"Let bygones be bygones?"
Qin Luo dislikes being threatened, and even now the other party is still trying to use Xuanzhi Mountain to threaten him.
"Master Qin, what should we do with them?"
Wu Xuantian looked at Qin Luo.
Xu Yuan knew that this time the odds were against him and he couldn't just sit and wait to die. Before Qin Luo could speak, he suddenly raised his arm, and more than a dozen spirit swords emerged from his sleeve, whistling like a group of green snakes. These spirit swords were of high grade and powerful.
"Walk!"
Xu Yuan took to the air.
He wanted to use the spirit sword to hold back Wu Xuantian.
Wu Xuantian remained unfazed. With a single swing of his greatsword, he severed more than a dozen spirit swords that shimmered with azure light.
In terror, the disciples of Xuanzhi Mountain leaped into the air on their swords. A golden light pierced through their chests, and the sword light continued to soar into the sky, eventually piercing through Xu Yuan's chest as well.
The two figures were engulfed by the flames.
"Master Qin, did I go a little too far?"
"They deserve it."
The Dragon and Tiger Temple has become quiet.
Qin Luo reminded him, "Old Wu, don't let cultivators you don't know into the Taoist temple in the future."
"Your subordinate obeys!"
Wu Xuantian clasped his hands in a salute.
The people who had just finished offering incense came out of the main hall, completely unaware of what was happening outside.
......
"Master, please slow down!"
Ziyue chased after Zhang Fulong.
Zhang Fulong strode forward, afraid that the cultivators would catch up; he wanted to get as far away from Luoxia Peak as possible.
White sand beach.
Riverbank near Baiyun Town.
Zhang Fulong was panting heavily. He decided to rest nearby. There was a group of people resting on the riverbank. The old man at the head of the group was dressed in a black robe. He had white hair, a withered face, and a somewhat frightening gloomy look in his eyes.
The old man sat cross-legged on the bluestone, seemingly half-buried in the yellow earth, yet he gave off a chilling feeling.
Seeing Zhang Fulong dressed in a Taoist robe, one of the younger members asked warily, "Who are you people?"
Zi Yue looked at the group of strangers and found it strange that they were all dressed in black, just like the cultivators who had just gone to Longhu Temple.
Zhang Fulong thought they were commoners who had come from afar to offer incense and pray for blessings. He straightened his back and said in a pretentious manner, "I am Zhang Fulong, the abbot of Longhu Temple."
Upon hearing this...
The people on the riverbank looked tense.
Everyone couldn't help but look at the old man in black robes on the bluestone.
The old man in black robes sent Xu Yuan to Longhu Temple to gather information, but Xu Yuan and his group did not return. Instead, the abbot of Longhu Temple found them, causing everyone to become nervous, thinking that Zhang Fulong had come to settle scores with them.
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