In the valley, there was thick fog floating around a wasteland.

The dilapidated Yiwang Temple stands in the wasteland at this time.

Still shaking.

An old man was sitting in a thatched bush directly in front of the dilapidated temple. He was wearing coarse linen clothes and straw sandals, with a numb expression, looking like an old hunter in the mountains who had suffered from life hardships.

But of course he is not an old hunter, he is not a normal person. How could a normal person carry a coffin with him?

The old man placed the coffin on the ground, leaning his body on it, his eyes were dull and motionless.

After a long time, the weeds swayed and a strong young man walked over carefully: "Old man, the goal still did not appear."

Hearing the voice, the old man slowly looked up and said, "Why haven't they appeared yet? Didn't you say he appeared before this demon temple? Now that the demon temple has come out, where are they?"

The person who reported the news smiled bitterly and said, "I don't know, but they will definitely appear. We have internal news. They did come here and went to Yiwang Temple in the afternoon..."

"Where are they?" the old man interrupted him and asked dryly, "Why did they not show up for a long time? You called me from afar, aren't you going to make me laugh?"

The old man said as he reached out to touch the lid of the coffin. The informant and his subordinates trembled: "I dare not, please wait patiently if you carry the coffin."

Someone came again, and when he saw the newsman, he shook his head.

The popularity of the news broke the small tree around him with a palm. He angrily said, "The people in Tianjian have always been arrogant and domineering. How could this Jixiang County's seal be so cowardly? Shouldn't they come to look for the demon temple with great swagger? Why haven't they appeared yet?"

A thin man in black clothes said carefully: "Young Master Huang, could it be that we were exposed?"

The informant shook his head flatly: "It is impossible. Wang Qilin told the host Shenjue at Yiwang Temple that he would come back to find the demon temple. After we got the news, we lurked. Yu Yiwang was unable to find us even if he listened to the round pattern secret technique, let alone the Jixiang County Seal, which is a hundred miles away?"

"Then why haven't they appeared yet?"

"Yes, they entered the mountain in the evening. Logically speaking, they must have come here to wait for the temple."

"Can they not know where the demon temple appears? I asked the people who were rushing to ask, and they had seen this group of people, saying that they would not look back in the direction they were going. Do they think that the July Temple or the demon temple appeared in the unturned direction?"

Young Master Huang sneered and said, "Nonsense, don't underestimate our opponent's intelligence. Shi Zhoushan's fool suffered this loss. Their target is the demon temple. How could they enter the mountain without investigating the location of the demon temple? There are no records of changes in the temple location in Tingtianjian."

A crow covered in darkness flew over and cried violently, and a man whispered: "Young Master Huang, someone is here!"

Young Master Huang waved: "The one who came here must be the group of people from the Heavenly Supervisory Bureau. He is preparing to inform the old man carrying the coffin and ask him to take action!"

The man nodded: "Young Master Huang made a brilliant plan. The one who came here was indeed a hawk from the Heavenly Bureau, but it was not the four people mentioned in the news, but nearly ten people!"

The locust trees swayed and the branches and leaves were flying in the mountains. Before they could see the figure of the visitor, hundreds of sharp arrows roared down from the air.

Everyone hurriedly avoided, and someone released the little ghost to help him block the arrows. As a result, the little ghost had just slapped two arrows, and a golden big handprint appeared out of thin air, like a fly swattering fly insects. The big handprint fell from the air with a sharp arrow and slapped the little ghost in front of him!

The little devil screamed in fear!

At this time, a coffin flew over, and the coffin hit the big handprint like a shield. The big handprint dissipated, and the coffin was photographed and fell to the ground.

"Bang"!

With a dull and loud noise, the coffin fell to the ground and shook the grass leaves flew around.

The old man carrying the coffin appeared on the head of the coffin, but he was still sitting on the ground with an arm resting on the coffin, his posture exactly the same as before, as if he had never moved.

Someone exclaimed in a low voice after seeing this: "The old man carrying a coffin, he is really a master!"

Amid the sound of plucking grass and trees, a group of people came to kill.

Among the people who led the lead was a boy, with a childish look on his face, but the big men around him were respectful to him: "Mr. Wan, the thief is right in front of him!"

The young man walked forward quickly and said sternly: "Let the case of Tianshenjian, Wan Fozi, the Iron Wei of Yunzhou Prefecture, is here. If you want to save your life, stand up obediently and don't move!"

The two sides quickly contacted each other. Someone around Mr. Huang looked at it in the dim moonlight and whispered: "Not only Tiewei is here, but Li Haiyan from Yongshui County is also here. The arrow rain just now is his masterpiece."

Mr. Huang looked at the people ahead with a gloomy face and said, "I know that Li Haiyan is from the Mo family. He has loved woodworking machinery since he was a child and has made many powerful crossbow equipment, right?"

"Young Master Huang Mingjian, that's exactly what it is."

Mr. Huang asked again: "Is there no way to recruit him? It is too wasteful to stay in Letian Chuan. He should design weapons for the army. With his assistance, our cavalry will definitely get more powerful weapons!"

"Young Master Huang forgives his crimes, and his subordinates are too poor to attract people's hearts, so they are powerless."

The old man carrying the coffin turned around and interrupted their conversation and asked, "Master, aren't you going to deal with a big seal? Why is there an iron lieutenant?"

Mr. Huang avoided the important matter and said: "The old man carrying the coffin is the number one killer in Zhongzhou. It is not easy to kill an Iron Guard? In fact, this Iron Guard is not in our plan, but it is best to kill it. Of course, we will increase the money."

The old man carrying the coffin did not respond, but just laughed strangely.

The troops from Tingtianjian were divided into two groups. Wan Fozi led his men to directly enter the formation and kill the old man with a coffin. Another large seal with pine patterns on his official uniform led the men to scatter from both wings.

This time, the people from Tingtianjian were all strong men, with wooden boxes on their bodies. After they fell into the position, they immediately put down the wooden boxes, opened the lid, and clusters of sharp arrows appeared inside.

Wan Fozi quickly walked forward and opened his mouth to speak. The old man leaning against the coffin clapped his hands suddenly, and the lid of the coffin flew over like an iron plate.

The night wind whistles, the sound of breaking through the air!

Seeing that the ten thousand Buddhas clasped their hands together, a Buddha flew out from the top of his head. After the Buddha appeared, he chanted the Buddha's name, took one step, shrank into an inch, and directly rushed to the old man with a coffin on his back and hit him with a punch of the Tiger God.

The old man with the coffin got up and danced the coffin. The Buddha Shadow punched one after another, hitting the coffin.

It was like beating a drum, and suddenly, there was a constant sound of banging.

The boss takes action, so the younger brothers naturally have to attack.

The big seal Li Haiyan waved his arms, and the big men pulled the wooden box, and the sound of whizzing air tearing sounded, and arrows and rain flew out again.

Someone around Mr. Huang practiced hard-core kung fu. He was not afraid of such ordinary sharp arrows. His luck was full of luck, his qi and blood were bulging, and his muscles were bulging, and he rushed towards Li Haiyan like a beast.

Li Haiyan kicked the box in front of him, jumped up, a sickle was pushed out, and then turned into a silver moon and flew out.

There are complicated runes engraved on the sickle, but the night color is gloomy and can't see clearly. The man didn't know how powerful it was. Facing the flying Yin Yue, he actually stole his horse and tried to carry it hard.

Yin Yue flew to him and shone brightly, and the number instantly increased tenfold, shooting all at the big man one after another.

The big man's black clothes were shattered. His hard function blocked several Silver Moon Flying Scythes but could not block ten attacks. The Silver Moon Flying Scythe was as fast as lightning. It was too late for the big man to realize something was wrong.

Looking at the blood mist flying in front of him, Li Haiyan inexplicably said: "Why do the Tartars always find a group of people who are not smart and rebellious with him? What does this stupid guy mean? Do you want me to commit suicide?"

"I'm so smart, who will rebel with them?" Someone laughed and four more figures suddenly came.

Wang Qilin arrived.

When he went down the mountain, he saw a familiar golden handprint. Xie Hata also saw it and said in surprise: "It looks very much like Lord Wan's magical power."

Then a muffled sound like a drumbeat appeared, and they rushed over quickly. When they arrived at the scene, they saw two gangs fighting in a melee.

Xie Faushe shook his long sleeves, accompanied by the rain of arrows and rain of fire.

Wuwu followed up lightly and asked in embarrassment: "Do you want to kill someone again? I don't want to kill someone!"

Ma Ming drew his sword and said, "Ma Ming, a small water town in Tingtianjian, is here, who will fight me?"

When Wang Qilin saw that he was going to fight in the army, he quickly pulled him back: "Master Ma, please snatch me up tonight. It seems that these opponents are all humans, and your Ming Wang Jie Shen can't come in handy, so you should not participate."

The arrows were flying outside, and he was afraid that Ma Ming would have an accident.

The horse-headed King Ming was holding a handful of pinching against demons and monsters, and he could only stare at ordinary people.

Wang Qilin saw that the old man with a coffin was a master. He pulled out the demon knife and threw it up, and pulled it up with one kick and flew towards the old man with a coffin like a sharp arrow.

The old man carrying the coffin smiled contemptuously, stretched out his thin old hand and grabbed the flying scabbard.

Wang Qilin followed the scabbard and rushed to the scabbard. He held the knife in both hands and mobilized the power of the two bulls to slash out: "Eat me a knife!"

The demon sword was raised and it almost instantly landed on the head of the old man carrying the coffin.

The old man carrying the coffin forced the golden Buddha to turn away, and the demon sword fell and slashed on the coffin.

Another old man in the coffin, who was exactly the same as the old man in front, leaned up. His old fingernails were sharp and sharp like eagle claws, and he pinched Wang Qilin's neck with one claw, and his black tiger was heartbroken.

The Buddha's light shines everywhere.

Vajra Returns to the Place!

The glaring Vajra quickly protected Wang Qilin, and the two ghost claws attacked him in no particular order. The Buddha light shook, and Wang Qilin's protective Vajra was torn to pieces by his ghost claws.

But there is no defense break!

At the same time, Wang Qilin continued to move forward, and he chased the old man who was poking out of the coffin and slashed him one by one.

Without skills, just attack with speed!

Pressing step by step, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one!

The old man was so busy that he was frantically busy. The coffin rotated to block his sword force. The old man with the coffin flashed and appeared beside him, waving his claw at him again.

Wang Qilin held a knife in his left hand to fight, and sang the Vajrasattva mantra in his heart with his left hand. The spiritual energy poured into his body and merged with the blood and turned into infinite strength to penetrate his whole body. He exhaled a scorching wind like a flame-burning wind. The Baoshan Seal with his right hand was shot and hit the coffin!

A blow to break the mountain and crack the stone!

The huge coffin flew out with a loud bang. The old man with the coffin blocked the demon sword and his face changed, and his body turned into three people. The three of them rushed towards Wang Qilin, but they appeared in the distance in an instant, chasing the coffin and carrying him behind him again.

Wan Buddha son took action, and two slightly smaller golden Buddhas attacked the old man with a coffin from left to right, leaving him with no time to repair it.

The old man with a coffin transformed very quickly. After receiving the coffin, he blocked the Golden Buddha's attack left and right and left, and then sternly said: "Do you want to bully the less with the more?"

Wan Buddha Son said majesticly: "I listen to the fact that there are many people in the Heavenly Sect, so why not bully the few with the more?"

The old man carrying the coffin laughed: "Aren't you afraid of being ridiculed by the people in the martial arts world?"

Wang Qilin swung his knife and played with a knife, saying, "You don't have to worry too much. I just want to fight us one-on-one? Yes, I will meet your needs!"
To be continued...