Lao Liu returned from the outer palace, and when he met the Fire Buddha, his complexion was panicked, and he trembled:

"Brother, I met the ghost, the outside hall was empty, and many brothers died ..."

The fire Buddha's eyes are sharp, "How do you die?"

"have no idea……"

Lao Liu Dao.

The fire Buddha was silent, but his blood was boiling, and the evil spirits gradually heavier.

Lao Liu's face was white, and he quickly said:

"It seems to be being killed ... God does not know the ghost, and then abandon the corpse rot, the flesh is abundant, leaving no traces ..."

"There are still a few more ..."

"The outer hall is almost ... all dead ..."

Lao Liu swallowed his throat and looked uneasy.

"impossible!"

Behind the Fire Buddha, a magic practice with a tall body and a pale face.

This person has had a relationship with ink painting, and he has also chased the pussy of the ink painting.

Yin Leizi frowned:

"I also talked to the second child of the corpse before ..."

Yin Leizi's face was angry, "... that hybrid, very arrogant between words, with his cultivation, it is never possible to die in such a short time, and there is no body ..."

In this way, several other magic repair behind the Fire Buddha also remembered.

"Me too……"

"I also passed on to the book ..."

"He also scolded me, and sooner or later I had to slaughter the beast ..."

"And the bitch of Yusheng ..."

"The fire worker also scolded me ..."

Nympho

Everyone looked at each other and was cool.

"If they are all dead, that's ..."

"Ghosts are giving us a book?"

Fire Buddha's face was indifferent, the evil spirits condensed, his eyes turned slowly, and he suddenly remembered something.

"Master Yuan!"

Only then did the magic repair remembered that the wind of the entire magic temple moved and moved, and the every move of the patrol magic repair was monitored by Master Yuan.

The wind stood up, the blood flickered.

The magic practitioners have urged their body to rush to the Privy Room of the Magnetic Array of Magic Cave.

The formation in front of the back room has been broken.

Everyone pushed in the door, and when they saw the secret room, they lay a cold body, her forehead, Dantian had a blood hole.

The corpse looks very miserable, but it is Master Yuan.

"Dead?!"

The magic Xiu was shocked.

In the later stages of building the foundation, the nineteen -patterned consciousness, the array method was terrible, and the heartbroken madness, the highly respected master of the evil array master:

Just died silently?

He died in his own gangster.

And they have no one knowing the magic repair of their temples.

The magic practitioners were angry for a while, and they were uproar:

"Who killed it?"

"Who can kill ..."

"This is the temple ..."

"How can they be mixed in?"

"We have an inner ghost?"

"Put your mother's shit!"

Nympho

"Could it be that... Dao Ting's Yu Hua Zhenren is here?" A demonic cultivator asked in horror.

"Shut up, idiot!"

"This is the second-grade state boundary. Even if Yuhua comes, he won't be able to kill so many people in a short time..."

"You can't be so mean and despicable by killing Ji Zhuji..."

…

Everyone was talking a lot, but then they gradually calmed down and looked at the Fire Buddha silently.

Fire Buddha stepped forward and performed an autopsy on Master Yuan.

As he watched, Fire Buddha was suddenly startled.

"This is wind spiritual power..."

"Very honest..."

"Not only was it deliberately suppressed in the late stage of foundation building, it was... golden elixir..."

"Golden elixir, wind spiritual power, this is..."

The Fire Buddha's eyes were blood red, his hands were trembling, and two heart-like fireballs were beating violently in his heart.

The old wound on my chest suddenly hurts as if it had been cut into pieces with a thousand knives...

"Gu——Chang——Huai..."

Fire Buddha said word by word.

His face was indifferent, but blood-like flames were seeping out of his red cassock, and above the flames, there was a faint gray evil spirit...

Qiao Lao Liu said with a fearful face:

"Brother!"

All the other demon cultivators were silent and did not dare to speak out.

Seeing the anger welling up, his whole body was on fire, and his evil spirit was about to get out of control.

The Fire Buddha gritted his teeth and said "Amitabha", and then recited Buddhist sutras, suppressing his mind and suppressing the violent murderous intention in his heart.

His face became compassionate again.

The other demon cultivators also silently breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's not a ghost, it's Daoting Sidiansi..."

Fire Buddha said calmly, and then continued to look at Master Yuan's body.

"Both hands were broken..."

"He was hit hard on the head by a stick-like spiritual weapon..."

"The neck was strangled...the heart was stabbed from behind with a short knife..."

"The eyes are protruding and the face is scorched. Is this... fireball technique?"

"Whose fireball technique? It's kind of interesting..."

Fire Buddha probably replayed the assassination process of Master Yuan in his mind, and then looked at the dark green blood stains on the ground, and his expression was startled.

"poison?"

Is the dagger quenched with poison?

Fire Buddha frowned:

"This doesn't look like Gu Changhuai's behavior..."

"After so many years of not seeing each other, he has become mean?"

Moreover, Master Yuan used the devil's eyes to brew blood wine, and borrowed the evil thoughts of the devil to have extremely strong spiritual consciousness. How could he be killed without even using any means of resistance?

"Could it be that... Gu Changhuai has helpers?"

Fire Buddha's eyes trembled slightly.

"This person has a careful mind, ruthless methods, and is proficient in the art of spiritual thoughts, as well as the method of formation..."

"This is the only way to make sure that Master Yuan, who has strong evil thoughts, can kill him at the slightest provocation when he is unable to resist..."
To be continued...