The old monk was complimented, but his expression did not change. He just said calmly: "To subjugate demons and eliminate demons, only the first culprit will be killed. The first culprit has been eliminated, and we cannot kill the others. Fellow Taoists, let's go!"

The red-armored soldiers in the courtyard also received the news of the commander's death. The corners of their eyes turned red and they fought to the death, but they could not break through the protective magic weapon of the old monk and other monks.

Just when these monks were about to leave, a heroic voice sounded from the house where Zhang Yuanding was: "Want to leave? Have you asked me?"

boom!

An extremely powerful aura suddenly erupted in the room, and the door burst open instantly. A vague phantom broke through the protective shield composed of many magic weapons, and in an instant came to the old monk holding a Zen staff. A huge

He punched the old monk's face with his fist: "Stay!"

The old monk was startled. Before he could react, his nose had been smashed, and his whole head was thrown back by a huge force. His neck was stretched, and his body was pulled by his neck, and his body was lifted off the ground.

It flew up and hit the back hard.

Puff puff puff!

The few monks behind him were unable to dodge. They were not physical practitioners and their bodies were not strong. They were hit by the old monk and exploded on the spot, forming a cloud of blood mist.

After the visitor knocked the old monk away, he kept palming his hands, rushed forward, and punched out a few more times, knocking away all the monks in the aperture of the magic weapon. Some were killed on the spot, while others only suffered a little.

Injured, all shocked.

The old monk stood up from the ground. His nose was crooked, his eyes were slanted, and his teeth were leaking. He was frightened and angry: "Zhang Yuanding! Are you not dead?"

The person who took action was none other than Zhang Yuanding. After his soul was sent back to the earth by Yin Shi, his soul entered his body and he woke up instantly.

After waking up, he squinted his eyes and glanced around, and saw the expressions of grief on the faces of the guards around him, and then heard the sound of killing outside.

He concentrated for a moment, thinking that someone seemed to have broken into the mansion before he fell into coma, but before he could react, his soul had already left his body. It seemed that his being taken away by some evil deed must be related to these people.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but feel angry: "Damn it, it must be these people who are causing trouble and driving evil forces to arrest my soul. If Mr. Yang hadn't taken action, I would have died!"

At that moment, he secretly used his luck and sent a message into the secret at the same time, instructing several guards around him to leave the room as instructed and secretly contact the people.

After the guards left, Zhang Yuanding slowed down his luck and peeked at the opportunity. Seeing that the monks in the mansion were about to evacuate, he took a flying knife, cut off the protective light of these monks, came among them, and took action brazenly.

When he struck, his fists struck, and several Wutu divine needles were stuck between his fingers. Almost all the monks he hit were pricked by poisonous needles.

This attack was unexpected and he was unprepared. His punches were heavy and he killed several of them immediately. Even the leader, the old monk, was seriously injured and almost died.

"You haven't died yet, how could I be willing to die!"

Zhang Yuanding's phantom body suddenly condensed into one person, broke through the protective aperture of the magic weapon, came to stand a foot away from everyone, and sneered: "A group of despicable villains, using evil forces to arrest my soul, and secretly do it, what's the point?"

A man of Tao?"

The old monk with a crooked mouth and nose yelled: "That's nonsense! You were detained by the underworld because your life was about to end. What does it have to do with us? Zhang Yuanding, you poisoned living beings, disturbed the imperial court, acted lawlessly, and disturbed the world. I

We have to slay demons from generation to generation, so naturally we cannot just sit idly by and watch."

When he said this, he waved the Zen staff in his hand and turned into a golden dragon, baring its teeth and claws, and rushed towards Zhang Yuanding.

Zhang Yuanding was furious, waved his palm, and the flying knife flew out of his hand, hitting the golden dragon's neck: "Hit!"

The golden dragon swayed, made a banging sound, twisted a few times in the air, fell to the dust, and turned into a Zen staff again.

"What a poisonous flying knife!"

The old monk was so shocked that he had no time to pick up the Zen staff and shouted to the monks on the left and right: "Everyone, let's kill this beast together!"

The remaining ten monks all reacted, and when the old monk spoke, they all activated their magic weapons and blasted them towards Zhang Yuanding.

Zhang Yuanding laughed heartily, his body flashed suddenly, and he disappeared in the courtyard, avoiding the bombardment of all the magic weapons. The next moment, a voice sounded from the street not far away: "Set up the formation!"

At this time, tens of thousands of elite soldiers in Fuzhou City were alerted, and they set up a formation to surround half of the city block. After hearing Zhang Yuanding's order, one of the leading generals shouted loudly: "Eastern Qinglong Jiayimu!"

Another general shouted: "Southern Suzaku Bingding Fire!"

The Western general shouted: "White Tiger Geng Xin Jin of the West!"

The northern general shouted: "Northern Xuanwu Rengui Water!"

In an instant, a large formation of four elephants was formed, attracting the magic power of the four elephants of heaven and earth, and enclosing the entire house where Zhang Yuanding was located. The wind was like a knife, the energy was like clouds, water, fire, thunder and lightning, blocking all directions.

Seeing such power, a group of monks in the courtyard couldn't help but change their faces and became panicked.

The leading old monk held on to his Zen staff, his body trembling slightly: "Amitabha, how could this traitor put up such a vicious formation?"

The monks behind the old monk were slightly commotion. They were all relatives, friends, or elders of the monks who were killed by Zhang Yuanding some time ago. This time they accompanied the old monk to assassinate Zhang Yuanding.

Before coming to assassinate, they worked together to activate the magic talisman in advance and ordered the underworld to capture Zhang Yuanding's soul. After the magic talisman took effect, they were ready to destroy Zhang Yuanding's body. From now on, no matter how powerful Zhang Yuanding is, he will fall into a place of eternal destruction.

There is no chance of survival anymore.

But now Zhang Yuanding is not only not dead, but also seems to have improved greatly in strength. He struck out like a sudden storm, killing many monks, and set up a large formation outside. He was about to wipe them out. Naturally, everyone was frightened.

Seeing their fear, the leading old monk comforted them: "These are just mortal methods. Even if we set up a large formation, it is impossible to hurt us..."

Before he could finish his sentence, he felt his eyes go dark, his body stiffened, his mouth opened, and his face showed an expression of disbelief, but his body fell to the sky and fell to the ground, making a huge noise. The Zen staff came down and smashed.

His head was smashed and he was bleeding profusely.

At the same time, several monks who were secretly acupunctured by Zhang Yuanding also felt that their whole bodies were stiff and their true energy was blocked. They groaned a few times and fell to the ground softly.

"After being hit by my Wutu Divine Needle, I can still sustain it for such a long time. This group of monks is quite virtuous."

When these people were in chaos, Zhang Yuanding's body appeared in the courtyard again, snorting coldly. At this time, there was a long sword in his hand, and the sword energy was approaching the remaining monks.

Among the few remaining monks and monks, some saw the opportunity early and fled in all directions, changing their appearance before running away. While the remaining monks were stunned, Zhang Yuanding's long sword had already struck, and there was a series of muffled sounds of "Puff, Puff, Puff".

, a dozen monks all

Zhang Yuanding had his head chopped off, and the bald head of the leading old monk was also cut off by Zhang Yuanding, and was thrown to a red-armored guard: "Hang this old monk's head on the city gate and let these monks know.

The consequences for me!"

His face turned cold: "If I could take charge of the world, I would definitely destroy the temples of these monks and cut off their incense! Damn it, this is a battle between ordinary people, why do these monks do such stupid things!

I conquer my world, and they practice their way. If I really do all kinds of evil, they will kill me if they kill me. But I treat the people well and never kill indiscriminately, which makes the people in Lingnan better than under the rule of the Song Dynasty.
Chapter completed!