My Wife Is The Leader Of A Demonic Cult

Pilu Hall.

Compared with the lively Rotation Hall, the Pilu Hall at this time was very deserted, with only the monk Fazhi and Gan Yue.

Above the main hall, there are dense cracks on the Buddha statue, as if it will burst at any time.

At the same time, black yin qi came from the base of the Buddha statue, like spring water that would spew at any time. If it wasn't blocked by a faint golden light, it might have overflowed long ago.

But even so, you can still see that the faint golden light gradually becomes dim.

And the temperature of the entire hall is extremely low, like a cold winter day, making people shiver.

"It's such a strong Yin Qi."

Gan Yue looked at the Yin Qi in front of him, and his brows became a pimple.

Such a strong yin qi has never been seen even in the piles of tombs outside the Jade Capital City, and the golden light of Buddhism cannot be restrained, which shows how terrifying it is.

Fazhi lowered his eyebrows and said, "Once the Buddha statue is broken, the sealed evil thing will come out, so this sealed thing must be suppressed again before today."

During the Obon Festival, Buddhism has a strong aura, and it is also the time when Yin Qi is at its weakest.

"I don't know how Master Fazhi wants to suppress this Yin Qi?"

Gan Yue asked in a condensed voice.

Fazhi stretched out his palm, took out a purple-gold lampstand, and said, "Originally, the Bodhi Pearl, the most precious treasure in the Western Regions, has sufficient yang energy in it, and the Buddha's meaning is profound. It is the best thing to suppress such yin qi, but it has already been lost. It has been decades, but the poor monk brought the purple-gold glazed cup, the effect is not much different from it, but it still needs the assistance of Lord Gan."

With the appearance of the purple-gold glazed cup, the originally gloomy hall became warmer.

"Okay."

Gan Yue nodded.

Fazhi then sat cross-legged and put the purple-gold glazed cup in front of him.

Afterwards, the surging internal force around his body rushed towards the wick of the purple-gold glazed lamp, only to see that the wick was infused with huge internal force, and suddenly released a rich purple-gold flame, forming streaks of golden light.

Wow! Whoa! Whoa!

The golden light shone, and the entire hall seemed to be lit up.

The originally rich yin qi suddenly became sluggish after receiving the golden light.

When Gan Yue saw this, he didn't hesitate at all, his inner strength surged towards the wick.

The internal power of the two first-rank masters was instilled, and the refining of the purple-gold glazed glass lamp transformed it into the golden light of Buddhism, the yin qi seemed to have encountered a natural enemy, and began to shrink rapidly.

The temperature of the originally gloomy hall was slowly rising.

Fazhi exhaled slightly, and with the blessing of this purple-gold glazed cup, it seemed that the seal could last for several months.

"Tatata..."

At this moment, there was a sound of footsteps outside the hall.

But because Fazhi and Gan Yue both turned their backs to the entrance of the hall, they couldn't tell who they were.

"The two of you don't need to spend so much trouble, let me handle this aura."

The man chuckled lightly, then pointed his finger forward a little.

"not good!"

Fazhi frowned upon seeing this scene.

It is definitely a master to be able to approach the Pilu Temple quietly.

Just a random point, it exploded like a violent storm, and hit the golden light directly.

"boom!"

Jin Guang was hit by this domineering attack, and it burst open in an instant, but without the suppression of Jin Guang, the Yin Qi became active again, and the madness began to spread.

"Crack!" "Crack!"

The Buddha statue, which was originally cracked, seemed to be no longer able to support it, and it was completely shattered with a 'coax'.

Almost in a blink of an eye, the yin energy like a mountain and a tsunami rushed up from the bottom of the Buddha statue.

Gan Yue's face was as cold as frost, he turned his head slowly, and saw an elegant middle-aged scholar outside the main hall.

This person is not someone else, it is Li Fuzhou.

"Who are you?"

"My surname is Li, and my name is Fuzhou."

Li Fuzhou clasped his fists with both hands and said meticulously.

"Li Fuzhou!? You are Li Fuzhou, the master of the Demon Sect!?"

A trace of astonishment appeared in Gan Yue's eyes.

The monk Fazhi on the side also raised his brows, and there was a hint of shock in his eyes.

............

In the Rotary Hall.

"Clang!"

A cold light struck from a distance, directly severing the long knife in Bian Fang's hand, and the body of the knife fell directly to the ground.

"Who!?"

A drop of cold sweat appeared on Bian Fang's forehead, and he looked in the direction of the cold light.

Not only him, everyone looked at the past in their hearts.

Who has the courage to do so! ?

Dare to do something at the Cao Gang's Demon Exorcism Conference! ?

A figure in a navy blue robe stands on the beam of the main hall, with a slender figure, unable to see his face clearly, with a long sword on his back, just by looking at it, you can tell that this person is definitely a first-class expert.

"This....this is."

When Mu Jie saw the person coming, the fear in his heart seemed to be aroused, his throat was dry and cold, and he struggled to squeeze out a few words: "Peerless swordsman!"

Mu Jie's words were like a boulder falling into the water.

"what!?"

The expressions of many masters changed drastically, like being struck by lightning.

Isn't the peerless swordsman Xue Chen dead?

"Sect Master, he...he was the swordsman that night~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Tan Yun was startled when he saw An Jing who appeared.

Zhao Qingmei also raised her brows and said, "Don't be impatient."

For some reason, she always felt that this figure was very familiar.

It seems that Xue Chen, who was killed by the Cao Gang, really has a big problem. Since the master has taken action, she is not in a hurry.

"Xiaojie, what nonsense are you talking about!"

Mu Jinglun raised his brows and shouted.

Mu Jie looked at An Jing on the roof beam and said tremblingly, "Father, he is the peerless swordsman who fought against Tie Yunshan that night. That's right, it's him!"

Mu Jie was the only one who saw the peerless swordsman and Tie Yunshan fight, and he would not fail to recognize the figure of the peerless swordsman.

Everyone looked at the man in the dark blue robe in front of them in astonishment, confused.

Guo Yuchun thought of something, and his face became extremely ugly.

"He...he is the peerless swordsman!?"

A voice broke the calm, and then the entire hall was filled with discussions.

"It turns out that he is the peerless swordsman. If you say that, then Xue Chen is just fake."

"I said, Xue Chen is only at the bottom of the tiger list, how could he kill Tie Yunshan?"

"The person in front of him is the peerless swordsman, and Xue Chen's aura is a few points worse than this person."

......

Everyone suddenly realized that the corpse that fell on the ground was not the peerless swordsman. The person in front of him was the peerless swordsman who killed Tie Yunshan. What Cao Gang killed was just a fake.

For a time, everyone's faces changed very wonderfully.

"So Xue Chen is fake." Ouyang Yu also frowned slightly.

Who would have thought that the Floating Blood Sword with a first-grade cultivation was actually a fake? And the real peerless swordsman is someone else?