Just as Li Xuandu was looking up at this statue, this statue was also staring down at Li Xuandu.

Then the corners of the statue's mouth hooked up slightly, pulling out a sarcastic smile, very weird.

One man, one god, two looking at each other.

The next moment, Li Xuandu's figure burst out, and the "cold beauty" on his waist also came out of the sheath, and the frost-white sword qi swept the tail like a comet, directly dividing this statue into two halves.

In the dark, there seemed to be a sharp scream, and then a wisp of black smoke rose and dispersed.

Li Xuandu carried the "cold beauty" and walked out of this side hall, outside was a barren courtyard, planted with a few pine trees, but at this time it had completely withered, only dry branches remained.

Su Yunjiao followed closely behind Li Xuandu, also drew her sword in her hand, and waited for it.

The two of them left this extremely remote deserted courtyard one after another, not far away is the mountain gate hall, similar to the gatehouse of the powerful people's house, according to common sense, there will be two statues of Vajra Lux in the hall, the appearance is majestic, angry eyes look at each other, holding a vajra to deter demons and monsters. Because the King Kong on the left side opens his mouth angrily, and the King Kong on the right side closes his lips angrily, he is also called the second general of Hum Ha by the world.

At this time, the two King Kong statues in the mountain gate hall have been dilapidated, one King Kong statue has been cut off the head, and the other has been cut off arms, which is extremely miserable.

Li Xuandu stood with the "cold beauty" in his hand, and said to Su Yunjiao behind him: "This temple is built in the city instead of the wilderness outside the city, even if the incense is scarce, it should not be abandoned to this point, but looking at the scene here, it has been abandoned for at least more than half a year, why is this so?"

Su Yunjiao was stunned for a moment and said, "What do you mean......"

Li Xuandu said softly: "This matter should have been premeditated, not improvised, so the Soap Pavilion Sect had occupied this temple a long time ago, expelled the monks in it, and did not allow the people to come here to worship the Buddha and burn incense. ”

Li Xuandu hesitated for a moment and continued: "It seems that there has been a fierce battle here, but I don't know what the specific situation is.

Just as the two were talking, Li Xuandu's heart moved, and he turned his head sharply to look, and there seemed to be a black shadow in the mountain gate hall that flashed away.

Immediately after in the mountain gate hall, faintly came out the chanting sound that seemed to be the monk doing the morning class, it seemed to be nothing, it appeared from time to time, but in the sound of the scriptures, there was no Zen chanting of Buddhism, but it revealed a sneaky feeling that someone laughed quietly at night, which was also mixed with the sound of wooden fish, "dong dong dong" knocked on the heart, so that the chanting sound seemed to be a puff of light smoke, drifting into the ears leisurely, and then drifting into the hearts of the people, making people dizzy.

Li Xuandu frowned and walked in the direction of the Mountain Gate Palace.

There are two side halls on the left and right sides of the mountain gate hall, a side hall wall clock, which is for the morning bell, and a side hall with a drum, is for the evening drum.

Just as Li Xuandu was approaching, a bell suddenly rang.

The left is the bell tower, the right is the drum tower, the bell is struck first in the morning, the drum is corresponding, and the drum is struck first in the evening, and the bell is corresponding, which is the so-called morning bell and dusk drum. It was midday, and although it was already morning, it was barely reasonable to ring the bell. It's just that there should be no one in the bell and drum tower at this time, so who rang the bell?

Li Xuandu stepped a little, and his figure floated on the top of a stone tablet, looking towards the bell tower.

I saw a tall figure in the bell tower struggling to hit the bell, one after another. After feeling Li Xuandu's gaze, the figure paused slightly and then stopped his movements, then turned around abruptly and stared at Li Xuandu.

This is a tall monk with his upper body exposed, with muscles and beard, and his eyes are like copper bells, like the Dharma Protector King Kong in the mountain gate hall, but the skin around his body is red and purple, and the green tendons on the top of his bright head are bursting up, which makes people daunting.

What's even more penetrating is that the monk's eyes have no eyeballs at all, just two dark and faint holes.

Li Xuandu looked at the monk, whether it was his mood or expression, he was all in the ancient well.

It can be seen that this person should have been a martial artist who entered the house before his death, and after his death, he was refined into such a appearance by evil magic, compared to his life, although he had less spiritual intelligence, but he was superior in physique and strength.

After the monk and Li Xuan looked at each other for a long time, they slowly withdrew their gaze, and then began to continue to ring the bell, one after another.

At the same time, a dull drum beat sounded on the side of the drum tower, which corresponded to the sound of the bell here.

The morning bell corresponds to the morning class, and the evening drum corresponds to the evening class.

After the bell and drum sounded together, the closed doors of the wings on both sides opened with a "pop", and then I saw the monks staggering out of it, all with bruised skin, gouging out their eyeballs, and only two black holes were left in the eye sockets.

If you look closely, these monks are actually incomplete, some have had their arms cut off by Qi Gen, some have their legs cut off, and even worse, some of their heads have been completely cut off with sharp weapons, just connected by the last bit of flesh and skin, and they are crumbling.

However, as the bells and drums became more and more rapid, the movements of these monks became more and more flexible, muttering unknown scriptures in their mouths, and walking towards Li Xuandu and Su Yunjiao.

Li Xuandu jumped down from the stone tablet and asked, "Have you ever killed anyone?"

"Look down on people less. Su Yunjiao said: "Naturally, it was killed." ”

Li Xuandu smiled: "Okay, these little minions will be handed over to you, and the two who ring the bell and beat the drum will be left to me to solve." ”

Su Yunjiao nodded, and without hesitation, she slashed away with a sword.

Although she was defeated by Li Xuandu in the Taiping Inn and was easily defeated by Li Xuandu, it does not mean that her innate realm is the innate realm of paper paste.

Su Yunjiao held the sword "Xuanshui", and swept with a simple single sword, and a glass sword qi appeared on the blade of the sword, cutting off several monks at the waist.

Then the sword momentum turned suddenly, the sword was like the wind, the tip of the sword was like a cold star, a sword and a cold star, and a continuous cold light star shower was instantly stabbed.

This was followed by a series of fine gold and stone sounds, as if the summer rainstorm was crashing on the bluestone paved ground.

Then these monks fell like ripe rice in autumn.

On the other side, Li Xuandu walked with a knife and slashed at the bell tower.

I don't pay attention to any sword-style sword technique, it's just that the qi machine turns into a sword.

The entire bell tower, along with the large bell hanging in the tower, was split in two by this knife. The innate cold aura carried by the knife was even more frosty at the edge of the fracture.

Then Li Xuandu stepped forward, and the whole person shrank into inches, and in the blink of an eye, he swept in front of the monk who hit the bell, and swept him in the abdomen with a knife.

With a series of sparks and piercing sounds, the monk was not cut off by the waist, but the whole person was also knocked out by the huge force carried by the "cold beauty", and his back directly smashed the wall behind him, castration continued, and finally crashed into the drum tower, smashing out a spiderweb-like crack.

At this moment, the drumming in the drum tower also stopped, and another monk with such a appearance slowly walked out, holding a drumstick in each hand.

Two monks stood side by side.

Li Xuandu stepped forward, swept the bell tower monk out with a knife, and at the same time, slapped a palm on the chest of the drum tower monk, "Wuji Jin" immediately passed through the surface of the drum tower monk and the internal organs, vibrating back and forth, the drum tower monk resounded with a dull thunder, staggered backwards, countless small cracks appeared on the skin, and purple blood oozed out.

Li Xuandu changed to holding the knife with both hands and slammed forward.

The tip of the knife hit the chest of the bell tower monk who had just gotten up, and the bell tower monk's feet were still rooted in the earth, but his body slipped out dozens of feet, leaving two deep furrows in the ground.

Li Xuandu did not stagnate, his body was like a volley in the wind, and he swept in front of the monk of the bell tower again, and then slapped his palm on his heavenly spirit.

With a plop, the bell tower monk fell to his knees.

Li Xuandu wiped the "cold beauty" in his hand and cut off the head.

After losing the head, the headless body of the bell tower monk struggled in vain for a moment, and finally gradually did not move.

Then Li Xuandu threw his backhand, and the "cold beauty" disappeared in a flash, and the Drum Tower monk who had just gotten up to sneak attack Li Xuandu from behind was pierced through the head by this knife, and it did not reach the position of the blade, and at the same time, the huge force on the knife flew up with the body of the Drum Tower monk, and finally nailed it to the wall of the Drum Tower.