First Class Taoist Gate

Ordinary experts at the Bone Yield realm are no threat to Zhang Bairen. There will be no problem with killing as many as they come.

The leader slowly fell to the ground, his eyes fixed on Zhang Bairen.

The long sword returned in an instant, with a little disdain in his eyes: "The Sanhe Gang actually sent this kind of stuff to trouble me. It simply doesn't put the poor way in its eyes."

"Although the young man is famous, he is only five years old. A normal person can carry a river cart at five years old? The young man is probably the only one in the world." Chunyang walked in and looked at the ground. The corpse, the palm of the hand gently hid the talisman, a pair of eyes looked at Zhang Bairen with ripples: "Now you know, the guys in the Sanhe Gang are all desperadoes, and they will never take into account your identity and status. The governor and chief governor of the Military Secret Mansion violated the interests of this group of desperadoes, and these people dared to stroke the tiger's beard."

Standing in the field, Zhang Bairen turned somber and walked towards the village.

"Hey, what are you going to do, don't you go to the Sanhe Gang?" Taoist Chunyang was taken aback.

"I went to the door and asked the Sanhe Gang whether it was false, and now I will give the Sanhe Gang some colors to solve the hatred in my heart." Zhang Bairen walked towards the village coldly: "When I kill the evil **** in the village, knock on the mountain to shake the tiger and give these guys some points. Look at the color, Lao Tzu is not easy to provoke. The gods here do evil, since they hit my hands, how can they be spared."

When the Taoist Chunyang heard this, he was still trying to persuade Zhang Bairen, who had already gone far.

In the village

An ordinary small temple, there is only one temple. At this time, men, women, and children from the village gathered in front of the temple. A woman wearing red cedar and the first group of red hijabs was tightly **** with cloth in her mouth. She was constantly twisting her body to resist, but was caught by the strong man in the village. Give it a hold.

The clothes on the temple wished to be unreasonable, like Buddha and not Buddha, with strange accessories tied to his head. At this time, he came to the lady, smiled, and said calmly: "Okay, everyone, go back! This woman The official will personally enshrine it to the gods to enjoy."

"Asshole, you treachery villain, I'm fighting with you!" Li Laosan took a hatchet and rushed out of the crowd, slashing towards Miaozhu.

"Photo" Miaozhu's eyes shot out a white light, and Li Laosan's body was actually fixed there, and the hatchet in his hand fell to the ground and collapsed.

"To tie him up, he dared to offend the divine might, and later tied him to a fire stand to purify his body and soul." There was a cold light in the eyes of the sacrifice.

On the ground, the old lady of Li Sanjia was struggling harder, constantly twisting and tossing back and forth, but she was firmly held by the palms of the man who looked like an old tree. Even at this time, the two men wished the lady to toss so hard that they could still get stuck. Some oil.

"This is the temple of the god" Zhang Bairen stood outside the crowd, watching the farce in the scene, smiled coldly, walked in from one side, and walked directly into the scene.

"Stop!" The village chief scolded, "Any child who dares to run around indiscriminately, disturbing the purity of the gods. If they collide with the gods, who can bear the responsibility."

Zhang Bairen ignored the reason, and continued to walk. Miaozhu smiled, his colorful face was distorted: "Who's hairy boy, dare to walk around, I see the gods that this boy is very energetic* He wants to accept his soul. Be a boy, you can't wait to take it down quickly."

The village chief waved his hand, and the two strong men rushed into the court and grabbed Zhang Bairen.

"Swish"

I saw a pike across the void, and then a little bit of blood spattered out, and the two men stubbornly covered their necks and slowly fell to the ground.

Without saying a word, Zhang Bairen drew his sword and killed people, and immediately stunned everyone in the field.

Even if the people here are sturdy, everyone has seen blood because of the influence of the Sanhe Gang, but it is the first time to see such a cruel man, especially after seeing Zhang Bairen's age.

Without giving the village chief a chance to speak, Zhang Bairen's long sword had turned into a sword flower and pierced into the opponent's throat.

"It's not a pity to die for a tiger!" Zhang Bairen withdrew his sword, without looking at the village chief who was slowly falling to the ground, his eyes looked at the temple.

"Killed!"

"Killed!"

Some villagers reacted and started yelling, and the crowd became disordered and restless.

"Presumptuous! How can you kill and tarnish the power in front of the gods!" There was a faint gleam in the eyes of the sacrifice.

Zhang Bairen didn't dare to give the other party time to perform other magic, and the sword intent directly enveloped and suppressed it.

There are so many different kinds of magic and magical powers in this world, and the people who capsized the ship under the carelessness do not know where they are. How could Zhang Bairen do such stupid things.

"puff!"

The casting of the spell was interrupted, blood spurted from the sacrificial mouth, Zhang Bairen's wrist shook unhurriedly, and the streamer of swordsman cut across Miaozhu's throat.

"It's not a pity to endanger one party!" Zhang Bairen smiled coldly.

At this moment, I saw the temple's clay sculptures vibrate, and they came alive, sounding like thunder shaking a radius of ten miles: "Bold, daring to be presumptuous in the dojo of the deity, you mortal are bored with life."

"God! It's not the first time I've killed!" Zhang Bairen showed his white teeth, stepped forward and cut towards the clay sculpture: "As a heavenly god, you dare to act as a tiger, and collude with the Sanhe Gang and other rat generations. Don't bless you. It’s nothing more than the people on one side, and they dare to dominate the blessing. Since you hit the hands of a Taoist today, it’s your death date."

The sword intent of Zhuxian shrouded, and the god's mind was shaken for a short time, and only felt that the world was vast and the universe was vast. This sword occupied the entire world. Although the world was big, there was no place to escape, and even the magical powers could not be used.

"Waste! Just a small rural god, dare to mess with me!" Zhang Bairen's sword light across the neck of the clay sculpture, he saw Dou Da's head soaring into the sky, and the whole clay was deposited on the ground into sand.

The four divine swords cheered behind, and the power of the gods was swallowed by them.

A piece of golden paper fell in the sky and was held by Zhang Bairen.

"God position!" Zhang Bairen showed a thoughtful look.

The only difference between the righteous **** and the evil **** of Heavenly Court's forgiveness is this divine position, other than that, the difference between the two is not big, and the abilities are similar.

"He killed the village chief, the temple god, and even the **** master. The heavenly court will condemn us and wait. Don't tell him to leave, otherwise the heavenly court will condemn me and I won't wait for death." A villager said Shouting.

Zhang Bairen just sneered at the villagers' shouts, and the long sword was sheathed into the temple to search, and the minzhimin ointment from the gods was loaded into the baggage, looking at the yellow-skinned villagers outside the temple, looking at himself angrily. , The crowd was noisy, Zhang Bairen smiled and walked straight to the crowd.

Although the villagers yelled fiercely~www.wuxiaspot.com~, they really dared to come out and intercept them, and none of them were.

"A group of fools deserve you to be harmed by gods. Had the Sanhe Gang smashed into Lao Tzu's hands, the ghosts would have helped you" Zhang Bairen cursed in his heart.

As he was talking, suddenly a villager stood up and shouted: "Stop! You will leave me waiting for the money."

"Are you waiting for money?" Zhang Bairen paused, turned around and looked at the yellow-skinned, greedy villager in his eyes.

"Forget it! Forget it! Don't worry about him. You kill Zhengshen. Someone will come down to inspect the temple later. Let's leave quickly." Chunyang on the side saw Zhang Bairen cutting the watermelon and usually all the gods and temples. It was chopped, and at this time he was competing with the villagers and quickly came over to pull Zhang Bairen.

"It's all a group of people who are bullying and fearing hard work, not to be afraid!" Zhang Bairen carried the package and went away amidst the shouts of everyone.

"Kill the god, I'm afraid there will be trouble." Chunyang took Zhang Bairen out of the village.

"The magical power of the hand that the temple wished was good, but unfortunately I didn't find a way to cultivate" Zhang Bairen carried the package.

"Yuan She wins the light" Chunyang said: "The magical power of that Taoist cultivation is called: Yuan She wins the light. Even if he cultivates to the realm of Dacheng, he can be fixed even as a real Yang Shen. However, this kind of magical power is not something that can be cultivated, but a natural blood. It’s a pity that the temple has never worshipped Taoism, otherwise it will be cultivated as a seedling."

"Yuan She Shengguang" Zhang Bairen shook his head: "I have never heard of it."

"Then have you heard of the mouse short-sighted?" Chunyang said.

"I have heard of this, is there any connection between the two?" Zhang Bairen asked in confusion.

"This round She Shengguang is a weakened version of the mouse's short-sightedness! The temple blessing looks extraordinary from the ancestors, and actually has the blood of the ancient treasure hunting rat," Chunyang Taoist said strangely.

As he was speaking, the sky suddenly changed, and Taoist Chunyang was shocked: "I'm afraid it's trouble."