Resurgence of Terror: Three Burials of Poor Monks, Funeral Burials

With Zhang Hedao's palm pressed down.

The giant palm in the void fell towards Jue Chan with terrifying power.

"Zhang Hedao! Do you really want to kill the poor monk?!"

"Could it be that you, the Yinye group, want to completely tear your face away from my Buddhist sect?!"

Jue Chan, who was kneeling on the ground, resisted the huge pressure, his face was extremely gloomy.

The surrounding ground has already been cracked, and the place where Jue Chan is is deeply sunken.

Until this moment, there was a look of horror and panic in his eyes.

They are monks of the same realm.

But Jue Chan knew how terrifying the gap between him and Zhang Hedao was.

If Zhang Hedao is determined to kill him, then he will be in a situation of ten deaths and no life.

In desperation, Jue Chan had no choice but to drag the tiger skin of the entire Buddhist sect.

In any case, Dajue Temple is backed by Buddhism.

Jue Chan believes that this alone is enough to make Zhang Hedao fearful.

only...

After hearing Jue Chan's words, Zhang Hedao did not change his expression, his eyes were cold.

Change your usual kind attitude

The giant palm in the void didn't stop at all, and slapped Jue Chan fiercely.

"Zhang Hedao, you are crazy!"

"You are destroying the relationship between Yinye Group and Buddhism!"

"You can afford this guilt?!"

Feeling the terrifying qi over his head, Jue Chan really panicked, roaring with a gloomy old face.

At the same time, a Dharma image with bright Buddha light.

Emerging from the surface of his body, he tried to resist the crushing giant palm.

Jue Chan doesn't want to die, and he who has cultivated the small earthly fruit can enjoy the incense of the world.

With a long lifespan and a bright future, how could he be willing to die here?

Unfortunately.

The giant palm condensed by the power of Taoism in the void shattered the dharma of Jue Zen like a shattered one.

In front of that palm, there was the dharma image that should have been indestructible.

It was like a piece of paper, falling apart directly.

"Do not!!!"

Before dying, Jue Chan didn't even raise his head.

Just after a desperate scream, he was instantly hit by that terrifying giant palm.

The flesh and blood turned into mud, and the vitality withered instantly.

And this is not over, Zhang Hedao, who killed Jue Chan, scattered the giant palm of the void.

With a slight twitch of the magic art in his hand, the three-color flame was born again.

In an instant, it landed at the place where Jue Chan died, together with his body and soul.

They were all burned up in an instant!

His technique is so proficient and his speed is so fast that Tang Sanzan was taken aback when he saw it.

He also thought of taking the opportunity to use the golden bell cover to swallow the soul of Jue Chan.

But who would have thought that Zhang Hedao was so skillful in his moves that he could kill people in an instant.

And...if Tang Sanzan read it right.

Zhang Hedao also seemed to pull out a trumpet-shaped thing from his cuff.

It just seemed that it was wrong, so it was quickly stuffed back.

"Zhang Daochang is very skilled in business."

Tang Sanzan couldn't hold back the words.

"That's natural, back then..."

Zhang Hedao took over the conversation naturally, but in the middle of the conversation, he immediately noticed something was wrong.

Immediately, his face turned dark, and his heart was so suspended that he didn't shake off his original "legendary experience".

It would be bad to teach the little friends badly!

Zhang Hedao glanced at the few evil cultivators who had been transformed by Jue Zen.

A cold light flashed in his eyes, and the three-color flame swept past directly.

The group of evil cultivators were instantly wiped out.

"Ahem!" Zhang Hedao coughed twice, as if he wanted to put on a dignified elder's demeanor, and said, "Nothing happened tonight, understand?"

This statement came out.

There was a thoughtful look in the eyes of old man Fang and the others.

Then...the five of them spread out their palms towards Zhang Hedao in unison.

His eyes squinted elsewhere, with a look of "you look at it".

Seeing this scene, Zhang Hedao's face darkened again, and he felt annoyed in his heart: With his Yin Ye group as the leader, anyone can blackmail him?

But in a blink of an eye, they looked like they were covered in bruises and their breathing was uneven.

There was another moment of silence in Zhang Hedao's heart, and his face softened in vain.

Old man Fang and his party suffered a lot in Nancheng District!

With a flick of the cuffs of the Taoist robe, five small Qiankun bags fell into the hands of five people respectively.

Old man Fang took the lead to open it, and looked in.

Hehe smiled, nodded to the other four people, and they immediately put away the bag.

Tang Sanbu could barely infer the concentration of spiritual energy leaked from the moment the small universe bag was opened.

In a bag, there are at least three thousand spirit stones.

Don't underestimate the number of [-], for old man Fang and others who are monks and supernatural beings at the mortal level.

It's enough for them to last a long time, and it's kind of generous.

After all... not everyone is lucky enough to be able to directly search for the family property of the leader of the intelligence team.

It is also impossible for Zhang Hedao to overdo the extra rewards from the other party's old man and others, that is against the rules.

As members of the Hidden Night Group, they also have a fixed weekly share of spirit stones.

If you want the horse to run, the Yinye Group will definitely give the horse grass.

But what made Tang Sanzan dumbfounded was.

Old man Fang and others who put away the Qiankun bag not only did not leave.

Instead, he stretched out his palm again and made the same pose!

That level of proficiency is comparable to Zhang Hedao's level of proficiency in killing and destroying souls.

A look is the reason for practice makes perfect.

Even the two women, Li Ling and Ji Lan, looked extremely calm.

Zhang Hedao couldn't hold back any longer, and Hei's old face yelled: "Get out! Get out of here, old man! Why don't you treat me as a spirit stone and forget about it!"

Seeing this, old man Fang and the others hurriedly shrank aside, and they muttered a few mean words in unison.

Turning his head, he cast a look at Tang Sanzan and the two girls.

It probably means - "the opportunity must not be lost, and the loss will never come again".

Then he turned around decisively and left without even saying hello to Zhang Hedao.

The old man was so angry that he blew his beard and stared again.

Tang Sanzan and the two women who lived in the cave space of the Yinye Group for a long time were dumbfounded.

I couldn't help feeling in my heart: The subordinates of the Yinye Group really love each other, "Father is kind and son is filial"!

But think about it carefully.

Zhang Hedao, the leader of the Yinye Group, and Mao Qishui, the head of the Water Dungeon, seemed to be a little out of order.

As subordinates, old man Fang and the others do this, it seems not too strange...

Chapter 90 This Morning, Su Xiaoran Recalls Despair

The entrance to the cave space.

Looking at the vortex-shaped entrance in front of him, Zhang Hedao felt a headache for a while.

"I said boy, this space can't just be left open."

"Although the culprit has been resolved, there are not many ghosts left."

"But such a deadly land, with too much evil and evil aura, is a treasure for evil cultivators."

"If the Buddha boy stays inside all the time, it won't be a problem!"

Tang Sanzan curled his lips when he heard the words.

Without hesitation, he decisively activated the Buddha Heart Demon Seed.

In the cave space.

The Buddha boy who was originally flustered and full of despair.

Suddenly his face froze, and pure black once again occupied his pupils.

"Hey..." Buddha Tong let out a few sly smiles in his immature voice, and muttered to himself, "The master woke me up so quickly, it seems that the outside world has changed, so don't you need to cover it up for now?"

Saying that, Fotong quickly ran towards the whirlpool entrance.

After a moment.

The boy Buddha, full of evil, came out from the entrance.

The old man Zhang Hedao narrowed his eyes, sensing the devilish energy emanating from the Buddha boy from the inside out.

He already had the answer in his heart, so he didn't ask Tang San what to bury.

Everyone has secrets, and Zhang Hedao obviously doesn't care about them.

And... not everyone in the Hidden Night Group is an orthodox monk.

Old man Fang, for example, practiced partial Gu art.

There is no good or bad technique.

As the leader of the Yinye Group in Yunshan City, Zhang Hedao's heart is not comparable to that of ordinary people.

"Go back to Dajue Temple, wait for the opportunity, and find a way to contact me secretly if you have trouble."

Tang Sanzan confessed.

Fotong nodded, and walked away resolutely.

Zhang Hedao pinched the Jue in his hand, and Dao Ze's breath kept gathering and surging.

A character "Feng" in seal script evolved and landed on the entrance of the cave.

In an instant, the vortex dissipated, the space returned to calm, and the cave space disappeared from their eyes.

After sealing the entrance, Zhang Hedao's eyes fell on Tang Sanzan and the two women: "Have thought about the conditions, just come to me, this is the old Taoist's promise to you."