But Kongxing looked calm and walked slowly towards the man with a long-robed ghost face, saying in a solemn voice: "But I don't know what kind of festivals I have with you in Kongjue Temple."

The man in the long-robed robe sneered and said sternly: "The Holy Church is the same as your so-called righteous path. The Holy Church wants to unify the three realms. He advises you to put down your weapons and surrender, so as not to harm your life."

When Kwang Xing heard this, he immediately understood that this person was a person in the devil's way, but he didn't know for a moment what sect it was. He was so arrogant and wanted to unify the three realms, so his face darkened and shouted, "The evil demons and heretics claim to be great and arrogant." Kwang Xing originally wanted to ask which sect he came from, but halfway through his words, he thought, no matter what sect you are in, you will capture you first.

The man in the long-robed robe was angry with Hunxing, but he was not afraid. Instead, he sneered at Hunxing and looked at Hunxing with contempt. Before Hunxing could speak, his body shook, and he drifted back to the woods like a ghost. He slowly raised his right hand, and his palm was facing upwards, making a summoning move into the sky. Then, a square light strip appeared about three feet away from the palm, with strange words written on it, as if it was a decree.

Immediately afterwards, several red lights appeared around the tea stall. After the red light, there were more than a dozen weird people wearing ghost masks but wearing strange clothes. The reason why they were called strange clothes was because the clothes of those people looked like big red pockets. Compared with the pockets, there were only sleeves and trouser legs. Apart from the extended head, there was no gap to find on the whole body, which made people wonder how they put them on.

Just as the people were puzzled, the ghost-faced monsters dispersed one after another, and two burly monsters with the same dress came out from behind the crowd. They walked strange dance steps and rang the tambourine in their hands. After a few dull "dongdong" sounds, they began to shake rapidly. Then the copper bell on the tambourine made a ringtone, like a long cone harsh ear.

Along with it was a loud noise, as if something was ignited and cracked in the sky. Two flames fell from the sky, and the flames fell down with rolling black smoke.

After two loud "bang bang", two giants fell to the ground in a row, causing a burst of dust and smoke, causing a considerable vibration on the ground.

Everyone looked in surprise and saw two tall monsters appearing in front of the group of monsters. They looked like lions and tigers, about 2 feet tall, and more than two feet long. The head was huge, their eyes were like tea trays, and their bloody mouths were cracked, revealing their fangs more than two feet long. The front claws were like steel hooks, constantly plucking the soil on the ground, and roaring angrily at the monks of Kongjue Temple. Their powerful momentum was so breathtaking. What was even more strange was that there was a black and thick iron chain tied to the monster's neck, which kept making "gurgling" sounds.

The appearance of such a monster caused a lot of commotion among the monks of Kongjue Temple. Everyone picked up their weapons and moved closer to the Kongxing, forming a guard formation. But from the bottom of their hearts, although these monks retreated from the deadly battle with the Demon Dao not long ago, these monsters and monsters are much more terrifying than the two-faced Buddha and Demon Dao people in Luotian Mountain. After all, most of the two-faced Buddha and Demon Dao people still look like humans in terms of appearance.

On the other hand, two other weirdos, like women, walked up, cursing incomprehensible language, waved the rattan in their hands, and kept hitting the two monsters. The rattan was about several feet long, dark red-brown, the thickness of ordinary people's arms, and covered with barb spikes. Every time they waved the whip, they hit the monster heavily, and the sound of the whip, and the monster immediately burst into flesh and blood flowed out.

When everyone was surprised again, a strange phenomenon suddenly arose, and the injured part of the monster began to burn. In a short while, the monster's whole body was surrounded by raging fire. Seeing this, the monster cheered happily, as if they had completed a grand ceremony, celebrating each other with high-fives.

At this time, the man with a long-robed ghost face spread his arms and shouted a few words to the sky. Then he pointed to the monks of Kongjue Temple, took a sharp step back, and said loudly: "Burn, blood flame beast!"

Before the monks responded, the two blood-flaming beasts burning with flames roared and rushed over at the same time. The monsters behind them also pulled out sharp swords that looked like cow's horns, followed closely, cheering and rushing towards them with strange screams.

In fear, the monks of Kongjue Temple smashed the magic weapon together, but something even more frightening happened. The two blood-flame beasts ignored the attack of the magic weapon. After a few muffled sounds, the magic weapon was bounced back one after another. Following the magic weapon was the figure of the flame beast rushing towards him, grabbing and biting it, and in an instant, several monks were injured on the ground. Several people hugged the thick trees together, and the blood-flame beast grabbed the blood-flame beast in half with one claw.

The small tea stall was instantly blown into pieces, the tables, chairs, benches, and the flames were shattered, and the sea of ​​fire was scattered everywhere. The light and shadows were moving, and the crying continued, resounding throughout the night sky. Various magic weapons were filled with strange lights and spirals, flying in the air, and a burning smell spread everywhere.

What is even more suffocating is that the strange people behind the two blood-flame beasts did not participate in the fight. In addition to simple defense, they only held sharp knives in their hands and stepped on their heads and necks one by one against the injured monks who had lost their ability to resist, and used a sharp knives to cut the major artery of the neck with a sharp knive. Such a brutal behavior and such killing are chilling.

Stimulated by blood, fire, and screams, the blood-flame beasts became more and more fierce as they fought, and naturally the monks in Kongjue Temple became more and more tragic, gathering together to fight helplessly.

Several younger disciples shouted in a grief and anxious voice: "Senior Brother, what should we do?"

Yes, in this tragic situation, young people can only rely on the elderly, but the attack speed and ability to resist strikes of the Blood Flame Beast cannot allow everyone to think about it. The only thing they can do is to get together and retreat while making weak resistance.

Seeing that the Blood Flame Beast was coming so fiercely, everyone gathered together and suffered extremely heavy casualties. A flash of inspiration flashed in their minds, and they hurriedly called out to everyone to scatter and fight with the Blood Flame Beast. After receiving the order, everyone set up magic weapons and scattered.

The situation in the field was like a cat catching a mouse, and the blood-flame beast rushed around, and the monks of Kongjue Temple hid in and out. Although they didn't look very good, this method was indeed effective. Finally, the casualties were reduced. Only then could Kwangxing take off and check on his seriously injured junior brother.

Seeing that those seriously injured junior brothers could not survive, the Kanxing was in great pain, hatred occupied everything, overwhelmed all emotions, and decided to die with the Blood Flame Beast, but was pulled by someone. A slightly injured junior brother begged in pain: "Senior Brother, don't make unnecessary sacrifices, retreat quickly! If you can take one more person, take one person away." This proposal was agreed by everyone, and then the injured disciples covered the flexible disciples to retreat.

Looking at the figures of the junior brothers who were righteous and pounced on the monsters like moths to the fire, the empty walk and the people who were able to retreat were gone with regret, their eyes seemed to be blocked by something, gradually becoming hazy, and the flames and shaking figures gradually blurred into one...

"With the junior brothers sacrificed their lives to resist, I and the five junior brothers who were poisoned by the Seven Evils Tianluo Mirror escaped by luck. I am really useless." When I said this, Kwang Xing was already in tears.

Feng Shuzhu sighed lightly, with a sympathetic look on his face and said, "The mage does not have to blame himself too much. When the incident happened suddenly, everyone was caught off guard. At such a critical moment, he thought of fighting with the Blood Flame Beast. It can be seen that the mage's wisdom is still very comparable to that of a human."

Kongxing wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and said, "Oh, Young Master Feng doesn't need to comfort me like this. If you count the battle of Luotian Mountain, Kongjue Temple suffered heavy losses. I am indeed responsible for being in prison and wasted all my efforts." After saying that, he was secretly sad.

Seeing that he could not persuade Knight Xing for a moment, Feng Shuzhu recalled the miserable appearance he saw that day, and was silent for a moment, just said: "Have those weird people and blood-flame beasts never appeared again?"

The short market sentiment calmed down a little, shook his head and said slowly: "There are no traces of them so far. They seem to have appeared out of thin air and disappeared out of thin air."

"In Feng Mou's opinion, the man in the long-robed robe was the only person who spoke. According to him, they should be the same sect and have their own leader." Feng Shuzhu frowned slightly.

The dumbfounded nodded and said, "Young Master Feng said it well. I can feel that the man in the long robe of ghost face is the only human being similar to us, and the rest are at least not people from Central Plains."

Feng Shuzhu looked at Kongxing and asked, "Then, Kongjue Temple is concerned about this matter now..."

Kong Xing clenched his fists, bit his cheeks tightly, and his temples bulged very high, saying, "In this tragic disaster, Kongjue Temple will definitely keep track of it."

Feng Shuzhu nodded with confidence when he heard this. After a while, he said, "If you have the chance, Feng wants to see the blood-flame beast that will burn after bleeding." After that, his eyes turned out to the cave again, as if he was sighing that the world is so great that it is indeed full of wonders, and it is really hard to understand the whole picture.

After a long time, a calm voice came from behind him: "Amitabha, if there is any news, I will definitely inform Mr. Feng."

Feng Shuzhu did not look back, but still looked outside and said, "Master Jingchenzi, don't know where he is at this time?"

Kong Xing walked up and looked out of the cave, saying, "Why don't we go out for a walk, too."

Feng Shuzhu nodded slightly, without speaking, but felt an invisible pressure coming towards him, as if the eight hundred miles of Zhulongling turned into a huge rock and pressed against his backbone.

Just now, outside the cave, a white butterfly flew over, flapping its wings among the beautiful flowers, and wandering a little, like a beautiful woman, facing the wind without any nostalgia, as if she was deliberately hiding her heart, hiding from the gaze of Feng Shuzhu, and flew into the morning mist in the distance. The morning mist devoured her like the morning mist a long time ago, leaving behind a decisive and coldness.
Chapter completed!