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Chapter 91 Red-haired Arhat: Blocking the Road
The official road is illuminated by the sunset, turning orange.

Li Ji's convoy was speeding towards the shadowy ancient town of Baling in the distance.

Just after turning around the wasteland, Xuanwu, who was leading the way, suddenly changed his expression, hurriedly tightened the reins, raised his horse's hooves high, and quickly stopped the rest of the hunters.

In front of them, there was a vast black fog rolling, and charred corpses emitting a scarlet color were kneeling on the ground devoutly, some with their limbs on the ground, some with their hands in a Zen seal, and some with their heads twisted to look up at the sky. In various postures, they were densely packed and blocked the official road. The sight of them was daunting and creepy.

"Master, something's happening!"

Xuanwu looked horrified and shouted.

Li Ji's eyes had already passed through the shaking curtains of the car and glimpsed the charred corpses kneeling outside and the eerie scene of black fog sweeping across the place.

His black and white eyes were full of indifference.

"Keep going... huh?"

Li Ji hadn't finished his order when a cold light flashed in his eyes.

call!
A nine-ring tin staff suddenly came whistling out of the vast black fog, tearing through the air, wrapped in pungent smoke, as fast as thunder, and smashed towards the carriage fiercely.

Xuanwu had no time to react, and the same was true for the other detectives from the Demon Suppression Division.

By the time they were shocked, reacted, and screamed that they were attacked by the enemy, the Nine-Ring Tin Staff had already come straight in and hit the curtain of the carriage with a whistling sound.

Suddenly, a hand with distinct knuckles rushed out, and with a bang, the five fingers bent and directly grasped the nine-ring tin staff, causing it to stop abruptly.

The remaining power of the terrifying air wave swept in all directions.

The wind blew so hard that Xuanwu and other detectives from the Demon Suppression Division had their clothes fluttering, their skin feeling stinging and burning, and their eyes filled with horror.

I saw that the nine-ring tin staff was monstrous in size, like the main beam of a temple. It was pitch black like wrought iron and extremely hideous, heavy and terrifying.

How terrifying must be the owner of such a terrifying weapon!

"Ha, that's interesting!"

Li Ji's eyes were cold and he exerted force with his five fingers.

The pitch-black nine-ring tin staff cracked and fell apart, covered with cracks.

Bang!

The first piece of black iron fell on the carriage with a heavy clanging sound, and then it was blown away by the wind like ashes.

Then came the second piece, the third piece, the fourth piece... Some of the black iron fragments were blown away by the wind after falling to the ground of the carriage, while more of them were reduced to ashes in the air.

There was no change on Li Ji's handsome face, he just looked towards the official road ahead with cold eyes.

I saw that the rolling black fog had dissipated at some point.

Only a burly figure appeared in the middle of the official road where charred corpses were kneeling devoutly on the ground.

Red hair, angry eyes, green face and fangs.

His huge left hand was clutching the skull Buddhist beads hanging around his neck, while his right hand was stretched forward, palm up and erect, as if he was worshiping, like a red-haired arhat.

"Donor, the sea of ​​suffering is endless, turn back now!"

The sound was like a bronze bell, deafening.

"You've turned back? Ha! I've broken your Nine-ring Tin Staff, and you're just running away! You even dared to act mysterious in front of me, are you looking for death?"

Li Ji was still sitting in the carriage, but his tone was extremely cold.

"Donor, the sea of ​​suffering is endless, turn back..."

The red-haired arhat saw Li Ji's fearless appearance.

His right palm, which was pointed forward in a bow, suddenly turned red like fire. Dead leaves fluttered down and when they reached his fingertips, they were instantly burned to ashes.

Then he looked down from above and slapped Li Ji hard.

This palm contained a terrifying and extremely masculine and scorching aura, like a falling fireball.

“It’s An!!!”

however.

His burly figure was still leaping in the air, and even the carriage had not yet approached, when an extremely cold voice was heard.

"Things that don't know whether to live or die!"

boom!
The car curtains burst and the air trembled violently.

What comes into view is not the struggling faces of those former martial artists begging for mercy.

Instead, it was a pitch-black, ferociously whistling Fang Tian Huaji.

"Donor, you..."

The red-haired arhat's angry and majestic face was instantly moved.

He saw the handsome young man sitting in the carriage from the corner of his eye. He looked cold and indifferent, with white hair flying wildly, like a demon. He did not look like a cowardly ordinary warrior. He was horrified.

This ordinary warrior actually possesses such a fierce weapon. Who is this person...

In an instant.

The two terrifying forces have collided violently.

Along with a series of crisp sounds of bones breaking, the Red-haired Arhat's arms, which were as muscular as a dragon and as red as quenched fire, were torn apart like a piece of dry wood with a rotten wood.

In a flash, the Fang Tian Huaji, with its terrifying power, directly knocked the red-haired Arhat, who was pretending to be a ghost, down from the air.

boom!
The ground of the official road cracked inch by inch like a spider web, spreading out for several meters before stopping.

The red-haired arhat was nailed to the ground by the Fang Tian Hua Ji, his right arm was completely broken, and he let out a series of muffled groans.

The broken body was covered with torn wounds and blood was gushing out. There was no telling how many bones were broken all over the body. He collapsed to the ground like a puddle of mud.

The squirming blood buds emerged, and the surging red blood like quenched fire swept over, struggling to recover from the horrific injuries.

however.

The pitch-black Fang Tian Huaji was filled with a murderous aura.

The squirming blood buds withered before they could even grow, and all the surging blood energy went towards the Fang Tian Huaji and was sucked up in an instant.

Only the huge mummy, which was skin and bones, lay quietly in the middle of the spider web without moving at all.

Red-haired Arhat, die!

Li Ji stretched out his hand and grabbed in the air, only to hear a "whoosh" sound, and the Fang Tian Hua Ji flew back and was caught back in his palm.

"Let's go! Keep going and get to Baling Ancient Town before dark."

"Yes, Master Si!"

Xuanwu and other detectives from the Demon Suppression Division replied respectfully with expressions of fear.

The group of people guarded the carriage and galloped towards the ancient town of Baling without even looking at the charred corpses on the ground.

Just after they left.

In the reflection of the sunset, Qingsongzi, who was playing with copper coins, and Xia Ling, who was drinking fine wine, were walking leisurely towards them.

However, when they saw the dried corpse, which was only skin and bones but still had skull Buddhist beads hanging on it, they were instantly horrified.

"Hiss! Songsongzi, isn't this the red-haired arhat from Nalanda Monastery?"

Xia Ling's eyes were full of horror.

"The Red-haired Arhat is a first-level dragon. He practices the Red Fire Diamond Sutra, which is the true teaching of the Nalanda Monastery. He practices to the extreme, like the Diamond Arhat in the world. His defense and killing skills are unparalleled in the world. In this remote place of Qingzhou, who has the ability to kill him?"

Qingsongzi took a breath and said in disbelief.

"Song Songzi, look, the red fire on his broken bones has not yet gone out. The Red-haired Arhat must have died not long ago, not even an hour has passed."

Xia Ling raised her leg and kicked the bone fragments beside her, and her scalp went numb.

"That's true, but look at these fresh wheel tracks and horse hoof prints..."

Qingsongzi looked around and as he spoke, the hairs on his body stood up involuntarily.

He suddenly looked towards Xia Ling, and Xia Ling also looked up in horror. At the same time, a terrible thought emerged in the eyes of both of them.

"Could it be the work of the Demon Suppression Division Master?"

"Could it be the work of the Demon Suppression Division Master?"

The two people quickly confirmed the idea.

Because the charred corpses all over the ground proved that all the wanderers who came here were killed by the Red-haired Arhat.

The only person who came here before the two of them was Li Ji who came in a carriage. He was a man from the Demon Suppression Division who was feared by these local martial artists.

For a moment, Qingsongzi felt a chill down his spine.

"He, he, he... Aren't these so-called Demon Suppression Department, these Qingzhou people, and the so-called officials of the Great Yan Dynasty all puppets supported by the Alien Cult?"

Qingsongzi was so frightened that he couldn't even speak clearly.

"He, the so-called Demon Suppression Lord, has the terrifying combat power that can kill the Red-haired Arhat, which means that he is at least at the second level of the Dragon Realm, or even the third level of the Dragon Realm."

"Why are you still willing to sit on the position of the Lord of the Demon Suppression Department?"

"Could it be that... he is a living being that rose from the mortal world and is completely unaware of the truth about Qingzhou?"

Qingsongzi took a breath of cold air.

He was frightened by his own guess, and what was even more frightening was that, combined with the previous hexagrams, this guess was very likely to be true.

(End of this chapter)