Chapter 2793 Get Away (Three More)

"Hey!" Chu Li couldn't escape after all, his body froze suddenly, and a sword pierced his heart.

The old man in green robe drew out his sword, and stabbed Song Jing's heart with another sword.

Song Jing seemed to be seriously injured and unable to move, and she could only dodge by Chu Li's pulling. After Chu Li fell, she had no strength to resist, and was stabbed in the center by a sword, unable to dodge.

Song Jing covered her heart and stared at him unwillingly.

The old man sneered and said triumphantly: "You are proud enough to die under this sword!"

Blood gushed out of Chu Li's mouth, and his breath became weaker and weaker: "What... what kind of sword is this?"

"This is the sword worn by the suzerain!" The old man in green robe said solemnly: "Although it is not a precious sword, the will of the suzerain is contained in the sword. You have experienced how powerful it is!"

As he spoke, he put the sword back into its sheath carefully.

Chu Li frowned and shook his head: "Impossible!"

"What's impossible?" The other green-robed old man has a pale appearance, looks extremely bookish, and has a dignified righteousness between his brows. No matter how you look at it, it is impossible for him to be a member of the Demon Sect.

He shook his head and sighed: "You are pitiful. Being questioned by the suzerain in person, the suzerain's power is beyond your imagination. If you go against our Blood Yang Sect, you are simply seeking your own death!"

Chu Li said: "What kind of martial arts is this?"

"Naturally it is the Blood Yang Divine Art!" The old man put his hands behind his back and said, "The Blood Yang Divine Art is the supreme divine art. It has infinite power when practiced to the peak level. Your martial arts in Da Ci'en Temple are far from rivals!"

Chu Li snorted, "If you're so powerful, you won't be almost wiped out by us!"

"It's because of the disdain of the disciples that they failed to practice the Xueyang Divine Art to a high level." The Qinghuang old man stroked his beard and smiled: "With your martial arts, you are considered top masters in Da Ci'en Temple, right? But you can't stop the suzerain a sword!"

Chu Li's face was gloomy.

Another old man frowned and said, "Not dead yet?"

Logically speaking, the two guys should have died with the sword in their hearts, how could they talk so much!

He slowly drew out his long sword, ready to give them two more swords.

Chu Li stared at the ordinary-looking long sword, and snorted, "It's just a sword. If it weren't for the Nine Sun Beads, which can expel the surrounding aura, how could it possibly hurt us!"

The old man Qinghuang stroked his beard and said: "We really underestimated you, you are not only strong in cultivation, but also in protective treasures, so we lost two people, but you are still no match for the suzerain's saber!"

Chu Li said: "Apart from the Jiuyang Pearl, what other skills do you have? You can blow it up at every turn. Every Jiuyang Pearl is the blood of a martial arts master. You deserve death!"

Just like Mosari, the refining of Jiuyang Pearl is also extremely cruel and vicious, and the resentment is soaring.

"It's our ability to refine Jiuyang beads." The old man Qingqing smiled: "The Jiuyang beads refined by the two of you will definitely be stronger. Don't worry, I will greet you at the Great Mercy Temple!"

Chu Li sneered, and suddenly activated the god-binding disk.

The two of them were totally unprepared.

Without the help of spiritual energy, the god-binding disk will definitely not be activated. This kind of treasure must consume a lot of internal energy. This is basic common sense and will not be broken.

"Ding……"

The long sword that hadn't been sheathed suddenly screamed.

The old man with the sword suddenly lightened up, sneered and swung the sword again.

"Chi!" The white light flashed suddenly.

The red light of the long sword suddenly soared and collided with the white light.

The old man with the sword immediately flew backwards.

"Bang bang bang bang..." Several white lights caught up with him, and the red light on the sword rose again.

"Bang!" The sword body suddenly exploded into powder, and then the red light exploded, forming a round of red sun in the air, and then the red sun swallowed him suddenly, and then the light suddenly disappeared, and he disappeared together with the red sun.

Chu Li picked up Song Jing, swept past the stiff and motionless old man, and disappeared.

The body of the old man in Qing Dynasty was separated.

The next moment, Chu Li and Song Jing appeared on another mountain top with serious expressions.

"It's a big trouble." Chu Li sighed.

A scab had already formed on his heart, Song Jing said: "Go to the sea."

Chu Li nodded, dragging him to disappear again, appearing in the vast sea, surrounded by glaciers floating, it is a crystal clear world, the sunlight makes the glaciers shine with holy light.

Song Jing jumped into the sea and disappeared.

Chu Li sat cross-legged on a piece of crystal clear ice, using the ice as a couch, closed his eyes and remained motionless.

He was thinking about how to deal with the Blood Yang Divine Art.

The Blood-Yang Divine Art is indeed formidable. Among the many miraculous arts and secret arts, the only one that can compete is the Liuli Miaolian Sutra. The rest of the miraculous arts are all inferior to the Blood-Yang Divine Art, especially the suzerain.

The wisp of spirit on the sword is so powerful, the real body does not know how strong it is.

Fortunately, there is the Qiankun Bracelet, plus the other two treasures, otherwise there will be more bad luck, and they will kill them the most.

Fighting against a master of the Blood Yang Sect who has the Nine Sun Beads, without such a secret treasure as the Qiankun Bracelet, he will almost surely die, it is terrifying.

It was very dangerous for the masters of Da Ci'en Temple to meet the masters of the Blood Yang Sect. Thinking of this, he was quite anxious. It seemed that there was no further delay, and he had to report to the abbot immediately.

As soon as he thought about it, there was a "bang", and Song Jing jumped out of the water.

A jet of water carried her into the air, her clothes were completely dry, and the white clothes fluttered down opposite Chu Li: "What are you thinking?"

"Let's go back separately first," Chu Li said.

"Are you afraid that Da Ci'en Temple will be in danger?" Song Jing said.

She penetrated Chu Li's mind at once.

Chu Li sighed: "They have already found out our identities... Looking at it now, they have disappeared for so long, and they may become a blockbuster. It must be to sacrifice the flag."

Song Jing nodded slightly.

The Da Ci'en Temple is an excellent target for the flag sacrifice. If the Da Ci'en Temple can be destroyed, it will surely shock the world, and it will also directly kill one of the most important opponents. If the Da Ci'en Temple is caught off guard, the hope is great.

"Let's go."

Chu Li waved his hand, and the two disappeared separately.

He went directly back to his own Buddhist temple in Da Ci'en Temple, and then went out of the courtyard to the front of the Daxiong Hall.

All the monks were doing evening classes, and he stood outside motionless.

Abbot Xinji walked out of the hall slowly.

"Abbot, the disciple has something important to report!" Chu Lihe said in a deep voice.

Seeing his serious expression, Xin Ji nodded slowly, turned around and walked forward into his own Buddhist temple, the surroundings were extremely quiet, and the lingering Sanskrit sounds were faint and indistinct.

"Say it." Xinji stared at him.

Chu Li recounted his own experiences, including the fight against the Blood Yang Sect.

"Amitabha!" Xinji's face was solemn, and Heshi proclaimed the Buddha's name: "Blood Yang Sect!"

Chu Li said: "The suzerain of the Blood Yang Sect is a great person, but it is not the one who will unify the twelve sects of the Demon Sect, but I don't know. If it is not him, it would be terrible."

Heart silent, face sinking like water.

Although he didn't personally participate in the operation to exterminate the Demon Sect, he heard the previous abbot say it in detail, knowing the horror of the Demon Sect, he didn't expect it to revive so soon, which was beyond his imagination.

He thought it would take another tens of thousands of years before the Mozong could recover its vitality, the loss to the Mozong was too great last time.

"Come with me." Xin Ji turned and walked out, out of the Zen courtyard and walked towards the back mountain.