Liu Muqing took out the spiritual weapons, looked down and put them away casually. These spiritual weapons were all the favorite things of Wanhua Tianzun back then. However, after so many years, they had already lost their spirituality, but some of the materials were still useful. For some reason, Wanhua Tianzun left the Heavenly Temple, but he went there and never returned. Naturally, these things were not collected by anyone.

As for this dusty letter, it was written by Wanhua Tianzun before leaving, but Liu Muqing knew that there was no word in the letter, and he didn't know what he wanted to express.

After leaving the small courtyard where Wanhua Tianzun was located, Liu Muqing came to the Taoist temple of Mo Xian and the Sword God. The Taoist temple where the two lived was basically the same as Wanhua Tianzun. The only difference was that Mo Xianzun's Taoist temple had many calligraphy, paintings and puppets, while the sword god's room was more sword marks.

These things are of course of useless. Most of them are ordinary things. Even if they are not ordinary things, they have lost their spiritual energy and it is difficult to recover.

When they came to the big yard, they couldn't help but be surprised. The largest yard was very broken, with yellow leaves all over the ground, withered branches, some flowers and plants were already in disgrace, some heavy stone locks used for training were cut in half by swords, and there were broken puppet parts in many places.

"It seems that there has been a battle here. When Wanhua Tianzun left, it was not like this. So that's what happened here after he left. What exactly caused this? Why do I feel that the puppet and sword scars were done by Mo Xian and Sword God!"

Liu Muqing thought secretly as she walked. Her eyes swept through the terrifying sword marks and puppet fragments, and a slight sensation rose in her heart.

Walking through this place, he slowly walked into the main hall. In the center of the main hall, a dry bone that had been withered for many years sat cross-legged on the cushion. His left chest and rib were pierced by a long sword, and cracks were knocked in many parts of his skull and body.

Under this dead bone, there are more fragments of puppets than outside, and there are many broken scrolls in it, as if they were torn apart by someone with brute force.

Liu Muqing's heart moved, walked to the dry bones, lowered her head and looked carefully for a while, and couldn't help but breathe out, her eyes were quite complicated.

This person is not someone else, but the master of Mo Xian and the other two, named Jing Xiuzhen. This Jing Xiuzhen is born strange and has six fingers on his left hand, so Liu Muqing recognized this person.

"I didn't expect that he died at the hands of his disciples. Something must have happened back then, otherwise Wanhua Tianzun would not have left the Immortal Temple for no reason, and Jing Xiuzhen would not have been surrounded and killed by Mo Xian and Sword God. Unfortunately, Wanhua Tianzun forcibly deleted his memories when he left, otherwise he could have a glimpse of it!" Liu Muqing looked at it, sighing in his heart.

The long sword has been corroded and cannot be used more, the puppets have been broken, and the spiritual paintings have been torn into pieces and turned into useless white papers. Liu Muqing couldn't help but sigh. Compared to Su Ying, he was really inferior. He was not as good as he was in advance.

"Brother Monk, let's leave here, I feel very uncomfortable here!"

Su Ying suddenly came to Liu Muqing, took his hand and was about to pull him outside, with a look of anxiety on her face.

Liu Muqing was slightly stunned, and she felt a little strange in her heart, and subconsciously looked around. However, at this moment, his eyes were facing the dry bones, and a red light suddenly shone out from the dry bones and landed on him. Suddenly, he only felt a pain in his heart, his legs became weak, and he couldn't help but kneel on the ground.

"What's going on? Why am I? That red light?"

Liu Muqing was shocked and his magic power was spread all over his body to check it, but he didn't notice anything unusual. It seemed that the feeling of heartache just now was not acting on his body, but on his spirit.

Gradually, Liu Muqing recovered, and the feeling of distress did not recur. However, when he stood up again, he was surprised to find that he was in a strange space at this moment, and the space was bloody, like a sea of ​​blood in Shura.

"Slaying Sea!"

Liu Muqing stared blankly at the ancient stone tablet that suddenly appeared in front of her. It was engraved with three ancient boys, each of which was blood-red, as if it was poured up from blood.

"You can only survive if you kill someone with your closest relatives!"

On the back of this stone tablet, there is a passage engraved, as if explaining the origin of the sea of ​​killing, making people feel creepy all over.

Suddenly, a small ring rose in the surging sea of ​​blood, and on the ring, a petite figure was standing on it at this moment, and she was Su Ying.

Su Ying stood on top with trembling body, her eyes full of fear, as if she was looking for Liu Muqing, and her face was full of anxiety. She was like a puppy lost on the road, waiting for her master to search.

"Brother Monk, you are there!"

Su Ying looked up and saw only the boundless sea of ​​blood, muttering to herself, and crystal tears gradually condensed.

Liu Muqing felt ache in his heart, and took two steps at a time and jumped onto the ring. However, just as he stepped into the ring, the wind and clouds were surging around him, and there was a change in front of him.

Su Ying's petite figure disappeared, replaced by a Taoist nun with a cold face. She looked at Liu Muqing coldly and said in a cold voice: "Take that puppet out, I can save you from death. You lewd embryo, as a Buddhist disciple, dares to have such thoughts. It's really disgusting to hear it!"

Liu Muqing looked closely and found that this person was the Taoist nun in Yue Pavilion. A nameless fire suddenly rose up, and he wanted to kill the Taoist nun in front of him immediately!

"You...you...you're too bullying!"

Liu Muqing pointed at the Taoist nun and said gritting her teeth. Her heart felt like a volcano erupting. A strange voice kept ringing in his ears, as if urging him to take action and kill the man quickly.

"Colored embryo, shameless, dirty and vulgar...!"

Countless insults kept ringing from the Taoist nun's mouth, and every voice and every insult was like a lit torch, burning the anger in Liu Muqing's heart even more intense.

"Go to die!"

Liu Muqing suddenly formed seals with both hands, and Fanao's seal technique kept exerting in his hands. Gradually, a dragon roar suddenly sounded, and the next moment, a huge water dragon suddenly appeared in the air. It was the secretary Shui Longyin he controlled.

Liu Muqing smiled grimly, and pushed the magic trick in his hand slightly forward, and the roaring water dragon flew towards the opposite side with its teeth and claws.

The ferocious claws and teeth bit the Taoist nun hard, but it had no effect. The Taoist nun's face remained unchanged, and she smiled coldly. The insults in her mouth continued to ring, and it had risen to the point of insulting her family, which made Liu Muqing unable to accept it anyway.

Liu Mu Qing became crazy and patted his storage bag, golden cards, countless talismans and even fierce ghosts at this moment. His spiritual energy was rolling, like waves.

However, just as he was about to use all his magic power to use all these methods to die with the other party, the yin and yang pearl that had not moved for a long time suddenly burst out with a pink light.

The ray of light was bright and bright, pointing directly into Liu Muqing's heart. He was like a passerby who was confused and suddenly was pointed out from the road.
Chapter completed!