Confucian Sword Immortal: After studying for ten years, his majesty reaches the sky

With the help of the cover of night, Chen Ning led the monks of Mingshan Temple to the outside of the Yuding Gate.

Obviously, no one in the Yuding Gate felt anything unusual, and the two little Taoist priests guarding the door were also talking about something.

"I'm so hungry, it's time for a shift, I haven't eaten meat in almost two hours.

"I've been eating more and more lately, and I even feel like I can't eat ten catties of meat a day, and I don't have the strength to do it.

"Yes, meat is the most delicious thing in the world, especially for children, and it tastes unbearable just to think about.

Especially their soft hearts...... "

Shhh

The monks of the Ming Silent Temple hidden in the shadows all heard this conversation, and some of them almost vomited directly on the spot.

Even the little Taoist priest guarding the door has turned into a painting slave, and it seems that as Chen Ning expected, I am afraid that the entire Yuding Gate has fallen.

"Get ready to do it.

After his eyes exchanged in the dark for a moment, Chen Ning suddenly flashed out of the darkness and slashed directly with his hand as a knife.

"Bang, bang. The

two little Taoist priests didn't even make a sound, and their necks were broken instantly.

The front side will be handed over to Chen Daoyou, and the remaining two exits will be taken care of by Lao Wei.

After determining that the target was the entire Yuding Gate, the old monk Huijian immediately led people to the other two exits, responsible for blocking all the way.

Seven Buddhist sect elders, as well as more than thirty warrior monks and disciples such as Jingkong, followed behind Chen Ning.

It's best not to startle the snake, and if it's really discovered, then go straight into it in one go.

In short, the Painted Skin Ghost must be eradicated, and the rest of the Painted Skin Slaves must also be left behind!

Chen Ning and Jingkong picked up the clothes on the ground and pretended to be a disciple of the Yuding Sect.

The two pushed the door open and entered.

But just a few steps away, two more disciples came to him.

"Senior brother, you can go back first, and then stand guard and give it to us first. The

corners of the two of them were still bleeding from the corners of their mouths, and there was a strong smell of blood all over their bodies, as if they had just eaten.

"No, why do I always feel that these two people look very good, not like disciples of the Jade Ding Sect?"

One of the gray Dao robe disciples suddenly stopped and looked at Chen Ning and Jingkong suspiciously.

Chen Ning smiled and said, "I've just started, and I'm more introverted on weekdays, isn't it normal for my senior brother not to know me?"

The other disciple was obviously not interested in dwelling on, and reminded:

"Hurry up and stand guard, there are a lot of people you don't know in our door, what's there to waste time?"

The gray Dao robe disciple shook his head and looked at Chen Ning carefully:

" No, this person makes me look like I don't know each other, and I always feel like I've seen it somewhere before.

It's like ......"

Suddenly, the gray-robed disciple took a few steps back one after another, and suddenly felt the hairs on his back stand on end:

"No, I did see you, you are the scholar of Ning'an Village!"

This gray-robed disciple was one of the Taoist priests who participated in the hunt for Red Leaves that day.

He fell down the dirt slope and passed out, becoming the only one to survive.

Although he had not yet become a painter at that time, fear was already deeply rooted in his mind.

"Come on, someone, someone from outside has sneaked inside the door!" the

frightened shouts echoed throughout the silent Yuding Gate.

Chen Ning sighed:

"I miscalculated, I knew that I should have checked it well at the beginning, and paid attention to making up for you."

Hearing the inexplicable words between the two, the other disciple suddenly turned a little pale:

"They are really not from the Yuding Sect, where did the disciple who originally guarded the door go?"

Chen Ning sneered and suddenly drew his sword.

Before the two could react, their heads fell to the ground.

The shout just now had already alarmed the entire Yuding Gate, and it was obvious that there was no way to continue lurking.

"Brother Chen, what should I do next?"

asked Jingkong.

"It's very simple, just push all the way in!" Chen

Ning kicked away the two corpses.

He didn't have any interest in lurking in the first place, so in that case, he just killed him directly.

Running and stepping on the mountain, Chen Ning directly entered the depths of the Yuding Gate first.

"No, come on!" "

You!"

In the blink of an eye, the three painted skin slaves were beheaded by a sword.

One-step.

Two steps.

Three-step ......

......

As he stepped out step by step, Chen Ning's speed continued to rise, and the strength under his feet gradually skyrocketed.

With the strength of his first step alone, he had already broken the floor tiles in two.

By the time he took the fifth step, a huge crater had been sunken in the ground with a radius of one meter under Chen Ning's feet, and the cracks spread out like spider webs in all directions.

"It's really bold to dare to trespass on my Yuding Gate!" An

eight-foot-tall, tiger-backed Yuding Sect elder came out angrily with a hundred-pound long knife in his hand.

But as soon as he walked out of the door, he happened to meet Chen Ning, who happened to take the seventh step.

The power of the stepping step progresses gradually, and the seventh step is just the pinnacle of its speed and power.

This kick is enough to shatter the rocks, and the force is ten thousand!

"Step on the mountain!"

"Bang!" The

huge sound was like thunder in the air, and it reverberated throughout the courtyard.

The elder didn't even understand what was going on, and the long knife in his hand and his entire body were crushed under this step.

At Chen Ning's feet, there was only a violent pit left.

[Kill a painted skin slave and get Haoran Qi *10]

is just a kick of kung fu, and he directly killed a small boss worth ten points of Haoran Qi.

This scene made all the monks of the Ming Silence Temple behind them dumbfounded.

What was that kick? Is it a Confucian exercise?

I've never heard of a Confucian exercise that can be smashed by a person with a big knife of more than 100 catties!

They couldn't help but feel a burst of joy in their hearts.

Fortunately, he and Chen Ning were friends rather than enemies, otherwise if they were kicked like this, they couldn't imagine what the consequences would be!

But at this moment, several painting slaves of the Jade Ding Sect suddenly fell to their knees.

They threw their heads up and opened their mouths wide open, screaming and wailing impatiently.

More and more disciples of the Yuding Sect fell to their knees, and none of them were spared.

Not only that, but they all felt itching all over their bodies, and began to scratch every inch of their skin with their fingers.

Whether it's on the legs, on the body, or even on the face, ......

With each scratch, their skin is torn with it.

Even the dough that has not been torn will turn into a liquid and slowly flow downwards like plasticine melted by fire.

No one knew what was going on with them, just desperately crying out in despair.

Moreover, it is completely impossible to suppress the movements of the hands.

After a while, the movements of all the Jade Ding Sect disciples suddenly stopped.

Apart from the instinctive wails of despair, they had lost all consciousness.

In the pitch-black void where they tore open the skin, a thick and bloody ghostly aura continued to emerge outward.

In the strange yin qi, there were terrifying limbs gushing out of it.

The

flesh and limbs they ate were indigestible, but were always hidden in the skins.

The rotten flesh and limbs soon replaced the limbs of the painted pisnu, and apart from the half-human, half-ghost skin on their faces, they had been completely reduced to strange creatures that resembled spiders, and their torsos were made up of carrion!

The monster writhed its deformed limbs and rushed madly towards the outside of the Jade Ding Gate.

It happened so suddenly, and before a few disciples of the Ming Silent Temple could react, they were torn to pieces in misery.

After turning into this body, the strength of the painted pinu skyrocketed again.

Even the disciples of the Jade Ding Sect who did not have any cultivation before their death still possessed the strength to kill a warrior monk who had been cultivating for many years in an instant.

The situation has come to a turn in an instant, and the Ming Silent Temple has completely lost the suppressive power of the surprise attack just now.

Only Chen Ning was still in his hands like chopping vegetables.

[Kill a Painted Skin Slave and Get Haoran Qi*3]

[Kill a Painted Skin Slave and Get Haoran Qi*3]

This scene made Chen Ning excited.

Being able to create this group of monsters means that the true body of the Painted Skin Ghost is within the Yuding Gate.

With the indignation of the Junzi Sword trembling, he could already vaguely feel the direction of that ghostly aura!

"Do you think you can escape?"

Chen Ning drew his sword and crushed it all the way, killing into the depths of the Jade Ding Gate alone!