Chapter 2 Three Update Temple Dou Shura

Heawei held his breath and stared at the cracked stone wall without squinting. He saw a huge hoof stepping out of the dust and smoke, followed by the whole body, which was a tall and powerful night fork.

The night fork stepped out, and the whole temple felt shocked. It waved the long halberd in its hand and stabbed hard towards the heavy light. It was avoided by the heavy light and smashed a huge deep pit on the ground.

The heavy light smacked its tongue, and the night fork was so powerful. At this time, the previous yin qi had gathered smaller and smaller, and finally condensed into a black bead. The night fork's big hand seemed to have a huge suction, sucking the bead into his hand, and then shook the hand into a fist. When it was opened again, the bead had disappeared.

Chongguang's eyes widened with an incredible expression on his face. The bead was obviously a ghost weapon. Before he went down the mountain, he thought it was just an ordinary haunted ghost. When he listened to Mayor Xiao's details, he already felt wrong, but he also thought it was just some mountain spirits, and he never expected that there would be monks to participate.

"This night fork is so powerful that it is no longer easy to deal with. If another monk intervenes behind it, it will be more difficult. I don't know Taoism. I rely on yang qi and martial arts. It's okay to deal with ordinary ghosts. I'm afraid of my strength to deal with monks with magical powers.

Chongguang secretly calculated in his heart, but his hand movements were not slow. In an instant, one person and one ghost had fought with each other. Although the night fork was infinitely powerful, his moves were ordinary. After a fierce fight, his body had been seriously injured in more than a dozen places. However, this night fork's whole body is full of yin qi, and being stabbed only loses some yin qi and does not affect the action.

The night fork was stabbed one after another, furious, shouted angrily, and waved the halberd in his hand, emitting a few sharp and unparalleled spirits. Although it did not hit the heavy light, it cut off the square pillar of the hall. After hearing a crackling loud noise, the already crumbling mountain temple finally couldn't stand it and completely collapsed.

The rainstorm is still pouring, and the heavy light stands upright in the flying dust. Although he is disgraced, his martial arts skills have reached the peak. His physical strength has reached the limit of the human body, and the bricks naturally cannot hurt him. It's just that the night fork in front of him is obviously not a secular weapon that can be hurt. In the face of this monster composed entirely of yin qi, he also feels like a tiger eating the sky and has nowhere to eat.

"It's a pity that I can't pass this level of induction and can't practice the magic power of Taoism. Otherwise, I can burn this monster with just a little real fire of Taoism, or use the five thunder 1 method, thunder, thunder--" Suddenly, he had an idea. Looking at the pouring rain, he seemed to think of something and couldn't catch the essentials for a moment.

The night fork was buried in the ground by earth and stone. Its body was already heavy. It finally got up and rushed up again with an angry cry. The long halberd in its hand waved continuously, and the air shot out and cut through gullies on the muddy ground.

Heavy light jumped up one after another to avoid the gas. His Taoist robe had been dried by fire, but at this time he was soaked by the heavy rain and clung to his body, which was very uncomfortable. But he didn't care at all. The more brave he fought, the more brave he became. He only felt that he was full of fighting spirit, and his whole body was like a sword, emitting unparalleled momentum.

When he was on the mountain, he had been practicing hard alone, occasionally competing with his peers, and only to the point. Since his peers broke through the induction one after another and practiced his magic power, no one has accompanied him to martial arts. Although this Yasha's moves are rough, its strength is infinite, and its strength is unparalleled. It can be said that it can be reduced ten times with one force, and its potential is strong. It is simply immortal. For him, this war is the touchstone to verify his martial arts.

This battle in the rain is more fierce than the previous moves in the temple. The night fork was extremely brave and not afraid of weapons. Every time it was a life-stake-threate blow, and the halberd in his hand was like a poisonous snake, which was fatal. Chongguang successively used the cloud palm, Tianangbu and 13-way magic swordsmanship of Kunlun's secret legend. The night fork was killed and injured by him more than a hundred times, and even his head was cut off several times, but it soon recovered as before and rushed over again with a roar.

The waves of fighting filled the whole forest, stirring up a burst of sand and stones. The strong wind swept in, blowing up pieces of raindrops and hitting the face of heavy light. He was already soaked, and the rain mixed with sweat dripped down his trousers to the ground. The Yasha's movements are getting faster and faster, and the skills and moves are becoming more and more exquisite. Chongguang has repeated several old skills, but it is actually cracked by it. What is particularly important is that the other party is becoming more and more proficient in the use of energy, and has made Chongguang almost survive several times.

A flash of lightning crossed the sky and broke the dark night. The electric light lit up the whole forest and sprinkled on the night fork. The night fork suddenly let out a sad howl, threw down the halberd, and stretched out a pair of huge palms to cover its face. Seeing the situation, he waved his sword into mid-air without hesitation. The electric light came one after another. When the sword fell from the air and had caused nine days of thunder, he jumped out, grabbed the hilt of the sword, and took the opportunity to stab the thunder-filled sword into the chest of the struggling night fork on the ground.

The powerful lightning strike made half of his body numb. Fortunately, he has practiced hard since he was a child. What he learned is Xuanmen authentic and is not afraid of thunderstorms. When he struggled to get up from the ground, the night fork had been penetrated by lightning and turned into countless flying ash, leaving only a few black beads and a huge skull on the ground.

Chongguang recognized at a glance that this bead was the yin qi condensation of the little ghost before. The skull should be the original shape of the night fork. These beads can absorb yin qi and provide power for the night for the night fork turned into the skull. Obviously, it is a magic weapon refined by the ghost monk.

"I didn't expect that you knew how to borrow the power of thunder and destroy the Ursura I trained. It took me a lot of effort. I originally wanted to use your martial arts to train Urorus's practical skills." A gloomy voice came into the woods from afar. Chongguang, who had just recovered, was stunned and stood up with a sword.

With the bright light of lightning, the heavy light saw the people clearly. To be precise, this is no longer a person or even a living thing. Its skin is dry and close to its face. A pair of empty pupils emitting a faint green light. Its sparse hair has become white, highlighting the high forehead. Its whole body is shrinking in a wide black robe, and only a pair of thin hands like chicken claws are exposed, holding a walking stick made of human bones.

"Who are you?" Chongguang asked in a low voice.

"Don't you already have the answer? Young man, I am the owner of this deep underworld. You can call me King of Fongdu.

"Underworld, are you going to turn this place into a underworld?"

"Yes, the whole Sanhe Town has been besieged by the magic array I laid. It can only go in and out. No one can go out."

"With me, you can't succeed." Chongguang lifted a true breath and jumped up. His body was like an arrow away from the string. Between the rise and fall of the rabbit, he had jumped to the king of the capital. With a wave of his long arm, he had already cut the head of the king of the capital with a sword. However, the blade is like floating light and shadow, and there is no force, and the body of the King of Fudu turned out to be an illusion.

"Useless, young man, I am not such an unwise thing as Esura. The whole mountain forest is my Taoist temple. The grass and tree here echo my magic power. I am the master of this world. You are extremely good at martial arts and smart. As long as you rely on me, it is easy to get fame, status, power, money, and even eternal life. How about it? You can consider whether to be my subordinate alive or die and be refined into a magic weapon by me, just like those dead mountain people.

"You can't imagine that I am a disciple of Kunlun, and I will never be with you."

"Really, young man, but why do I see the light of desire in your eyes? Although you hide it deeply, you can't hide it from me. You must have a deep desire, and you need to vent.

King Bindu's voice is cold to the bone, with a strange charm. Chongguang's hand was shaking, and the sword was almost out. He felt an invisible pressure around him, forcing himself to breathe. There seemed to be countless voices echoing in his ear, including angry shouts, crying marks, sad screams, and vicious curses.

"You are only 17 or 18 years old. In the past ten years, there are always some things you have been wanting to do, and there are always some people you have been thinking about." The empty pupils of King Fongdu are shining brightly, as if they have holes in people's hearts. Life should be happy in the world, and there is no need to care about so many rules. Young people, obey your heart and release the desire from the bottom of your heart. You won't be so painful.

The heavy vision blurred, his throat was full of cold sweat in his hands. A scene that had wandered repeatedly in his memories appeared in front of him. It was a blazing fire that lit up half of the sky. Several figures in the sea of fire were struggling and howling, and the familiar scream was like a sharp blade, stabbing the heart of the heavy light.

"No--" He was about to crack and shouted loudly. The voice of King Yudu continued, faintly restraining his thoughts: "So this is your past. It's really miserable. Over the years, you must have lived in hatred for your enemies every day. The desire for revenge is like a poisonous snake, biting your heart. Why don't you take revenge? Why do you want your enemies to be happy in the world and make yourself so painful? Since we are alive, we must live happily. The more painful the enemy is, the happier I will be. Therefore, I will use my life's strength to make my enemy painful and more painful.

Chongguang only felt a flame burning at the bottom of his heart, and the blood all over his body was boiling, and there was boundless murder in his eyes. He clenched his sword with both hands and chopped it hard, as if his enemies day and night were right in front of him, and he was being torn into countless pieces by himself.

"Yes, that's it. Well done, young people, revenge is like a glass of old wine. Only by tasting it yourself can you feel its taste."

The rain gradually became smaller, but the lightning in the sky was one after another. The electric light cut through the dark night sky and reflected on the face of the heavy light, which was particularly ferocious. He felt that he was full of strength and could tear up everything in front of him. The memories of the past repeated in his mind, and his thoughts were pulled by the voice of King Fongdu, and his eyes were full of madness.

"Throw the torch over quickly."

"Don't let anyone run away."

"Kill him, kill this evil seed."

The voice in the dream echoed in his ear, as if it were true and fantasy, making him unable to distinguish between reality and falsehood.

"Ah--" He looked up to the sky and heard it for several years. He only felt that the anger in his chest had to be relieved. However, a sudden coldness in his chest was like enlightenment, sweeping away his chaotic thoughts and suddenly pulled him out of memories of the past and the impulse of revenge.

The madness in his eyes gradually dissipated. He stared at the illusion of the king of the capital in front of him. While using all his strength to fight against the inexplicable pressure, he said word by word, "I have a sword, but I can kill the heart demon."

The long sword in his hand suddenly flourished, like a brilliant white practice, breaking the heavy pressure, pounding the yellow dragon, and stabbing the collapsed statue on the ground with a sword.

Wherever the sword light, a black smoke cloud burst out, and a staggering figure rolled out of the smoke cloud awkwardly. His feet were light, and his figure had retreated several feet. He could actually make a shocked and angry look on his dry face, which was the gloomy and terrible image of King Fangdu.