As soon as Qian Yiqun climbed over the inner wall, he heard monks chanting scriptures and mantras. The Sanskrit scriptures and mantras were like the sound of death-induced demons, forcing Qian Yiqun to speed up his pace. With the power of the wind control technique, he jumped two feet away before leveraging the ground.

With a few breaths between his fingers, Qian Yiqun jumped to a roof in the sound and saw a group of monks forming a circle in the courtyard below, walking non-stop.

The center of the ring is Yilin.

Yilin held the bell in her hand and shook it gently, staring at the monks nervously, with her face wrinkled, as if she was suffering from great pain.

Qian Yiqun felt ache in his heart and shouted loudly: "Shuifengjing!" He immediately wrapped in thick black mist and rushed down into the courtyard.

The monks closed their eyes and put their hands on the shoulders of the monk in front of them. They still kept moving quickly and recited mantras in their mouths as before.

"Go away!" Yi Lin gently pushed Qian Yiqun, but she didn't have much strength.

"Let's go together." Qian Yiqun grabbed Yilin's arm, rushed two steps away, and jumped high.

Yi Lin, who was slim, was as heavy as a pound at this moment. The huge reaction force actually pulled Qian Yiqun down and took two steps to relieve the shock force and did not fall.

"It's the Demon Locking Formation." Yilin frowned, "You go quickly, don't worry about me."

"What nonsense!"

Qian Yiqun shook Yilin's arm, turned out the hidden sword in his hand, and looked around. Only then did he realize that there was an old monk under the eaves, wearing a big red robe, wearing a Vairocana crown, sitting cross-legged on the cushion, closing his eyes lightly, and muttering something.

"Old monk! We have no grudges and grudges with you, why do we plot against us!" Qian Yiqun shouted.

"Amitabha," the old monk stopped chanting, "Don't be confused by this demon's original heart. Let's wait for a moment and three moments, and you will naturally understand when it reveals its original appearance."

"Fuck!" Qian Yiqun shouted, "Don't you know if it's charming! Retreat the formation at speed, otherwise don't blame me for killing people and breaking the formation!"

"Amitabha, a person who is fascinated by the beauty of the fox demon, is ultimately difficult to overcome. Well, I will help you with your help and let her show her true form earlier!"

Qian Yiqun only thought the old monk's words were absurd and harsh. He had eaten mountain souls and would not be confused by external objects, so he knew very well that he and Yilin were definitely attracted to each other in spirit, and even had nothing to do with his hormones!

Seeing the monk slowly stood up from the cushion, reached out and held the nine-ring tin staff beside him, and the pillars were shaking: "Buzz! Qin Xirazhabo..."

"Thunder come!"

When Qian Yiqun saw the thunder ball, he realized that his anger had reached this point. The thunder ball was so big that it seemed to be as big as the millstone. Even if a peerless master like Ku Chen came, he might not dare to take it head-on.

The moment when the thunder ball was pushed out, Qian Yiqun had already followed the ghost step, and the man traveled through the void, directly passing through the monks' circle, appeared in front of the old monk.

The talisman light flowed on the Jieyin Sword, condensed into a ray of light and stabbed at the old monk.

"Master Yongying!" someone exclaimed not far away.

Qian Yiqun could hear this sound without looking at it. It was Lin Jiade and others.

The old monk Yongyan raised his cassock and calmly blocked the flying thunder ball. He just groaned and a ray of red blood flowed out of the corner of his mouth.

The Jie Yin sword pierced the old monk Yongfeng's chest, but it seemed like a ball of cotton wool was stabbed into it, slightly inward, and finally it was taken by invisible force.

Qian Yiqun pinched the sword and gritted his teeth and rushed in. The more powerful the counterattack became, almost knocking the Jie Yin sword away.

"Explode!" Qian Yiqun shouted loudly, and the magical bodies of the surrounding Jieyin sword attached to the sword body and exploded with a bang.

Under this explosion, a boiling heat wave broke out, and Qian Yiqun, who was just ten feet away, had to take a step back.

"What are you fighting! Let's go!" Yilin's hands were already softened, and she used up all her strength and shouted at Qian Yiqun.

——How is that possible!

Qian Yiqun's murderous intent suddenly arose, and his ghost steps jumped away: "Old monk! I can't kill you, can't I still kill your disciples!"

When it appeared again, Qian Yiqun had already returned to the formation. Jie Yin Sword had created more than ten clones, lined up in a row, and rushed straight to a bald monk in front.

The monk still closed his eyes tightly, and ignored the sharp sound of the wind.

"burst!"

The Jie Yin sword pierced as scheduled, but it was indeed not resisted. More than ten swords behind him overlapped and exploded with Qian Yiqun's violent shouts.

The monk didn't even have time to scream, and a blood hole was blasted out, and his flesh and blood flew everywhere.

"Amitabha! You actually murdered the innocent monk!" Master Yongsheng opened his eyes and stared at Qian Yiqun.

Qian Yiqun suddenly felt a wave of overwhelming pressure coming with the old monk's eyes. He was calm and immersed inward, with the golden light mantra and the clear heart bell, but he was not hurt by this mental attack.

"Bald donkey! You are besieging a weak woman here, but you actually said it was innocent?" Qian Yiqun smiled angrily, "Besides, Master Dao, didn't I tell you! If you don't retreat, you'll die!"

"You foolish son, don't you know she is a demon!" Yongfeng Shou raised his eyebrows, feeling sad for the ignorance of this world.

"Does innocent monsters also want to kill? Some of your Buddha statues are even more monsters than monsters!" Qian Yiqun swept around, and there were monks standing on the roof of the walls, and they were the people they had seen in the flower hall just now.

Although I don’t know how good they are, I can imagine that they must have mythical skills, otherwise I would not be able to cheat the Wang family’s money.

——There must be more people coming, and the more they drag it, the more troubles you get...

Qian Yiqun couldn't help but bit his tongue, urging himself to find a way to break the deadlock.

"The demon should be killed by nature, so how can there be innocent monsters!" Yong Ying said angrily.

Qian Yiqun laughed: "Catholics also believe that everyone is born with original sin, so don't everyone deserve to kill it!"

"How can the wild cult be used as an argument?" Yongrong's brow tightened, "You can wake up quickly. I can make the decision to slaughter you and redeem your sins in my Buddhism."

"Stop talking nonsense..." Yi Lin spit out three words, collapsed to the ground, tears flowing out.

Qian Yiqun held a sword in his right hand, and a Qingxin bell appeared in his left hand, and the bell blew out like flowing water. A ray of vitality rushed into Yilin's body, which made her feel refreshed.

Qian Yiqun's heart was in the bottom of the valley.

Yi Lin's body has no need to repair it, and this demon locking array brings spiritual pressure. In this way, even the Vajra Bead is useless.

"The next life..." Yi Lin whispered.

Qian Yiqun felt a soreness when he heard this, he bent down and grabbed Yilin's wrist and shouted to the fish basket: "Cui Luan!"

In the white light, the two of them flashed into the holy realm.

After breaking away from the pressure of the demon locking array, Yilin's pain quickly dissipated. She lay in Qian Yiqun's arms, closed her eyes comfortably, exhaled slightly, and fell asleep quickly.

Qian Yiqun looked at this extremely familiar world and suddenly felt imprisoned.

——I can certainly spend my life here with Yilin, but...

——Why!

——Why force us to hide here? Let the people outside turn black and white!

——After all the time, I can’t kill that old monk!

Qian Yiqun clenched his fists unknowingly, and finally his fingernails pierced his palms, and then he woke up.

"What's wrong with you?" Yi Lin woke up, sat up slowly, stretched her waist and inhaled, sighing, "It feels so comfortable!"

"I'm fine." Qian Yiqun smiled bitterly, "It's my fault, putting you in danger."

"Although it is a good thing for men to take responsibility, you are too responsible." Yilin combed her long hair, "Anyway, I can't escape, so you should leave yourself first and come back to avenge me."

"Even if I kill all the monks in the world, I can't get your life back, what's the use?" Qian Yiqun said dissatisfiedly, "It's better to live and die with you here. Speaking of which, I have the Jinhua worldly art. You are a fox demon, and I don't know who can survive who."

Yilin smiled and said, "If you can survive until you are eight hundred years old, I will admit defeat."

"Eight hundred years old... it's really long. What are we doing here? Or..." Qian Yiqun was about to say "bring a bunch of "children", but accidentally touched a heartstring.

——Does my children also have to be trapped in this small world?

Qian Yiqun's anger became uncontrollable.

"Hey? Are you okay?" Yi Lin gently pushed Qian Yiqun.

"Let's go out." Qian Yiqun turned the railway firm, "We can come here to spend eight hundred years, but we can't 'hide' here!"

"But……"

"I see you can resist the demon lock formation," Qian Yiqun said, "As long as you can survive a moment, I can take you away."

"What's your solution?" Yilin asked.

"Actually, I have no choice." Qian Yiqun shook his head and thought to himself: The only thing I can do is to go back to the old path!

Legend has it that everyone has a tiger in their hearts, some are like cats, sniffing roses, and some are tigers with teeth and claws, devouring life.

The tiger in Qian Yiqun's heart was originally the latter.

It was He Shouqing, a Taoist who was an iron rod, who locked the tiger in a cage before it had developed bloodthirsty nature.

"I have never killed anyone since I promised that Master He would 'kill'!" Qian Yiqun said, "Now it seems... it's better to let them die than die here!" He grabbed Yilin's hand, called "Ruyi" and left the holy realm.

There was only a flash of white light in everyone's eyes, and the two of them suddenly appeared and thought they were some tricks, but they didn't know that these two people had already gone to the holy realm to repair for a moment.

As soon as Yi Lin waited for her feet to land, a bell flew out, and a monk was entangled in the ringtone, and he pulled the monk to the ground.

The magic monk immediately came over and turned the demon lock formation again.

"The Buddha's light shines everywhere!" The old monk Yonghuang shouted loudly, shaking the nine-ring tin staff.

With this order, more than 20 half-naked magic monks rushed into the demon lock formation and formed a small formation with the sword and tin staff in their hands, facing Qian Yiqun.

Qian Yiqun glanced at Yi Lin for the last time and saw her standing with her heart, she was obviously in pain.

"Shuifeng well!"

"Thunder comes! Thunder comes! Thunder comes!"

Qian Yiqun released black mist, covering the magic monks, and repeatedly shot out thunder in the palm of his hand.

The lightning surged in the black fog, and soon a few wails came, and the smell of burnt meat drifted out of the air.

Master Yongyan took out a golden bead from his arms, which was thrown high like an egg.

The golden beads hovered over the patio, and thousands of golden lights burst out, completely dispersing the black fog brought by the water and wind shaft.

Qian Yiqun was stepping on the seven stars, and his hands were hidden. All monks who hit the seven stars were stabbed into the vital points by him. He even lay down to the ground before he could even send out the tragic roar.
Chapter completed!