I was clearly practicing martial arts, how did it become a magical power?

Looking at the body that was split in half by himself.

Qin Yang came out of that crazy state.

"What did he say just now?"

"Forget it. Maybe I heard it wrong."

Qin Yang squatted down and searched the two halves of Zhao Jiu's body.

He really found a secret book.

"Hunyuan Yiqizhao."

Seeing this secret book, Qin Yang was overjoyed.

After all, Zhao Jiu might not bring the secret book with him.

He came here tonight, and there was a gambling element.

But from the result, everything was perfect.

Just then.

Qin Yang heard the subtle footsteps again.

"Is there someone else coming?"

"This guy is quite popular."

Qin Yang put away the secret book of Hunyuan Yiqizhao and raised his head.

The footsteps were getting closer.

I saw two rangers walking into the main hall of the ruined temple.

"You are late."

"Zhao Jiu was killed by me, go back."

Qin Yang stood up and put the machete back on his back.

The two rangers looked at the corpse on the ground and were slightly stunned.

"Brother, you are really good at fighting." The ranger exclaimed.

"If we had your skills, it would be great." Another ranger was also very impressed.

"Just practice more."

Qin Yang shook his head slightly, and inadvertently glanced at the body of a ranger next to him, and his pupils dilated instantly.

This body looked exactly like the ranger in front of him!

For a moment.

Qin Yang was horrified.

He quickly looked at the other body.

"Impossible!!!"

Qin Yang's eyes were panicked.

Exactly the same!

These two bodies are the two rangers standing in front of the hall!

Two dead people actually appeared in front of him!

Qin Yang didn't know how to explain everything in front of him.

"Hey, why don't you talk?!"

A ranger saw Qin Yang suddenly stunned in place, and was very puzzled.

"Hero, are you okay?"

Another ranger wanted to get close to Qin Yang, as if he wanted to see what was wrong with him.

"Don't come over!"

Qin Yang was very nervous, and when he saw the ranger approaching him, he suddenly pulled out a machete.

"Hero, we don't have any ill intentions."

"We really don't have any ill intentions towards us!"

The two rangers hurriedly explained.

But Qin Yang clearly saw that their eyes were constantly dripping with blood, and their skin was extremely pale, as if it was the white of a dead person.

If they didn't have any ill intentions, it would be really weird.

"I don't care what the hell you are!"

Qin Yang growled, his eyes were scarlet like a mad beast.

No matter what it is, as long as it wants to kill him, it will die!

Roar!

The machete chopped wildly, and a strong wind swept up!

The whole ruined temple seemed to be blowing with a strong wind.

Po Jun·Da Feng Shi.

This is the fastest knife in Po Jun's sword technique!

The blade whistled rapidly, turning into a white cold light, fiercely cutting off the head of a ranger.

Qin Yang generated another force out of thin air and tilted the machete up.

Puff!

In an instant.

The chest of another ranger was fiercely cut open.

But the ranger showed a weird smile, drew out his long sword, and pointed it directly at Qin Yang's throat.

Qin Yang dodged sideways and pulled back the machete.

Puff!

The ranger's head was also cut off cleanly.

Suddenly, Qin Yang felt a gust of evil wind.

The head of the ranger whose head was chopped off first flew up out of thin air, with a weird smile, and opened his mouth to bite.

"Come on!!!"

Qin Yang roared wildly.

All those who want him dead, die!!!

He mobilized all his strength, as if a big bow was tightened, and punched hard.

Arhat subdues demons!

Bang~!

The ranger's head screamed, burned by the fierce and hot blood attached to the fist, and then exploded directly!

At the same time.

Qin Yang thrust out the machete!

Puff!

A head just attacked, was pierced fiercely by the machete, and turned into white smoke and dissipated.

Their bodies also turned into white smoke and disappeared.

Huhuhuhu~~~

Qin Yang was a little out of breath. He didn't care to adjust his breath. When he was about to leave the ruined temple, he felt a cold and malicious feeling behind him.

He couldn't help but look back.

He saw a dilapidated Buddha statue hiding in the darkness, sitting cross-legged, looking at him with a smile.

That smile made Qin Yang feel like he was falling into an ice cave.

Evil, strange, dark.

Qin Yang didn't know how to describe it, and a cold and frightened chill rose in his heart.

He seemed to see a big Buddha appear out of thin air in the dark void.

The big Buddha was all black, with a false and strange smile, raising a huge black palm, like the Five Finger Mountain, pressing down on him fiercely.

"No!!!"

"These are all fake!"

"All fake!!!"

Qin Yang yelled wildly, telling himself not to believe everything in front of him.

But seeing the palm about to fall, he still couldn't help being afraid, and finally turned into a look of neither sadness nor joy.

Meditation!

He entered a state of deep concentration.

Watching the black hand falling, his eyes were calm, without any ripples.

Because he was determined in his heart that all this was fake.

Only in a state of meditation could he guard his heart.

Boom!

The moment the hand fell.

Qin Yang finally returned to the world.

He was sweating profusely, and did not dare to go to the evil Buddha again, so he turned around and walked out of the hall.

When he stepped out of the hall, his foot suddenly stopped in mid-air.

In front of the gloomy hall, there were corpses of monks hanging one after another.

These corpses of monks looked terrified and frightened, like dried bacon, and their shriveled eyes kept looking at Qin Yang.

Weird, scary.

"Damn it!"

Qin Yang didn't know whether what he saw was true or false.

He couldn't tell.

If he rushed out, he would be like walking into a trap.

But if he didn't go out, there would be that evil Buddha statue behind him.

Qin Yang was in a dilemma and didn't know how to choose.

"The sky and the earth are bright, and the underworld is miserable"

Suddenly.

A strange copper bell sound came from outside the ruined temple.

A Taoist wearing a ragged apricot-yellow Taoist robe, shaking a copper bell with his right hand and scattering paper money with his left hand walked into the ruined temple.

"People have their own paths. Death has its own path"

The Taoist shook the copper bell while chanting a strange spell.

The strange thing is.

As he shook the bell, he scattered paper money.

Qin Yang felt that the malice left on him disappeared.

The Taoist priest came to Qin Yang quickly.

Qin Yang could see the Taoist priest's appearance clearly.

He was about 40 years old, with sharp teeth and a rat-like beard.

"If you don't want to die, follow me out."

"Remember not to breathe, hold your breath all the way!"

The Taoist priest said as he pasted a yellow talisman paper on Qin Yang's forehead.

Qin Yang couldn't figure out the situation for the time being, but he had no other way, so he could only listen to the Taoist priest.

He held his breath and followed the Taoist priest.

Along the way.

Qin Yang felt that the withered monks were looking at him with malice, which made his nerves tense.

However, he was safe all the way and actually let Qin Yang walk out of this dilapidated temple.

"You dare to enter such a fierce temple, are you going to die?!"

The Taoist priest shook his head slightly.

"Master Taoist priest, what's going on?"

Qin Yang couldn't help asking.

"How should I know? I only know that this temple is filled with the aura of death and violence."

"If I hadn't happened to see it, I guarantee you would have been hanged there like those monks."

The Taoist sneered.

Qin Yang couldn't help but shudder.

The scene just now was indeed too bizarre and terrifying.