Chapter 225 Blood Wash Anyang

After the white-shirted woman completely disappeared, the child named Ye Xuanjun had helped Han Rui untie the shackles of the sword light. Regardless of whether Ye Xuanjun could escape by himself, Han Rui stretched out his arm and picked him up and floated in the direction where the white-shirted woman's body just disappeared.

"That was your sister just now. Where is the camp she said? Take us there and kill the disciples of the Demon Sect together." Han Rui's feet were windy, and his speed was not much slower than the white-shirted woman, but because Ye Xuanjun did not release the shackles by himself for a moment, he could not find the trace of the white-shirted woman. So he ran and asked Ye Xuanjun in his arms.

"Sisters are at the left turn not far ahead. There is a lake called Yuehe Lake." Ye Xuanjun was caught in Han Rui's arms. Although Han Rui's feet were extremely fast, he did not hurt himself at all, so he said to Han Rui.

"What lake? There is only one place called Falling Moon Lake in Anyang City. Oh, I see. They must have hidden in the place where Miss Liu was hiding. Hearing Ye Xuanjun in his arms, Han Rui immediately guessed that they were hiding in the Falling Moon Lake, so he thought of the place where he had found Miss Liu's hiding place and flew quickly to the Falling Moon Lake. The two disciples of the Huihui Cave Gate couldn't catch up with Han Rui. While panting, they waved their hands at Han Rui. They couldn't say any words in their mouth. They just wanted Han Rui to wait for them more. The Mozong coalition attacked Anyang City, and the two of them had to wait to die.

Han Rui can't take care of so much. Now the plan is to reunate with Master Xi Feng and Uncle in Blood as soon as possible, so that he can know himself and know his enemy and be invincible.

Before Han Rui and Ye Xuanjun felt the falling moon lake, there were bursts of explosions from the lake not far away. Above the falling moon lake, there stood more than a dozen people dressed in unknown clothes. Everyone's face looked like a murderous god, and the spiritual fluctuations emitted from the dozen people showed that the other party was at least close to the level of gods and demons. If Han Rui is not as good as a top immortal, he can't stop the opponent's attack of a formula.

With Ye Xuanjun, he could not take risks, so he had to hide in the distance and quietly watch what happened on the lock on the falling moon lake. I only saw an old monk with white eyebrows suddenly jump out of the cave, and then jump up and stand among the dozen people. Then his body suddenly shook, and a strong spiritual power spread throughout the falling moon lake.

"I didn't expect that the old monk would see you in his lifetime. It's really a pleasure to meet you." The white-browed old monk was not afraid of the dozen big men around him, but was extremely relaxed.

"The bitter Zen monk of Tianxin Temple? You're not dead yet?" When the dozen people saw the old monk who suddenly appeared in front of him, they were immediately shocked, and their minds became blank in an instant. One of them took a step forward and shouted out.

"It's pitiful, but the old monk has never died. But I didn't expect that the Taoist man died and resurrected. Decades later, he launched the war of immortals and demons again. It's really a sin, sin!" The old monk put his hands together and said something.

"Do not talk to him. Today, none of these immortal 'righteous people' want to leave this falling moon lake alive." It was confirmed that the person in front of him was indeed a bitter meditation monk. One of the more than a dozen people shouted loudly, and then the dozen people jumped up at the same time. The weapons in their hands had already been cold and shining. In an instant, they had fallen beside the bitter meditation monk. Suddenly, the surrounding waves flashed, and the magic formulas followed a cluster. Looking from afar, they were also sparkling and colorful. Six colors.

It turns out that the old monk is the master of Huikong and Huineng in Anci Temple in Anyang City, and the bitter Zen monk of Tianxin Temple. At the beginning, it was rumored that he was killed by Huikong, that is, Shikong. He didn't want to suddenly appear today. The bitter Zen monk was extremely powerful. Those people have heard of it for a long time, and there is no reason to be afraid today. Therefore, they came forward together and joined hands to kill the bitter Zen monk.

"Do not hurt my master!" Seeing that the monk was trapped by the crowd, a seemingly old monk suddenly jumped out of the hidden hole in the falling moon lake, wearing a sabers all over his body, and looked like a temple abbot.

"Abbot Huineng?" Han Rui recognized it at a glance and jumped out to help. It was the abbot of Anci Temple in Anyang City.

Although Huineng joined the battle, he still couldn't turn the situation around. The cultivation of more than a dozen disciples of the Demon Sect who came here is not weak, and even a few of them are close to the level of gods and demons. Just when the master and apprentice were a little invincible, more than a dozen people jumped out of the secret cave of the falling moon lake one after another. Those people dressed differently, but from the spiritual fluctuations driven by the surroundings, it can be guessed that those people are all the top ranks among the immortals.

"The head of Qiankun Gate, deputy head, five exercisers, master, uncle..." Han Rui did not appear immediately, but after careful observation, he found that the people who jumped out of the small hole were the core forces of the various sects in today's immortal sect.

"Big brother, why don't we go out and help them?" Ye Xuanjun looked at the people who were still fighting, turned his head to look at Han Rui, and asked. His voice was very childish, but his expression was not nervous. As usual, Han Rui had already admired him.

"There are so many people in the Mozong coalition all of a sudden. I'm afraid there are reinforcements behind us. We are still hiding here. When the Mozong coalition comes, it's not too late for us to take action. And look!" Han Rui pointed to several people on the scene, each with exquisite mental cultivation, fighting with the dozens of people, completely occupying the top. Our cultivation is much worse than theirs. Even if we participate in it, we will drag others to take care of us. Let's take a look first. Han Rui explained to Ye Xuanjun.

The two sides are originally opposed by many immortals and demons. Now they are fighting at this critical moment, and they dare not reserve anything. All kinds of mental methods and techniques are endless. One was tired, and was guarded by another person. He sat down to restore his physical strength and spiritual power, and then fought. In less than two rounds, the disciples of the Demon Sect have been unable to resist and will be captured.

"Okay, this is what you forced us. In this case, we are not polite." One of the disciples of the Demon Sect saw that there were more and more people coming from Xianzong, and his skills and cultivation were much higher than his own people. He couldn't help regretting that he was too impulsive, jumped to the back of the team, and then looked at everyone shouting loudly.

"Ten disasters of the Demon Sect, joint promotion, self-detonation here!"