incredible.

Zhang Ruochen walked out of the inn holding two pieces of wooden clappers.

It was originally a sunken and collapsed town, rising upwards, the ground became flat, and when the ground cracked, everything returned to its original appearance.

Zhang Ruochen sat on the stone under the old locust tree, knocking on his own, and humming softly.

"Bang!Bang!Bang..."

It was just two pieces of wood, but it hit a mysterious rhythm, like a collision of pearls and jade, like pouring rain, like thunder in the sky and the earth, like the wind, clouds and mist.

The four main buildings of the Goddess Twelve Squares use pipa, flute, harp and sheng as warriors, so they are naturally the music masters.

However, they had never seen the musical instrument in the old man's hand.

The music played by the instrument is not as good as the white snow, but it contains the great way of the world, which is in line with the heaven and earth, and can directly hit the soul of the monk and shock the heart.

Thunder came and they were trembling all over.

The breeze blew, and they felt unprecedented comfort in their bodies, and the injuries they had suffered before no longer felt pain.

The heavy rain fell, and they couldn't help but reach out to cover the rain.

...

In fact, there was no thunder, breeze, or heavy rain, but they were just immersed in Zhang Ruochen's music. Zhang Ruochen did not use illusions, they were lost in the illusion they imagined, and even forgot that they had the cultivation level of the Great Saint.

They woke up until Zhang Ruochen stopped.

"What a powerful musical attainment, such a simple and clumsy musical instrument, can actually play such an intoxicating song." The woman holding the flute named Lu Yi sighed so deeply.

"Where is this still a song? This is already entering the Tao with music and reaching a state that we cannot understand."

"I'm afraid, he is a senior expert in the divine realm!"

...

The four women all showed respectful expressions in their eyes.

The other party played a song like this, obviously he didn't want to continue killing.

With the music that is in line with the way of heaven, they will retreat in a difficult situation.

The one-eyed gray-robed old man was already scared, so he hurriedly stepped forward, bowed and said, "I'm going to see the Moyuntu of the Dark Temple. I'll pay homage to the senior. I have no objection to the previous one's cultivation. However, my master is bound to win that thing. I don't know that senior, maybe I'll leave my name? After I go back, I'll have an explanation."

Zhang Ruochen said: "Who is your master?"

"My master is one of the twelve spiritual gods in the Dark Temple, Qingxuan." When the one-eyed gray-robed old man said this, his eyes showed a proud look.

I even feel that if the other party is sensible, he should take the initiative to hand over the things.

After all, how many monks in the world dare to offend the Dark Temple?

Of course, even fewer people dare to be enemies of Qingxuan Lingshen.

Zhang Ruochen said, "Then go back and tell your master that the things are not on me. As for my name, you don't need to know!"

The old man with one-eyed gray robe looked dark, but he didn't dare to make an attack and said, "Okay! I will tell the master this in its entirety."

The one-eyed gray-robed old man turned into a divine light, soared into the sky and disappeared into the clouds.

Lu Yi, a woman holding the flute, was wearing a bright blue dress, with crystal clear skin as jade, but there were still blood marks on the corners of her mouth.

She came outside the inn, bowed to Zhang Ruochen, and said, "My younger brother Lu Yi, I didn't expect that the senior is a peerless master. He offended many of them before, so please don't blame him."

"Senior, if he were such a petty person, how could he save you before?" The woman holding the harp chuckled.

There was no longer a hint of coldness on Lu Yi's face, and she said with great respect: "That's right, I would like to thank you for your life-saving kindness."

"It's okay, save you, just because you have some connection with your Goddess Twelve Squares, and you can't turn a blind eye. Now you can leave!" Zhang Ruochen waved his sleeves, turned around and walked into the inn, and said, "Remember to clean up the outside, don't affect the tranquility of this town."

The four posters stood outside, communicated with each other, but in the end, they did not leave.

The sheng and the woman holding the harp went to clean up the battlefield.

Ye Manman and Lu Yi walked into the inn, but saw the old senior carrying a bundle of fodder and feeding the scalpers.

Ye Manman's voice was soft and pleasant, and she smiled and said, "It turns out that the senior is actually a god here in the world. It's a pity that Meng Sheng thought you were a mortal, and he came to the door by himself."

Zhang Ruochen ignored them and went to the well to fetch water, preparing to make a fire and cook.

"Senior, I'll help you."
To be continued...