Chapter 2800: Juelin Temple
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Maoshan Ghost King
- Purple Dream Youlong
- 1148 characters
- 2021-01-30 06:30:55
It's easy to kill thousands of miles to get in, but it's not so easy for people like them to get in. After all, without his cultivation base of the immortal level, they come and go without a trace.
But the three Wu family brothers knew people from the Vietnamese government.
The three of them stepped forward and communicated before letting them go into the village.
Just as Sha Qianli said, a strong smell of blood wafted throughout the village.
The poor village is even more terrible at this moment.
There was chaos everywhere, smoke filled with gunpowder, and even houses were set alight.
A group of people walked slowly in the village, and there were also many officials from Vietnam who carried the bodies out of the collapsed houses.
Most of the corpses had their blood drained by Wu Feilong, and some people's corpses were incomplete.
Even a one or two-year-old child, Wu Feilong has not let go, it is simply a livelihood.
Seeing such a miserable situation, everyone gasped.
Everyone would have thought of such a scene in advance, but after coming to the scene and witnessing such a tragedy with their own eyes, they still felt a little unacceptable.
This Wu Feilong method is simply too cruel.
Yue Qiang walked to the corpse covered with white cloth, opened a corner, looked at the corpses, and said to everyone: "That's right, it was Wu Feilong who did it. These people died in less than three hours, Wu Flying Dragon should not have been long since he left."
"Where did you kill the old man?" Zhang Yihan asked curiously.
"Go, go ahead and have a look." Ge Yu said, and led everyone on.
The more they moved forward, the more shocked everyone was. On this road, corpses were constantly being lifted out of the dilapidated house. They were strangely dead, and each corpse was like dried bacon.
At the westernmost end of the village, everyone encountered Sha Qianli. He was squatting on the ground at the moment, studying a pool of purple-black blood.
"Killing the old man, have you found anything?" Ge Yu asked.
"There is a pool of blood here, it should be that person." Said Killing Qianli without raising his head.
Without waiting for Ge Yu to reply, Sha Qianli suddenly got up, looked around, then moved his nose, and said, "It shouldn't be too far after walking for less than two hours. He should be heading in that direction."
Sha Qianli pointed to the northwest and said.
This time, after Shaqianli finished speaking, his figure shook, and between several ups and downs, he went up to the roof, and then said to Ge Yu: "Keep up."
After saying this, Sha Qianli quickly moved towards the northwest, and quickly threw everyone away.
Killing Qianli in this way has slowed down a lot, the purpose is to let Ge Yu and the others keep up.
The group dared not delay, and hurriedly followed behind Sha Qianli, chasing him in the direction he was going.
Since he was China’s No. 1 killer, his methods of chasing and killing people were naturally very powerful. Killing Qianli only relied on a pool of blood on the ground and smelled the breath remaining on Wu Feilong's body, and then judged where he was leaving. Soon Just caught up.
The group speeded up, but still couldn't keep up with the pace of Sha Qianli.
Ge Yu urged the earth escape technique, and barely followed him.
After traveling this way for almost an hour, a group of people came to an old forest deep in the mountains.
Sha Qianli stopped in front of a large mountain and looked up at the location of the mountainside.
Everyone finally followed, and all of them were exhausted and panting. The killing of Qianli seemed to be nothing, and the atmosphere did not breathe.
"What are the buildings on that mountain?" Sha Qianli said, pointing to the dark mountain.
Gasping for breath, Wu Chengqi stepped forward, looked in the direction of the Shouqianlizhi, and said, "Then... there is a temple called Juelin Temple, which is a relatively large temple in Vietnam. Shot in the top ten."
Just after saying this, Wu Chengqi's heart beat a few times suddenly, and he trembled: "I...my father..."
Wu Chengqi's words are self-evident, he suspects that Wu Feilong has come to Juelin Temple.
"He should be in that temple, I can smell his body." Sha Qianli said.
"This...Isn't it possible? Juelin Temple has more than 200 monks, and there are many masters. Given my father's current situation, I guess he wouldn't dare to come to such a place, right?" Wu Chengqi said.
Sha Qianli didn't reply, but swiftly moved towards the direction of Najuolin Temple.
Everyone didn't say much, and quickly followed Sha Qianli towards Najue Lin Temple.
The thing that worries everyone the most still happened.
As soon as they walked to the door of this temple, everyone smelled a strong blood.
When Ge Yu and the others followed Sha Qianli in, the scene they saw next made everyone feel astonished.
But there is a big ginkgo tree in the courtyard of this temple, and there are many dead monks hanging on the trunk of that ginkgo tree.
Some people lie on the branches, some lie down, in various poses, but no matter what the posture, they are already dead.
Most of them have become like old bacon corpses.
Wu Feilong, what kind of evil is this, killing people, and hanging people on the tree.
Shaqianli calmly walked towards the depths of the temple.
Along the way, there are corpses everywhere, blood is full of blood, it is terrible.
There are still many stumps with broken arms that sank horizontally on the ground.
This guy is really non-stop, walking all the way to kill. If he doesn't get rid of this person, I don't know how many people will die in his hands.
The crowd went all the way to the deepest part of the temple. Just as they were about to enter a large hall, suddenly a few blood-stained monks jumped out, holding magical instruments in their hands, blocking their way.
The corpses outside, at least more than a hundred people, when they saw these great monks, everyone was taken aback.
I really didn't expect that there is still alive in the Juelin Temple.
This is not Wu Feilong's style.
"What did you do?" A great monk looked at Sha Qianli and the others with a guard.
Wu Chengqi hurriedly stood up and said: "Did a demon come here just now? We are the official foreign aid to capture that monster." Wu Chengqi said to the monk.
The monks glanced at each other. It seemed that everyone had a good cultivation level, and he believed Wu Chengqi's words. One of them said: "You are late, he just left..."
"What happened?" Wu Chengqi said again.
"We don't know what happened. Suddenly, a monster rushed in and killed anyone. The people in our temple were almost killed by him. Finally, the host and several elders came forward to control the monster. Head, the rest of the elders all died in battle, and our presiding officer is about to die..."