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Chapter 190 Mr. Lin, hurry up and come back quickly!

"Crooked devils!"

In Jiangzhou City, when the old monks from the ancient Buddhist temple saw this scene outside, their expressions changed drastically and they became angry. Seeing that many of the fallen people were disciples of the ancient Buddhist temple, they opened their mouths and shouted angrily. .

Some of the old monks had already rushed over.

There are about 20 weird men in black robes, all of them look weird. If you look closely, you will find that there are many corpse spots on the surface of their skin. It is obvious that they are a group of dead people!
But a group of dead people can use their methods here to kill people, which makes people feel numb.

Those who were closer to the men in black robes and were lucky enough to escape immediately fled far away. There were too many people on the field, and it was impossible for the men in black robes to focus on those who escaped.

They were lucky, but when they ran less than ten steps away, white bone spurs suddenly grew out of the mound in front of them. These thorn-like bone spurs were four to five meters high, and each bone spur was dripping with water. Some of the blood was the blood of the creatures he had just drank.

"No one can escape, they will all die!"

The man in black robe made a strange noise, and the words spoken in a hoarse voice directly sentenced these people to death.

The bone spurs blocked everyone's escape route. Some people with a slightly higher level of cultivation still wanted to escape in the air, but when people reached mid-air, the bone spurs actually grew automatically and intercepted them!
The bone spurs penetrated into their hearts one by one, stirring continuously in the heart area, causing them to scream miserably.

The people below who were surrounded by bone spurs were in despair. The strength displayed by these twenty men in black robes was too powerful. They didn't even have the ability to resist at all. This was more difficult to deal with than the evil spirits they had encountered before. Much.

"Monster, die!"

These scenes unfolded in just a blink of an eye, and several old monks from the ancient Buddhist temple had already arrived one after another.

The leading monk let out a loud shout, and the golden light from his palms rose up, turning into a Buddha seal and hitting a man in black robes fiercely.

"The Vajra Seal of Wrath! I accidentally saw an eminent monk perform it when I was studying in the temple. I'm saved!"

In the crowd, some people saw this scene and exclaimed, their tone seemed to be relaxed. What they were most afraid of was that the old monks in the ancient Buddhist temple ignored them. After all, the man in black robe looked very powerful, and there were so many of them. , the few old monks in the ancient Buddhist temple could not save him.

Their only thought was that this was the territory of Caijiang Prefecture, the base camp of Mr. Lin. Maybe even if Mr. Lin didn't take action, there should be a lot of talents under him.

As a result, unexpectedly, these old monks from the ancient Buddhist temple actually took action.

When they first visited the ancient Buddhist temple, most of the strangers went there with the intention of learning some immortality methods. They did not think about anything else at all, let alone serving the master. They originally had no sense of belonging, but now they see these old people. The monk was actually willing to fight against this group of evil spirits who seemed to be difficult to deal with, and they were naturally moved.

Although they also know that the ancient Buddhist temple is concerned about some reputation and the like, the most indispensable thing in the world is people, and they don't need to worry about so much.

"quack……"

As the group of people were in a trance, the man in black robe let out a strange laugh, and a bone spur passed through the air, instantly piercing the leading old monk!
A large amount of blood instantly fell from the air and spread all over the place!
Then, the old monk's body also fell. His eyes were wide open, his expression was horrified, his mouth was open, his heart was empty, and he could see the frightened and confused crowd opposite.

An old monk from an ancient Buddhist temple, a big shot rarely seen in ordinary times, was actually killed instantly by a bone spur? !

The crowd exploded in an instant, and the confidence they had just raised dissipated without a trace again. Everyone panicked again, running around, but no matter how hard they struggled, they could never leave the circle set up by the bone spurs, just like a group of pigs. They were running around headlessly like cubs.

"Amitabha, life and death are all determined. I don't want to escape the disaster of Rakshasa, but I still can't escape another disaster..."

The old abbot of the ancient Buddhist temple saw the death of one of his uncles. He squinted his eyes slightly and sighed. It is not difficult to hear the epiphany of some things in his words. Over the years, he has seen so many partings of life and death, and it has long been regarded as a destiny.

Several other old monks also said Amitabha Buddha in unison, but did not retreat and still surrounded the man in black robes. However, this time, they were obviously more cautious. Several old monks gathered together to form a large formation, a golden line. A large golden clock like a bell hovered above their heads. It looked indestructible and could block all attacks.

The old abbot was sitting in the formation, reciting sutras, and Buddhist sutra prints came out from his mouth one after another, flying around the golden bell.

The same was true for several old monks nearby. The golden bell began to gradually become larger, and the entire bell looked thicker.

"Several old monks from this ancient Buddhist temple teamed up, and I don't know if they are the opponents of these strange people..."

On the top of the city, Qin Tian watched this scene and couldn't help but mutter. He was frightened by the methods of those weirdos before. This was outside the city. If it happened inside the city, there would definitely be rivers of blood.

However, according to the thinking of this group of weirdos, they should regard the creatures as supplements. They think that they have eaten up all the supplements outside before eating those in the city.

Thinking about it, Qin Tian began to feel upset again. If these old monks couldn't defeat these weirdos, and his uncle was away, who would stop these weirdos when they entered the city?
Rely on him?That's definitely not going to work. He can't even defeat an old monk from an ancient Buddhist temple, let alone a weirdo who can kill the old monk instantly. How about relying on Dianshan, Liu Zongyan and the others?Or that evil spirit and ghost?Or will Xu Qianyuan and Wang Jinsheng use the Yin-Yang Bridge to deal with these weirdos?

No matter how he thought about it, Qin Tian felt that it was unreliable and that it was a gift, so he became even more anxious.

Baili Yue next to him glanced at Qin Tian. He could see Qin Tian's impatience and sighed in his heart. It seemed that Mr. Lin was really not in Jiangzhou, otherwise Qin Tian wouldn't be so anxious. He sighed. , said: "These can no longer be called human beings. I feel the breath of corpses on their bodies. I, the Changsheng Palace, often deal with corpses, and I am very familiar with this. Moreover, I also felt a very strong smell in the Changsheng Palace before. The familiar aura is exactly the same as theirs, I think these strange things came from the Palace of Eternal Life."

Qin Tian nodded when he heard this, and then looked worried: "These weird things ran out of the Eternal Life Palace, and what kind of things ran out of the Ancient Buddhist Temple? Could they be more powerful than these things?"

Baili Yue shook his head. He didn't know clearly and couldn't tell. But in fact, if Mr. Lin was not here, the result would be the same. Whether it was the weird things in the Changsheng Palace or the weird things in the Ancient Buddhist Temple, they couldn't deal with them. .

Qin Tian glanced sideways at Baili Yue, and then said softly: "Actually, I have just contacted the uncle and crushed the crystal stone he gave me. If nothing else, he should be on his way back..."

Hearing this, Baili Yue's eyes lit up, and most of the sadness in his heart disappeared. Finally, a smile appeared on his face: "If Mr. Lin comes back, then everything will be nothing, whether it is a strange thing or an unknown person from the ancient Buddhist temple." Anyone who exists must die.”

Bailiyue was naturally confident in the uncle of the Qin family, and so was Qin Tian. Not to mention them, wasn't it just because of his uncle that these people came to Jiangzhou?None of them here have full confidence in the uncle. "They all must die!"

While Qin Tian and Bailiyue were talking, the group of strange people below suddenly let out a low growl. The bones and thorns behind them grew wildly for hundreds of meters, lingering across the sky, and slapped directly towards the golden clock!
Twenty weirdos, countless bones and thorns, stained with countless blood, and countless dead souls, fell from the sky like this. The golden bell also rotated crazily, and each Buddha's seal turned into a protective outer membrane to resist the beating of the thorns.

Bones and thorns beat on the big bell one by one. Every time it was struck, the big bell made a mournful sound. The mournful sound continued, as if a living being was experiencing tremendous torture.

With the final loud bang, the golden bell finally couldn't bear the constant beating. The entire bell cracked into fine lines and fell apart!
Seeing the broken bell, the morale of the people below who had been watching the battle here suddenly plummeted again. Their eyes were a little blurred and they seemed to have lost hope. Only some sober people were still calling out to Mr. Lin?Please Lord Lin, please save us!

Before people die, they will always try desperately to grasp the last straw. This is exactly what they are doing.

The eminent monks of the ancient Buddhist temple were floating in the sky. At the moment when the golden bell broke, the bodhi tree in the old abbot's arms had transformed into a crystal clear cloud spring, protecting them in it.

There seems to be a stream flowing on the Yunquan, and the stream is colorful and colorful.

"Fortunately, Lord Buddha left the bodhi tree, otherwise we would have died countless times."

An old monk looked at Yunquan and sighed. The other old monks nodded silently and sighed. However, when they thought that Yunquan could only protect them for a while at best, and then they still had to rely on themselves, they couldn't help but have a headache. .

"It's a pity that Donor Lin is not in the city, otherwise we wouldn't be able to tolerate these crooked demons and evil ways being so rampant..."

The old abbot sighed, and the other monks were also silent. When they recited the scriptures and transformed the big bell, they had already consumed most of the spiritual energy in their bodies. Now they are slowly recovering, waiting for Yunquan to be pierced by the bone thorns. The Lin If I don't come back, it will be their death.

Baili Yue, who had the same idea as the old monks, also said to Qin Tian at this time: "This group of monks in the ancient Buddhist temple can't stop them for long. If Master Lin doesn't come back, we will all die here. It's just a matter of order..."

Qin Tian had a gloomy face and nodded silently. The only way to contact the uncle was the spar and nothing else. If the uncle didn't come back in time, the end would be just like Baili Yue said, he would all die...

"Thieves Bald, let me see where you can escape today!"

Suddenly, the long sky in the north suddenly dimmed, and then, out of the dark clouds, a burly man in black robe appeared. He had a ring scar on his head, and the black robe on his body seemed to be dressed like a cassock, if not for his face. The expression on his face was so fierce that everyone really thought he was some eminent Buddhist monk.

"Rakshasa!"

When the eminent monks from the ancient Buddhist temple saw this scene, their faces all changed and they exclaimed.

"Amitabha, everything is determined..."

The old abbot narrowed his eyes slightly, his expression seemed very calm, very calm.

"This is our prey, who are you?"

The black-robed weirdos also discovered Rakshasa and immediately became wary. They could feel that Rakshasa was not easy to mess with, so they gathered together and looked at Rakshasa.

Rakshasa's eyes were cold, he glanced at the twenty black-robed weirdos, and snorted coldly: "These thieves belong to me, get out of here, or I'll deal with you too."

Rakshasa was not a talkative person. With his character, he would not talk nonsense at all and would only take action directly. However, this group of black-robed men gave him a very dangerous feeling. He did not take action rashly. Although he looked disdainful, But I'm actually very cautious inside.

The black-robed weirdo looked at Luo Sha, but didn't do anything directly. Luo Sha's thoughts were similar to theirs, they were all harboring ulterior motives, guessing the other party's origin.

The two sides tangled there for a while.

The originally desperate crowd saw the arrival of Rakshasa, and then saw the confrontation between the two parties. The fire of hope suddenly rose in their hearts, and their faces were full of excitement, hoping that these two guys could fight so that they could take the opportunity to escape.

There are many people who have this idea. Even the group of old monks in the ancient Buddhist temple, who usually talk about certain things, feel more or less expectant in their hearts at this time.

Rakshasa seemed to have penetrated the old monks' thoughts. He looked over here, his eyes revealing a sense of amusement. Rather than directly killing these thieves, he preferred to play with cats and mice. Anyway, these thieves had already mastered their methods. Even though he had exhausted all his resources, he was not afraid of what tricks they were playing, so he took a few steps back and said to the group of men in black robes: "I'll give it to you."

The black-robed weirdo didn't expect that Rakshasa would take the initiative to give in, and was a little surprised. However, these old monks were not weak in cultivation. They were good tonics and what they needed most at this time, so in the face of humility, even if there was really something They also want to jump up the conspiracy.

The two accomplices were left staring at Rakshasa, and the remaining weirdos looked at the old monks together, and laughed again, the bone-chilling laughter resounding through the sky.

"Amitabha, everything is determined..."

Seeing that the situation had changed again, the old abbot muttered something again, and several old monks nearby twitched their lips silently after hearing this...

No nonsense, the black-robed monsters once again used their weird methods. The white bone thorns cut through the clouds, like sharp blades, and slashed towards the cloud spring!
The cloud spring circulated and automatically transformed into a cloud shield that blocked the bone blades. However, the surface of the cloud shield was eroded by the blood on the bone blades and began to digest.

Everyone who sees this understands that the cloud spring transformed by the bodhi tree obviously cannot stop it for long. According to the speed of the bones and thorns, the cloud spring will soon follow in the footsteps of the previous big bell.

"Uncle, when will you come back..."

On the tower, Qin Tian was muttering silently. Under the emergency situation, he was so anxious that he kept muttering silently.

(End of this chapter)