He Chuan leisurely drank the porridge in his bowl and sent out his spiritual sense to cover the entire Yangzhou City.

Cai Lian quickly finished the steamed bun in her hand. "What is Young Master looking for?"

With her current strength, she could faintly sense the aura He Chuan sent out.

This was because she was particularly close to him. Otherwise, she wouldn't have been able to sense He Chuan's spiritual sense.

"Looking for a show. This Young Master is going to bring Lian'er to watch a big show."

He Chuan put down the empty bowl, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

"I like watching Beijing Opera. Unfortunately, I only watched it once on the street, so I didn't have time to listen carefully."

The kind-hearted Cai Lian did not hear the hidden meaning behind it. She naively thought that He Chuan was really going to take her to watch a show.

"If you have time, you can watch Beijing Opera again. Tonight, we'll watch a new martial arts show." He Chuan reached out his hand and rubbed Cai Lian's head.

Cai Lian immediately realized that it wasn't an opera but a murder.

He Chuan was delighted with her talent, even higher than Princess Changning.

He believed it wouldn't be long before she broke through to the realm of a saint cultivator.

However, this kind-hearted little palace maid didn't even dare to kill a chicken, let alone kill a person.

Despite having a lifetime of skills, she had never engaged in actual combat.

Cai Lian was no match for an expert of the same realm. Even someone of a lower realm could defeat her.

Kindness could be kept, but it couldn't be displayed.

There was once a ninth-stage expert in the martial arts world. During a battle, you let go of an enemy who was begging for mercy. Unexpectedly, the enemy killed your entire family and used a scheme to kill you.

In a world where the strong preyed on the weak, being fearless and kind would only cause one's own death.

Therefore, he needed to help Cai Lian understand the cruelty of the world.

...

Wei Qiancheng contacted the garrison and surrounded the Spiritual God Temple.

No one was allowed to enter or leave.

The commoners were so scared that they did not dare to go forward. They all guessed what had happened.

Yue Zhuang carried the heavy black iron sword on his back and looked at the temple in front of him with a deep gaze.

There was a faint evil aura lingering in the sky. It was not the orthodox Buddhist sect at all.

"It is indeed a demon monk from the outer realm! Today, I will carry out justice on behalf of the heavens and return the Great Zhou to its glorious day!"historical

After he finished muttering to himself, he strode towards the temple.

The front yard was frighteningly quiet. Even the sound of insects had disappeared.

Without the candlelight illumination, looking at the Buddha statue in the main hall, it seemed like a demon that had chosen to devour people. There was not the slightest bit of mercy!

"I've long heard that the Joyful Zen sect in the outer realm is an evil and unorthodox sect. It seems that this is indeed the case today!"

Yue Zhuang's voice was not loud, but it could clearly be heard throughout the entire temple.

"Acalanatha! Benefactor, you may not know this, but no matter what Zen you practice, you will eventually be able to reincarnate into bliss." Dhamun slowly walked out with a benevolent smile on his face.

"In my opinion, it's better to send this demon monk of yours to hell so that he won't bewitch people here!"

Yue Zhuang pulled out his black iron-heavy sword, and his figure instantly burst out. The iron sword immediately slashed out blue sword energy. The sword whistling sound was intense, and a kind of soul-stealing magic was contained within it. The sword intent shot out, and the sword's shadow danced in the air. However, in this short instant, Yue Zhuang's figure was like a ghost, floating lightly without a trace. His body instantly blurred, and the oppressive sword's low sword whistling sound suddenly disappeared. As if Yue Zhuang's figure has vanished out of thin air. Dhamun temporarily lost the trace of Yue Zhuang's energy! The strange scene made people feel extremely sad.

"Acalanatha, this poor monk can only send you to the paradise of the afterlife."

Dhamun's eyes suddenly widened, and two beams of light seemed to shoot out from between his eyes. No matter how strange Yue Zhuang's movement technique was, he could capture it.

Yue Zhuang's phantom image suddenly burst out, and his body swayed non-stop like a ghost. His sword style was as long as autumn water, and he instantly locked Dhamun's figure in front of him with his own sword energy. "Great Joy Technique!" Dhamun's entire body suddenly turned into two people, shooting in two different directions. His palm was imbued with black energy, and it let out an intense whistling sound, making it impossible to see which was the actual body!

"Sword Piercing Rainbow!"

The sword light suddenly expanded in the darkness, giving off an extremely strange sword intent. The air flowed on the sword, making a gurgling sound, and a refreshing feeling of returning to the wilderness arose. Dhamun's body couldn't help but pause slightly. At this time, Yue Zhuang's body instantly soared into the air, and the iron sword in his hand automatically left his hand as if he had completely lost control. Although he did not quite understand, Yue Zhuang's actions were tantamount to suicide. Dhamun could not help but be overjoyed. The two figures sped up and rushed toward Yue Zhuang at lightning speed! The Black Iron Heavy Sword in Yue Zhuang's hand suddenly shot out. The sword hummed non-stop and locked Dhamun's true and false body firmly within the sword form. At the same time, Dhamun's palm, which was imbued with black energy, charged toward Yue Zhuang like a thunderbolt! It all happened in a flash.

Yue Zhuang extended his right hand in the air, and his two fingers formed a sword. His body rotated continuously along with the sword form. A blood-red sword radiance interweaved with gold and red suddenly enveloped Dhamun's body. The Sword radiance whistled, it let out a mournful hum of the sword...

Blood splattered!

Dhamun then realized that the other party had already seen through the true and false body and used the black iron heavy sword to break the false body.

His sword fingers clashed head-on with the real body.

It was a very wise choice.

Dhamun's attack was entirely blocked by the blood-colored sword light surrounding Yue Zhuang's body, and the fake body turned into dust. At the same time, the blood-colored sword intent that condensed rapidly expanded outward like a surging tide, charging in all directions. Dhamun could not dodge in time, and his arm was slashed open. "Die!" Dhamun was like a ghost, and an illusory shadow suddenly appeared. The illusory shadow was like a complete entity. This change surprised Yue Zhuang because Dhamun was emitting a sinister aura. It was very strange! Dhamun's body suddenly separated, and he once again flew toward Yue Zhuang from two different directions. "Two" Dhamun held two short blades that were one foot long in his hands. The blades gave off a chilling light, connecting to form a knife net, attacking Yue Zhuang from all directions. "It's just a small trick!" Yue Zhuang snorted coldly. The dark iron-heavy sword in his hand vibrated rapidly and let out a crisp sword whistle. It was like the sound of a drum at dusk and the sound of a bell at dawn. It could not help but clear one's mind. Looking at Dharma, who was flying towards him, he took a sideways step and slipped. His body flashed non-stop like a ghost, and the iron sword in his hand swung out nine times in an instant! Almost at the same time, Yue Zhuang's iron sword hacked forcefully onto the blade of Dharma's short blades. The two Dhamuns were struck by lightning and quickly retreated. In the blink of an eye, they overlapped again.

"Hehe, I didn't expect you to have some skills!"

Dhamun wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. He did not care about his injuries at all.

Yue Zhuang frowned. He did not seem to be happy that he had the upper hand.

Because the other party's injuries were not serious. They were only minor injuries.

What followed was a battle of life and death.

"If you surrender and abolish your cultivation, I will spare your life! If you continue to be stubborn, don't blame me for being merciless!" Yue Zhuang said coldly.

"Cut the crap. This poor monk wants to break every inch of your bones!"

Dhamun charged at Yue Zhuang once again.