Looking at Su Jian's indifferent Mu Ran's expression, a wave of resentment suddenly rose from Yang Guiren's heart.

Her fingers suddenly exerted force, and the strings snapped violently, and immediately seven or eight silver threads shot out from the strings, hitting Su Jian's upper body everywhere!

That kind of silver filament can pierce and entangle, picking the softest part of the human body to attack, it seems that the offensive is weak and weak, but the master who died under the silver filament, not a hundred, but also eighty!

The silver filaments danced, and in the blink of an eye, all Su Jian's retreats had been sealed, they were like seven pervasive poisonous snakes, as long as they were bitten, they would definitely break their muscles and bones and suck the flesh and blood dry!

However, at the critical moment, the sturdy rosewood chair under Su Jian's buttocks suddenly shattered completely.

Su Jian was like a loach, using the body technique of the King Kong Iron Plate Bridge, and slid out from under the table!

His body was so fast that Yang Guiren only saw the figure flickering, and Su Jian had already hugged her willow waist!

Ding Ding dangdang!

Those silver filaments missed a blow, collided and rubbed against each other, and there was a sharp and piercing sound of gold and iron clashing, and clusters of sparks burst up, as if fireworks were blooming!

You can see how terrifying those silver wire attacks are!

"I thought Su Shaoxia had become a nerd, it seems that the little woman was wrong," Mrs. Yang writhed like a snake in Su Jian's arms, her breathing suddenly became short, and her pretty face was also dyed with a layer of red!

"Haha! Emptiness is color, color is emptiness! Although I have a beauty in my arms now, my eyes are empty, and my hands are empty!" Su Jian laughed.

"It's not early, is it time for us to go?" Yang Guiren said softly.

"Well, it's really not early, let's go right away!" Su Jian said loudly when he first woke up from a dream.

......

In the evening, the unitary hour is about to pass, and the sun is setting in the west!

The sky in early winter has become shorter and shorter, and a mist has risen, covering everything like a light veil, and the Flying Dragon Ancient Temple is already in front of you!

There is a maple forest in front of the ancient temple, and the maple leaves are red! Like the sunset, like blood. A gust of wind blew, and the sea of blood churned, drowning everything! Could this maple forest be stained red with blood?

Su Jian and Yang Guiren walked through the maple forest and were already standing outside the gate of the Flying Dragon Ancient Temple!

The dark gray building is solemn and magnificent, but the erosion of the years has been difficult to hide its vicissitudes!

The vermilion lacquer on the temple gate has long been peeled off, and a huge jack tripod in the courtyard is stained with patina, and the stone steps are also covered with moss, which looks desolate and desolate.

But the majestic hall still stands like a mountain, and the pillars of the courtyard between the corridors are as strong as a tiger's waist! Just now they clearly heard the loud bell, but now there is a figure in the whole hall? There is not a single footprint on the ground!

"I heard that the incense here used to be very prosperous, but later there were many young women and eldest daughters who came to incense and disappeared frequently, and the temple was often haunted, so the incense gradually fell cold, and no one dared to come here to make a wish!" Yang Guiren introduced.

"Oh?" Su Jian unconsciously clenched the hilt of the knife, the yin wind blew in gusts, and the sky was even darker, could it be that the bell just now was ringed by a ghost?

"Some people even say that those beautiful women who disappeared were hidden in the secret room by the monks in the temple and humiliated, so their resentment is extremely heavy, and they will come out at night to ask for people's lives, especially the men who sent them to the door, and they will not let go of any of them!"

"So let's find Wu Ming and kill him as soon as possible, so that we can retreat before it gets dark!"

"Haha! Presumably, female ghosts must not like men like me, because I often don't take a shower for months, and my body is dirty and smelly," Su Jian said with a smile, "Although Wu Ming's person looks ordinary, at least his whole body is clean, so the person who dies first must be him!"

The gods enshrined in the Daxiong Treasure Hall have not eaten the incense in the world for a long time, but they are still high. Looking down on the grief and ignorance of mankind. The corners of the temple were covered with cobwebs, and the worn-out curtains were fluttering in the wind, and no human voices could be heard or seen.

What about Wu Ming?

Now that the unitary time is about to pass, why hasn't he shown up yet?

The sky was even darker, and the hall was extremely gloomy! The north wind suddenly rose, whistling and rolling into the hall, which actually made people feel a bone-chilling cold!

Yang Guiren couldn't help but shudder, she leaned closer to Su Jian, as if she wanted to seek a sense of warmth and security!

Suddenly, in front of them, the tall statue of the god collapsed with a bang, he had stood for a hundred years without falling, he had weathered the wind and rain and vicissitudes, and now he collapsed without warning, did it indicate that some disaster was about to happen?

Su Jian and Yang Guiren involuntarily flashed to the side, and with a loud bang, the huge stone statue fell on the main hall and immediately shattered into countless pieces!

A large cloud of blue-purple smoke rose quickly with the shattering of the stone statue, and with the help of the howling north wind, it instantly submerged Yang Guiren and Su Jian!

"Be careful! This is poisonous smoke! Use Qigong quickly!" Su Jian reminded Yang Guiren loudly, but he inhaled a mouthful of poisonous gas first, and his body staggered!

"Ahem! This person is really strange, he doesn't go the way of heaven, but he wants to come to the gate of hell," as a mellow voice sounded, a fat monk had already walked into the door of the main hall.

He was wearing a spotless moon-white satin monk's robe, bald Cheng Liang, a fat face always smiling, looking kind and kind, it was the golden-palmed laughing Maitreya empty monk.

"Aren't you Wu Ming?" Unexpectedly, at this time, Su Jian was still speaking, Yang Guiren looked at him in surprise, but he didn't dare to move a bit.

As long as she moves, the true qi will dissipate a little, and the poisonous smoke will take advantage of the void, she is by no means as strong as Su Jian, I believe that she will die of poison in an instant!

"The old monk is nameless, and the red dust is empty! Now that the old monk is here, it may be difficult for the donor to see the real Wu Ming in this life," the empty monk's fat face was still full of smiles, and he was a group of harmony, but his people had already made a sudden move, and in an instant, the palm wind was agitated, and a golden light slapped towards the top of Su Jian's head!

This is the "Thirty-six Styles of the Golden Palm Turning the Sky" that the monk of the void relied on to become famous! As long as his palm operates the internal force, it will release a pale golden brilliance, breaking gold and gravel, and it will not take much effort to blow it away!

The golden palm laughing Maitreya empty monk of the golden palm turns the sky 36 styles, which is the secret true biography of the Shaolin Dharma Academy, which is quite the magnificent atmosphere of the Buddha's palm power, strong and strong!!

He seemed to shoot out with one palm, but when he approached Su Jian, his move suddenly changed, and a pair of pale golden flesh palms turned into countless palm shadows in an instant, and a monstrous palm force completely covered Su Jian under the palm mountain!

Even the floor of the Daxiong Treasure Hall was cracked and shattered under his huge palm wind, not to mention Su Jian, who had been poisoned and was crumbling?