Chapter 297

The small courtyard of the west side hall was Wan Xinrong's battlefield.

This short and thin middle-aged man held a big saber and had been fighting bloody battles with many Daoists for a long time.

In terms of magic, he was not as good as Lin Jue and his junior sister. In terms of martial arts, he was far from being comparable to Luo Seng. However, he had full anger, as if not afraid of death or injury, and didn't know pain, often using a life-risking fighting style to exchange saber for sword with the Daoists in the courtyard.

It's just that his body was also glowing with faint golden light. Although it couldn't be completely immune to swords and spears, it also made the long swords of the Jingyun Temple Daoists unable to slash or stab too deeply.

And he also had wood spirit protection. When a wound was formed, it often stopped bleeding in a few breaths, and it didn't affect his actions at all.

Once the fighting fell into a disadvantage, or was surrounded by several Daoists, he would take a deep breath and spit flames toward the front and surroundings.

Although it was ordinary fire, it could also force the other party back.

Until an old Daoist came with a sword.

This old Daoist had a set of good sword skills, especially his body movements were erratic. When he collided with his saber and sword, he would unknowingly reach his side, or other inconvenient angles to swing the saber. If he was slightly careless, it would be a bright long sword stabbing from a tricky angle.

Wan Xinrong wanted to exchange injury for injury with him, but when his big saber slashed over, or he spat flames, this Daoist actually lit up with golden light, able to block the saber blade and bright fire.

The golden light of both sides was slightly different.

Wan Xinrong knew that the other party used the Jin Guang Protection Divine Spell of the Fulu Sect, which in essence was borrowing power from the gods, but these Daoists did not cultivate virtue, and when they worshipped the gods, their hearts were mostly not sincere, so the golden light was not strong.

However, his golden light was just a skill naturally obtained from practicing the Five Elements Lingfa. He didn't know other spells, so both sides were half a catty to eight taels.

If it was one-on-one, it was hard to tell the winner.

But the other party had seven or eight young Daoists as helpers.

Falling into a disadvantage was naturally falling into a disadvantage, but to say that he was in a life-and-death crisis, that was not necessarily the case.

Because the other party's fighting spirit was not strong, it seemed that they wanted to get rid of him faster so they could leave this courtyard. Wan Xinrong guessed that it should be in other courtyards, True Person Lin, Daoist Liu, and that True Person Lin's guardian had already gained the upper hand, or were about to win, and these people either wanted to escape or wanted to support that side.

How could Wan Xinrong let them walk away from him?

These are his wife-killing enemies!

He has always been a rascal, but that yellow-faced woman had followed him when he was younger and more rascal. She had also been young, but now she was harmed by these Daoists and taken to refine into pills.

If he didn't take revenge, his life would end here.

"Do you want to die?"

That old Daoist fought him for a long time without success, and every time he wanted to leave, he was entangled by him, so he couldn't help but be a little anxious.

The sword moves immediately became more fierce.

"Kill him first!"

Many young Daoists also gritted their teeth and surrounded him.

Wan Xinrong was already covered in blood, but didn't retreat at all, instead taking a deep breath and spitting out flames.

This courtyard was also illuminated by firelight.

Unexpectedly, this time it didn't force anyone back—

That old Daoist radiated golden light and rushed forward, not hesitating to take a saber from him, using his body to block this mouthful of flames.

The flames were quickly cut off, and the firelight also went out.

Seven or eight young Daoists surrounded him, either raising their swords to slash or shrugging their shoulders to stab, all gritting their teeth and using all their strength, wanting to hack him to death here.

But the next moment, this courtyard was illuminated by firelight again!

This time the golden flames were like the scorching sun!

The flames became pillars, falling from the sky, and also like clouds and mist pouring down, moving rapidly, drawing a circle around Wan Xinrong.

These golden flames only scorched those young Daoists with their edges, and they couldn't bear it. Even the old Daoist with golden light protection, feeling the power in the flames, dodged hurriedly, and even Wan Xinrong, who was furthest away, felt the rolling heat and the supreme yang and rigid spiritual rhyme.

Is this spiritual fire?

Wan Xinrong couldn't help but think.

At this time, everyone in the courtyard was either lying on the ground, wailing and rolling, or looking in the direction where the fire pillar hit down.

I saw that it was the roof of the palace, a huge four-tailed white fox standing gracefully, four tails and a body of hair swaying in the night wind, and it lowered its head, spitting golden flames from its mouth, so that the pair of amber-like clear eyes reflected the firelight, as if they were shining with golden light.

As if it were not a mortal thing, but an immortal family.

In just two breaths, seven or eight young Daoists were burned into charcoal, and that old Daoist disappeared.

"Where did he go?"

Wan Xinrong looked left and right.

The flames disappeared, and this courtyard darkened again.

The fox also lowered its head, relying on its excellent vision, as well as the dreamlike rosy light in the sky, scanning the courtyard.

That old Daoist hadn't left yet.

But he couldn't be seen.

Strange...

The fox used a little force on its four feet, jumped lightly, and the huge figure fell from the palace roof with the wind, landing on the ground lightly, then pricked up its ears, listening carefully.

At the same time, it breathed lightly, sniffing the smell.

Seeing this, Wan Xinrong also held his breath, not daring to make a sound.

Suddenly, the fox turned its head instantly, looked at a corner, then looked up and spat forward, which was a large mouthful of cold air.

The cold air hit the corner of the wall and rolled back.

However, in Wan Xinrong's eyes, a figure of an old Daoist holding a sword gradually restored his figure in the cold air. At the same time, his clothes, hair, and even skin were covered with a layer of thin ice crystals, seemingly turning into an ice sculpture.

The old Daoist obviously showed panic, wanting to escape quickly, but his movements became obviously stiff. Every step he took, ice chips fell off his body.

Invisibility spell?

Wan Xinrong widened his eyes.

It seems that these Daoists wanted to get rid of him, not wanting to escape, but wanting to support other places.

If they met someone else, they might have really run away, but unfortunately, they met the fox of True Person Lin.

Thinking so in his heart, his movements didn't stop, just raised his saber and slashed toward the old Daoist with all his strength.

The old Daoist was still turning his head, looking at him in panic, and even his mouth was open a little, seemingly wanting to say something, but the long saber had already fallen.

"Puff!"

Blood splashed, and his head rolled to the ground.

In the outer courtyard of Jingyun Temple, a guardian statue was already lying on the ground, and the other one was already broken and damaged under the siege of bean soldiers and stone giants, its spiritual light dim, and even the long spear in its hand could not be lifted.

The master of Jingyun Temple, Qingquanzi, was covered in wounds and ran desperately.

I saw him crashing into a guest room with a locked door, chanting a spell, and with a brush, he actually passed through the wall of the guest room.

A young Daoist chased after him with a sword.

It's just that Lin Jue went to the door of the guest room.

One passed through the wall, one passed through the door.

The light in front dimmed, and the room was pitch black.

Qingquanzi, with his old bones, actually ran very fast, but just as he was about to run past the guest room and pass through the wall on the other side, a voice suddenly came from behind:

"Freeze!"

Qingquanzi's body immediately stiffened and stood in place, immediately struggling with all his strength.

The Daoist walked over with a sword, but the long sword had already returned to its sheath.

"You have more skills than I thought!"

Just as Qingquanzi was about to struggle out of the restraint of the "immobilization spell," the sword sheath had already smashed toward the back of his head.

With a bang, the old Daoist fell to the ground.

Lin Jue carried him out.

Only seeing the daylight outside was dim. On the right, a guardian martial god was covered with flowers, motionless. On the left, a guardian martial god also fell to the ground. It was struggling weakly to get up, while the stone giant, also covered in wounds, stood beside it, raising its stone arm high and constantly hammering down.

Several bean soldier armored soldiers stood on the side, watching the show.

"Several heroes, watch him for me. When Lord Luo comes back, maybe there is still some value in interrogation."

"..."

The bean soldier armored soldiers turned silently, walked with heavy steps, and surrounded the old Daoist.

A figure in the distance jumped over the wall with a sword, and the whisk in his hand was still waving in the air.

It was his own junior sister.

Luo Seng walked out from another door.

Lin Jue saw them, but didn't pay attention, just walked to the side of this guardian martial god and slapped it with his palm.

The guardian martial god was still struggling endlessly.

But another palpitation appeared in Lin Jue's heart.

"Hmm..."

This was satisfied.

Lin Jue didn't drag it out, lowered his head and blew wind, giving it a full body of flowers.

This statue soon stopped moving.

At this time, the night wind blew lightly, the rosy light was not dark, and this Daoist temple seemed to have returned to silence.

The young Daoist stood by the statue with a sword, his clothes and hair were lifted by the night wind, and two more people walked toward him from different directions, and the three met.

Lin Jue then looked up at Luo Seng and his junior sister:

"How is your side?"

"No difficulty. Although these Daoists have good sword skills, I think they have worked hard on weekdays, but they have rarely experienced fighting, not worth mentioning." Luo Seng said, "Except for some little babies, I didn't let any of the others go."

"I didn't have little babies on my side, only a few middle-aged people and an old Daoist." His junior sister said with her sword on her back, "They couldn't fight me, so they released many insects, but I have a bell. Later, later they turned into several stone sculptures, harder than many stones, thinking I had no way to deal with them... By the way, I asked Fuyao to help that Fellow Daoist Wan."

"Hmm."

Lin Jue nodded.

The two looked at the two huge and broken guardian martial gods lying on the ground, covered with flowers, and just wanted to ask Lin Jue, when there was some movement in the distance.

The three turned their heads one after another.

Under the daylight, a huge white shadow jumped over the courtyard wall lightly, but didn't land immediately, but continued to move with the wind, just landing beside them.

Seeing Fuyao, the three knew that Wan Daoist's side was also almost over.

"Thank you for your hard work."

This is a fox standing on the ground almost as tall as Lin Jue, with long and soft hair. He raised his hand, and could very naturally touch the hair on its neck.

At the same time, check its body to see if there were any injuries.

After confirming that it was fine, he looked to the west again.

A short and thin figure stained with blood was walking out of a round door, leaning on a long saber. He also looked at them.

Sure enough, he was the last one.

And it was with the help of the True Person's fox.

Wan Xinrong thought so, stumbled to Lin Jue's side, and still took the initiative to salute:

"Thank you True Person Lin for taking revenge for me!"

"It's not specifically for you to take revenge, just can't bear to see it, seeking a clear mind." Lin Jue said, and looked at him, "It seems that Fellow Daoist Wan has suffered not light injuries."

"Wan practices the Five Elements Lingfa, it doesn't matter." Wan Xinrong said, "Thanks to the fox of the Daoist for helping, otherwise I'm afraid I would have dragged the legs of several people."

"How can there be such a saying?"

Lin Jue didn't talk much with him, but looked at Lord Luo again, pointing to the old Daoist lying not far away: "This is the master of Jingyun Temple, Qingquanzi. I knocked him unconscious and didn't take his life, just thinking that Lord Luo might be willing and able to ask something from his mouth."

"Hmm." Luo Seng nodded, "It just so happens that I left some little Daoists in their teens there, let's interrogate them all. Not to mention anything else, we can also see if their lives are worth keeping."

"This kind of troublesome thing, leave it to Lord Luo!"

"No problem." Lord Luo said indifferently, "I don't know how many of the brothers outside caught those who ran out."

"This place is not suitable for staying long."

Lin Jue glanced into the distance. Although this place was already a mess, the guest hall was still very complete. Without looking, he knew that there must be pilgrims hiding in the corners, mostly shivering:

"Let's leave a line of words and go."

"Okay!"

Lin Jue looked at his junior sister.

His junior sister understood instantly, tucked her long sword and whisk under her ribs, stepped forward, stretched out a finger as a pen, and a piece of complete bluestone brick on the ground became paper.

Lin Jue spoke, and she wrote.

The fox also leaned over to look.

Only Wan Xinrong stood in place, his body weak, his head dizzy, but he couldn't help but turn his head and look at this courtyard.

The courtyard was already a mess, not like when he first entered. The corpses of Daoists were all over the ground, not only young Daoists, but also many middle-aged Daoists and even three old Daoists, the number of which was afraid to account for more than half of all the Daoists in Jingyun Temple.

The guest room collapsed, the floor tiles were broken, and the wall collapsed by half. Besides the Daoists, there were two huge guardian martial gods on the ground.

Not to mention the combat power of the guardian martial gods, just looking at a huge golden mace and a huge long spear lying on the ground, one knew that it was not something that human power could contend with.

And that master of Jingyun Temple...

And this True Person Lin, not only fought and won against so many people alone, but also left the life of that Qingquanzi.

Wan Xinrong dared not imagine what kind of skill this was.