Starting from the martial arts world, Gan became a true master of martial arts.

Chapter 175 Kill them all!
Clang.

The woman looked at the short sword and dagger that fell in front of her, emitting a faint light, and then looked at the swaddled baby in her arms with a purple face.

"My Lord Bishop, do you mean to say that my child can live only if I die?"

The woman raised her head blankly, and two lines of tears flowed from her eyes.

She looked at the middle-aged man in clean white clothes with a look of compassion on his face, as if she wanted to confirm something.

"You can understand it that way." The middle-aged man nodded and looked at her condescendingly.

"If you want your child to live, then you, as the source of sin and disaster, must die."

After hearing these words, the last light in the woman's eyes was gradually swallowed up by darkness.

"Keke, if I die, who will raise my little baby to grow up?"

The woman muttered to herself in a daze, stretched out her hand and scratched in the air, as if she wanted to catch something.

Looking at the struggle in the woman's eyes, a cold light flashed quietly in the middle-aged man's eyes, and he just waved his hand gently.

All of a sudden.

The black-robed believers standing on both sides of the City God's Temple walked towards the woman at the same time.

They surrounded the woman, looking down at her with dull and indifferent expressions, like aloof gods examining the woman's crimes.

The next moment, they spoke together.

"die!"

"die!"

"die!!"

"die!!!"

The word 'death' came out of the black-robed cultist's mouth one by one. The speed of his words became faster and faster, and his voice became louder and louder. It was like an undoubted demonic voice, constantly urging this woman to die. .

The woman who originally wanted to speak was completely confused, and her face became more and more struggling and painful!
next moment.

laugh!
She grabbed the dagger in front of her!

"Xiaobao, mother, mother, I won't harm you anymore."

Tears rolled down the woman's cheeks, then she gritted her teeth and put the dagger in her hand in front of her throat.

"Yes, that's it. Go with peace of mind, Mother Buddha will guide you." The middle-aged man called the bishop had a gentle and friendly smile on his face again, and he stretched out his hand as if to touch the woman's head. Comfort her.

"Death is never the end, but the starting point. Only when the body decays and dies can the soul live forever and wander in bliss."

"Don't be afraid. Death is such a glorious and enviable thing. As long as you die, you can accompany the Buddha."

puff--!
The cold light flashed by!

A flash of sword slashed down, splattering with scarlet blood.

An arm covered in clean white clothes was cut off from the shoulder like a knife cutting tofu and fell to the ground.

"what--!"

Amidst the painful and shrill howls of the white-clothed bishop, a calm voice sounded.

"Okay, since you envy death so much, then let me send you to death and meet the Buddha Mother, okay?"

Fang Xuan twisted his neck, threw off the hood of his black robe, and looked at the white-clothed bishop with a smile.

"Who?!"

Rows of fine cold sweat broke out on the white-clothed bishop's painful forehead. He suddenly raised his head and looked at Fang Xuan.

at the same time.

"Are you Long Jing of Bihaiyun Sect?!"

Among the black-robed cultists standing in the front row, one of the cultists suddenly dropped his hood and turned to look at Fang Xuan with a shocked expression.

Wang Mingxiao's eyes widened and he looked at Fang Xuan in disbelief.

He was impressed by Fang Xuan.

This person came with Ji Yunchen, but during the meal today, this person was taciturn and seemed to have a very low sense of presence.

Therefore, he just glanced at it casually and didn't pay much attention to it.

"Wang Mingxiao, are you betraying the Buddha's mother?!"

The bishop in white suddenly turned his head and glared at Wang Mingxiao.

"Master Bishop, I don't! I don't know why this person is here!"

Wang Mingxiao explained quickly, then turned to look at Fang Xuan, with a look of surprise and anger on his face.

When did this guy follow you?
In other words, when did you notice his abnormality?
Fang Xuan didn't speak, but walked towards the white-clothed bishop step by step.

"I like the beauty of adulthood the most. Since you believe in the Buddha Mother so much and want to go to the Buddha Mother to enjoy the bliss, then I will send you there." Fang Xuan said with a kind smile.

"This man is a heretic, kill him!!"

When the bishop in white saw Fang Xuan walking towards him, he could no longer maintain the gentleness and elegance on his face, revealing a fierce and ferocious look. As soon as this was said.

In the Chenghuang Temple, a demon sect member wearing a black robe suddenly slipped out of his sleeve with a dagger and headed towards Fang Xuan to kill him.

They are the true followers of the Lotus Moon Demon Cult.

Most of the people stood there dumbly, unable to recover for a while.

Looking at the Lianyue Demon Sect member who came to kill him.

Fang Xuan looked calm and just uttered two words:

"Come with us."

bass--!
In an instant, the long knife unsheathed itself!

A flash of cold light illuminated the entire dim City God's Temple.

Fang Xuan just walked forward step by step, and the long knife automatically crisscrossed in a circular motion.

Puff puff!
Puff puff! !

Heads rolled down one after another, blood rose into the sky, and the gushing wall turned into scarlet.

In just a few steps, Fang Xuan had already stood in front of the white-clothed bishop.

"I helped you, you must remember to say thank you." Fang Xuan smiled and glanced at the white-clothed bishop.
"No, no, I don't want to die."

The white-clothed bishop collapsed on the ground, his throat rolling slightly.

Before he could finish his sentence,

bass!
A bright knife tip had pierced between his eyebrows and penetrated his entire skull. Then the knife tip pierced out from the back of his head, splattering red and white blood.

The body of the white-robed bishop slowly fell softly,
Fang Xuan casually pulled out the long knife inserted into the white-clothed bishop's head and stood in front of the desk.

He first turned around, glanced contemptuously at the statue of the Mother Buddha, stretched out his big hand, grabbed the head of the Buddha, uprooted it from the lotus seat, and used it as a support to stand beside him.

Immediately, Fang Xuan glanced at the faces of the people in the Chenghuang Temple, twisted his neck and said:

"Come on, I'll give you ten breaths. Whoever breaks this Buddha statue will be spared from death."

As soon as this was said.

Fang Xuan spit out one word: "Ten!"

"Nine!"

however.

In the Chenghuang Temple, a crowd of people looked at Fang Xuan, who was holding the Buddha statue in his hands as a support. Their expressions gradually came back to their senses. There was no fear on their faces. They looked more like they were looking at a disrespectful person and were afraid of being implicated. Horrified.

"If you blaspheme the Buddha Mother, you will fall into Avici Hell and will never be reincarnated!"

"Heresy! Evil man!"

"Stop! Don't blaspheme the Mother of Buddha!"

"If you blaspheme the Buddha Mother like this, disaster will come unexpectedly!"

"You will be punished by the Buddha Mother!"

He looked at the people who were frightened and yelled at him.

Fang Xuan, who had just counted to five, stopped counting.

"never mind."

Fang Xuan lowered his eyes and flicked the long knife in his hand.

Puff puff!
In an instant, the long knife stained with countless bloodshot threads automatically rose into the sky again, slashing away in a circular motion like a sickle harvesting wheat straw.

Heads rose into the sky again.

Blood surged up to the sky, splashing the entire City God's Temple a dark red.

"Finally quiet."

Fang Xuan stretched out his hand and shook it.

The long knife that cut off the end of the head suddenly turned around and automatically fell into Fang Xuan's hand.

Fang Xuan walked step by step towards the woman who was sitting on the ground dumbly with the knife in his hand. He waved the long knife in his hand in front of her and said casually:

"Well, I'll give you one last chance. Do you want to try it?"

The woman raised her head blankly and looked at Fang Xuan, then at the statue of the Buddha that Fang Xuan had pulled out from the lotus seat, and then at the infant in her arms.

There was a flash of struggle in her eyes, then she gritted her teeth, as if making a decision, she stood up suddenly and took the long knife in Fang Xuan's hand.

Clang——!
The woman held a swaddled baby in one hand, and with the other hand she slashed at the statue of the Buddha Mother with a knife.

The dim candlelight flickered, and the gold skin on the broken statue of the Buddha fell off, revealing the original clay body.

(End of this chapter)