Acting Quest: Pin Dao is really just an actor

Chapter 82 Dog Bark [Please recommend a monthly pass! 】

In the night, the dust settled and everything returned to calm.

There were only corpses and broken weapons scattered all over the floor, and six men who were hanged.

The light in Lu Chen's eyes slowly receded, and the Taiqing Wuwei meridian accelerated to make up for the dantian consumed by Lu Chen.

A flash of spiritual power flashed, and the six hemp ropes snapped.

The weak spiritual force dragged a few people to sit down slowly.

Among the six people, except for the burly man Zhou Tong, the rest couldn't bear the force of the medicine and fell asleep.

Lu Chen floated over, and the golden light all over his body crawled to wipe away all the poison in the bodies of several people.

"Cough cough cough..."

Zhou Tong coughed up a big mouthful of pitch-black blood, his face gradually stabilized, the burly man's eyes were extremely complicated, and he said weakly to the young Taoist beside him: "Thank you, thank you..."

If Lu Chen hadn't appeared tonight, all members of his team would have died.

But more importantly, these evil cultivators are scattered among the people, causing huge security risks to the people.

"Don't rush to talk."

Lu Chen shook his head slightly, pinched a spirit-gathering talisman, and flicked the talisman with his fingertips to burn slowly: "First adjust the injury."

Zhou Tong nodded with great effort, sat up with the help of Lu Chen, and worked hard to operate the exercises in his body.

After simply settling down six men, the young Taoist stood up slowly, looking at the wreckage all over the ground with deep eyes.

What surprised him the most was that there was such a large-scale cult hidden behind these two evil cultivators.

These evil cultivators killed with cruel methods, and the victims basically lost their souls, leaving no grievances at all, and there was no step of rebirth.

Not far away, the father and son of the Fang family who fell on the ground were already lifeless, and the corpse was covered with a dark cloud.

In the open space, all the souls including the father and son of the Fang family were crushed by Yin Qi.

Obviously, this was done just before the demon monk Bai Yu Yuanhun died, in order to let the government cut off the clues about the cult.

With the cultivation base of the grand masters of the Fang family father and son, they must be upper-middle class figures in the Demon Cult, holding many secrets in their hands, so they must not be obtained by the government.

However, Puli's body and soul were all gone in the sword-slashing pose, and no more information about the ghost king was found.

Lu Chen slowly withdrew his gaze, held the Yin-Yang banner in his hand, and waved it gently.

The yin and yang diagram in the center of the pitch-black banner continued to glow in the night, and included in it the memory fragments that had not yet dissipated in the corpses of the Fang family, father and son, and all the evil cultivators.

Intermittent fragmented memories flashed before Lu Chen's eyes.

Memory fragments are different from souls, most of them are incomplete memories left in the body or organs, which are extremely mottled.

Lu Chen, who hadn't pieced together any effective information, slowly lowered the Yin-Yang banner in his hand.

These memories are too incomplete, and those who need a deep understanding of the Devil's Cult can barely piece together the information.

The young Taoist priest holding the yin and yang banner in his hand heard the slight sound coming from the distant woods, and turned around slowly.

Looking at the drone hanging in the air behind him, he smiled helplessly.

Ever since someone approached the woods, Lu Chen felt something in his heart.

But at that time, Pu Li had already had the tendency to escape, and there were two great masters standing in front of him. Lu Chen didn't want to let anyone go, so he could only completely seal off the world.

"Master Lu."

In the moonlight, the sixtieth old man floated down and bowed his hands to the young Taoist priest.

"Old Nan."

Lu Chen bowed his hand in return.

Nan Huaiqin shook his head with a wry smile at this old man's yelling.

Both of them have a tacit understanding and are not polite. After all, there are some situations that don't need to be said.

There were two more bursts of spiritual power fluctuations, Jin Cheng and Li Yan left the large army behind and rushed straight.

Seeing the young Taoist priest with his own eyes made Li Yan, who was already shocked, a little dazed.

This is completely different from the celestial being who killed the evil spirit in the drone screen just now.

Lu Chen in front of him had a calm smile on his face, and there was an indescribable profundity in his gestures.

What's more important is that I can't feel the fluctuation of spiritual power on Lu Chen's body at all, I can't even feel it, I can't even catch my breath...

Li Yan had an illusion that the young Taoist in front of him was just an ordinary person without spiritual power...

This made the heroic young man even more distracted, and murmured, "Tianyangwei, Li Yan."

Jin Cheng's thoughts were similar to Li Yan's, but Sheng was calm in his age, and nodded slightly to Lu Chen: "Guardian at Yushui Bian, Jin Cheng."

"Qingyao Mountain, Lu Chen."

A few people under the moon bowed their hands and saluted, and they knew each other.

While chatting, combatants came in to clear the battlefield.

Seeing the corpses being carried out of the woods one by one, Lu Chen suddenly asked, "Old Nan, is that white-feathered monk...?"

Nan Huaiqin's eyes flickered and he sighed.

After a while, Lu Chen nodded slightly, looked at the direction where the light curtain disappeared, and muttered to himself, "No wonder."

"report!"

Chao Jincheng, who was in charge of recording, reported: "The counting of the corpses is complete. There are 17 people in total, and no one is alive!"

The old man with gray temples nodded slightly, his expression slightly gloomy.

Nan Huaiqin's expression was also a little depressed, and more information from Xiexiu's mouth was undoubtedly a good opportunity to follow the vine, but...

But this time the matter was tricky, and it was a blessing to be able to get through it safely and not have any impact on the civilians, so there are so many demands.

Lu Chen saw the worry of several people, took out the yin and yang banner, and said softly: "There is some information in it, which may be of some help to you."

Nan Huaiqin took the Yinyang banner, pondered: "This is it?"

"Some scattered memories, I don't know if they will be useful."

But as soon as he finished speaking, Lu Chen suddenly felt his mind tense, and the panicked barking of a yellow dog suddenly sounded in his ears, mixed with the sound of violently swaying leaves.

The young Taoist turned his head subconsciously, looking at the night sky behind him, his sword eyebrows could not help but slightly frowned.

"what happened?"

Li Yan, who had been paying attention to Lu Chen's movements, sensed something was wrong, and subconsciously asked, "Daoist Lu discovered evil cultivators again?"

This sentence aroused the vigilance of Nan Huaiqin and Jin Cheng, and they cast their eyes on Lu Chen almost at the same time.

Lu Chen smiled apologetically, and slowly shook his head at the three of them: "It's a trivial matter in the poor Taoism."

The vigilance of the three eased a little, and Nan Huaiqin cast a questioning look at Lu Chen.

"Small things."

Lu Chen smiled helplessly: "But I still need to go back and deal with it."

Jin Cheng nodded: "Do you need to send the Taoist priest back?"

"Don't bother a few of you, it will be faster if you walk alone."

After finishing speaking, the young Taoist clasped his hands towards the three of them, and smiled apologetically, "The poor Taoist will take his leave first, and the three of you can come and taste a cup of camellia tea when you pass by Qingyao Mountain in the future."

Under the moonlight, several people said goodbye to each other.

The young Taoist turned around and walked away, covering a full hundred meters in one step, before disappearing into the night in an instant.

The three people who stayed behind stood in place, staring at the direction Lu Chen left, in a daze.

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Magic City.

The light curtain in the meditation hall was suddenly shattered by the sword light.

Sitting cross-legged on the ground, the haggard old monk Bai Yu swayed slightly, and a tide flashed across his bark-like face.

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Ask for a ticket!

(End of this chapter)