Deep mountains, ancient temples.

The evil statue of the god in the hall is holding a chain in one hand, holding grease in his hand and emitting a wisp of green flame, which looks like it is holding a green lamp, while the other hand is holding a black flag.

An old man sat quietly in front of the god. He was wearing a gray monk's robe and his long white hair was scattered on his shoulders. Although he was old, his spirit and body were as strong as those of a strong man.

Like a monk but not a monk, like a Tao but not a Tao.

Behind him were two disciples, who skillfully recited scriptures along with the old man.

After the old man finished reciting the sutra, he took out a black insect from the jar in front of the god, chewed it and swallowed it. Then he saw a look of extreme pain on his face, and squeezed out a drop of blood from his fingertips.

On the chain on the god's left hand.

Blood-red light continued to pass underground along with the chains, and then a faint roaring sound was heard deep underground.

After he regained his composure, the old man turned around and started talking to the two disciples behind him.

A look of relief appeared on the old man's face: "Three links, four links, you two have done a good job recently."

"Work harder and spread the locust plague to the entire Lingzhou."

"Next, I can cooperate with you and your second senior brother to preach and carry forward our Anle Temple."

The old man said proudly: "At that time, not only will your master and I have cultivated Dafa, but the entire Lingzhou will also be ours."

Master Santong and Master Sitong also showed excitement on their faces: "Master, don't worry, now most of Lingzhou has been plagued by locust plagues, and there are already more than 80 blood locusts."

The old man laughed loudly: "That's almost it. As long as the Locust God appears and swallows the locust swarm, the Locust God will be completely transformed, and it will be logical for our Anle Temple to contact the locust plague and save the land of Lingzhou."

"Fame and fortune, longevity and wealth, we will take them all."

Inside the ancient temple, everyone has a smile on their face and high ambitions.

In front of the mountain gate, there is an ancient stone path that surrounds the hill, winding from the foot of the mountain to the front of the temple gate. At this moment, a person hurried back and hurriedly broke in through the door.

As soon as the door opened, the three of them looked over at the same time, and immediately saw Master Datong, whose clothes were torn and in extremely embarrassed condition.

"Eldest brother?"

"Why did you come back so soon?"

Master Santong and Master Sitong stepped forward quickly.

The old man also asked doubtfully: "Datong, shouldn't today be the time for you to go down the mountain to meet Ertong? Why did you come back so soon?"

Master Datong was out of breath after running, and immediately knelt on the ground when he came in.

"Master, it's not good."

"Junior Brother Ertong... was harmed."

"What?" The other three people in the ancient temple suddenly changed their expressions when they heard the news.

Master Datong was about to elaborate on his detailed experiences and knowledge after entering Shanxia County early this morning. Suddenly, the master standing in front of him suddenly raised his head and shouted loudly.

"No! Get out of the way!"

The words came out, but it was already too late.

A ray of sword light fell from the sky, entered the room, and chopped down the main hall.

Master Datong felt dizzy and his whole body flew up. When he turned around, he saw that his lower body was still kneeling on the ground.

The sword light rotated again, slashing at the old man whose body and face were covered with blood.

The old man had already reacted. The black flag that should have been held in the hand of the statue was now in the old man's hand.

The old man waved it with all his strength, and the black flag emitted black smoke, heading towards the sword light.

The two sides collided violently, making a roar, and several pillars supporting the ancient temple were broken into two pieces. The temple collapsed with a creak.

But the old man was safe and sound. Although his flag was cut, he still blocked the sword.

The Qinglong boy was also stunned. Although this slash did not require much force, it was not something that anything could block. The black flag in the old man's palm was not simple.

However, the slash failed to achieve its full effect, and the Azure Dragon Boy immediately retreated. With a flash of green light, he penetrated the collapsed roof and retreated back to the sky.

Because its owner is about to arrive.

Everything happens in the blink of an eye.

Master Santong and Master Sitong only saw a flash of light, and the temple collapsed.

Climbing up amid the smoke and ruins, only their master, the Three Disasters, was still standing peacefully under the statue of the God of Anle.

In front of the Three Disasters was Master Datong, who had only his upper body left, while his lower body had been buried in the ruins.

He looked at his eldest disciple with splitting eyes, and his hand holding the black flag was trembling.

Master Datong was still not dead yet, blood kept pouring out of his mouth, and he grabbed the corner of his master's clothes.

"Master! It's the Thousand Miles Flying Sword, Gongzhou Sword Immortal Kong Chenzi, and I fell into his trap."

"He's coming... hurry up..."

"quick……"

Master Datong breathed his last with his eyes open, and he was still holding on to the hem of his master's clothes before he died.

The old man pulled Datong's hand away from him one by one, and closed his eyes.

He looked up at the sky again, his eyes full of anger.

The sky was already filled with wind and clouds, layers of clouds and mist were gathering, and someone was coming across the sky.

The clouds and mist broke and the cloud light fell.

Above the sky clouds, a person sits in the glow.

This overwhelming force makes anyone feel like their heart is shaking.

From what Master Datong said just now, the old man and Santong Sitong already knew who the visitor was.

"Is this the Sword Immortal from Gongzhou?"

"Soaring in the clouds and riding in the mist, is there really such a thing?"

Master Santong and Master Sitong screamed in surprise.

But at this moment, the immortal moved and looked down with cold eyes.

Then, the palm under the Yunwen Bagua Taoist robe was raised, and the palm was pressed down toward the sky.

Layers of fire condensed, and a giant flame palm fell from the sky.

Like a world-destroying palm, like a divine punishment from heaven.

He looked up and watched the increasingly larger flaming giant landing. With the speed of falling and approaching, it became larger and larger, and gradually became like covering the sky and the sun.

The three people below were in a trance, feeling as if everything they had done before was against God's will, and at this moment, God's punishment was about to come.

Master Santong and Master Sitong looked at the scene with their heads raised, their eyes full of confusion, and they even forgot to resist and run away.

"Boom!"

The giant palm of fire fell on the top of the mountain, and the fire ignited the entire ancient temple and everything on the top of the mountain. The flames burned fiercely and burned everything to ashes.

Master Santong and Master Sitong just stood there blankly, and when the giant palm fell, they were reduced to ashes.

Even at the moment of death, I felt no pain, just turned into ashes in such an instant.

However, at this moment, there was a figure standing in the flames, screaming and shouting in pain.

The long black flag swayed, finally dispelling the flames around him.

A ghost-like figure walked out of the flames with his whole body on fire and burns everywhere.

"Tee!"

"Four links!"

At this moment, the three-disaster man had burns all over his body. His eyes were searching in the flames, but he couldn't find anything.

The Three Disasters' eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes. They looked up at the sky, pointed at the Taoist priest above the sky, and roared like crazy.

"Kongchenzi!"

The three-letter name he spat out seemed to be crying blood.

"My Three Disasters released a plague of locusts, which devastated all living beings and deserved to die."

"If you kill my four disciples, don't they count as human lives? Don't they deserve to die?"

"Or are you the only one who is right in this world? Are you worried about God's will or the Emperor of Heaven? Whoever you want to die will die?"

"I don't accept it!"

The black flag was thrust into the ground, and the earth cracked.

The entire hill was divided into two halves, and an incredibly large bloody evil insect appeared in the mountain.
Chapter completed!