Demonic World: I Pay to Win in Cultivation

The ghost fog is like a dangerous jungle, turning a group of bandits back into individuals, each bandit groping to survive in this jungle.

Some people took up weapons to be alert to all the figures around them, some wanted to go to the big leader and the third leader to preside over the situation, and some wanted to draw a team to form a defensive formation.

In a scene where they can't communicate effectively, the bandits are thrown into disarray.

Not only that, the ghost fog can confuse people's five senses, forming a space disorder effect like a ghost hitting a wall, and ordinary people cannot escape from the range of the ghost fog.

Du Kang swung the head of a bandit who was groping forward in front of him with a sword, and watched the bald head with a face full of shock fall to the ground, a stream of blood spurted out from the broken neck, and said to himself.

"My current Yinshen state still can't support my ability to launch Jinghua on a large scale, so I can only choose to kill by force."

Another sword split a bandit in half from head to crotch, and the blood flowed all over the internal organs.

"Although, I prefer the way of killing people in the illusion of waving all beings. It's too realistic. That's always been my dream. But it feels good to chop people with a sword like this."

With a wave of his hand back, he chopped a nearby bandit running around in half.

The man was still alive for a while, and while wailing loudly, he struggled to crawl to the distance, dragging his intestines all over the ground behind him.

Du Kang couldn't bear to see such a tragedy, so he chopped off his head with a sword, ending his suffering.

Looking around, there was no one around, so Du Kang ran to the distance with the Shuanghuan Sword in hand.

In the ghost fog, the five-element demon boy danced among the crowd, and the flames, sword energy, vines, and wooden thorns came into passionate contact with the bandit's flesh.

...

The sounds of killing and screams were silenced by the ghost fog as soon as they exited, and there was silence in the Arhat Temple.

The grease on the torch was crackling, and the guards of the Lin family were staring at the gate of the Arhat Temple, paying attention to every movement in this silent winter night, ready to fight at any time.

"squeak--"

The wooden shaft of the temple gate made a harsh sound because it had not been oiled for a long time.

The sound alarmed the silent convoy. The guards who were sitting on the ground to maintain their strength all stood up, their swords were unsheathed, their spears were raised obliquely, and their arrows were placed on their bows.

Lin Zhiyuan also raised his magic crossbow and aimed at the gate of the temple.

Amidst the creaking sound of the temple gate, a gap was opened for people to pass through.

Amidst a wave of crossbow arrows aiming, a young man wearing a green shirt and a face like a crown jade walked out of the door.

His black hair was simply tied into a ponytail, and the green shirt on his body was spotless. If it wasn't for the long sword in his hand that was still dripping with blood, he would have looked more like a rich man who had just returned from a trip.

"Brother Du, why did you come out from inside?"

Lin Zhiyuan stepped forward quickly, intending to pull Du Kang back to the carriage circle, and at the same time looked inside the crack of the door, wanting to know what happened.

With just one glance, Lin Zhiyuan stopped moving.

A tangy smell of blood came out from the door, and there were fallen corpses and broken weapons everywhere in the Arhat Temple. A woman was sitting in the pile of corpses crying, and a light ignited a wing room, and the ignited fire illuminated everything. .

Lin Zhiyuan was dumbfounded. He hadn't noticed so many people died and such a big fire just now outside the temple.

"Most of the fake monks inside are dead, we should be safe."

What Du Kang said next made Lin Zhiyuan feel like he was living in a dream.

"They're all dead? Are the two monks and the monks dead? Who killed them? Is it you?"

These are two monks and dozens of monk soldiers. His Lin family's convoy may not be able to fight together, so he died so silently.

"I heard some movement in the temple in the middle of the night, so I climbed over the wall and came in to see. I saw them fighting with people. Didn't you hear such a big movement?"

Lin Zhiyuan's face was full of disbelief, with an expression that although I have little knowledge, don't lie to me.

"Then what happened to the blood on your sword?"

"I met a few fake monks who were hiding, and let me chop them off."

"Then who are they fighting with? Is the other group still there?"

"It's gone. I was hiding in the dark just now. I saw them kill people, carry a box of things from the side hall, and fly away on a black eagle."

"It can fly away with a black eagle, how many of them are there?"

"There are only four people. I saw them killing the Arhat Temple gang like chopping melons and vegetables."

"It's true that I didn't hear any sound, and I didn't see any birds rising and falling." Lin Zhiyuan muttered to himself, and glanced at the front yard full of corpses through the crack of the door, and then pulled Du Kang back into the carriage circle.

"They fight theirs, we only ship our own goods, we don't join other people's grievances, we leave at dawn."

Du Kang's words frightened Lin Zhiyuan. People who can easily kill the Luohan Temple group can naturally kill them. Naturally, this kind of thing can be hidden as far as possible.

If it weren't for the high risk of walking at night, he wanted to leave here now.

"There is nothing wrong in the Luohan Temple. Continue to watch the night tonight and leave at dawn." Lin Zhiyuan told the team after returning.

Back in the tent, Lin Zhiyuan wanted to ask for details, but Du Kang naturally kept the same rhetoric, and when he encountered something that couldn't be made up, he just said that he didn't see it and fooled it.

"I've seen it just now. There are not many living people in the Arhat Temple now, only a few women who are used for their entertainment are still alive. If you go in now, the harvest of searching may be better than this trip. Shipping costs are high.”

After listening to the story, Du Kang saw that Lin Zhiyuan was a little moved, so he gave him one last word of persuasion before returning to his tent.

It doesn't matter whether Lin Zhiyuan believes this story or not, what matters is whether he is willing to believe it or not.

The biggest benefit of Luohan Temple has already been in his hands, but if he goes in and searches carefully, he can still scrape off a layer of oil and water, it depends on whether Lin Zhiyuan has the courage.

He took out a bag in his stomach pouch, Du Kang opened it for a look, then shook it in his hand, and then put him back into his stomach pouch.

The bags were filled with silver scattered on the gambling table, Du Kang, who was thrifty, would naturally not waste it. The blood-stained silver was collected by the Five Elements Demon Boy, adding up to more than four hundred taels.

As for the scattered copper plates, they were left at the scene, waiting for the arrival of someone with predestined relationship.

Lie down on the carpet, the five-element demon boy danced around to watch the night, Du Kang slowly fell asleep, and finally got a good night's sleep tonight, I hope Lin Zhiyuan can also sleep.

Lin Zhiyuan really couldn't sleep, he looked at the gate of Luohan Temple, his father's ardent teaching before he left home, and Du Kang's persuasion in his mind.

"Zhiyuan, my father is injured. I will leave it to you to transport goods to Tonggu County this time. This is your first time transporting goods by yourself. You must remember to be cautious in your words and deeds. I don't ask for anything else, I just hope you can If you come back safely, if you encounter danger, you will abandon this batch of goods, as long as you can come back."

"The person who fought has already left, and there are no living people in the Arhat Temple now. The harvest from a search may be better than that from a trip."

Although the Lin family has a large family business, they also have a lot of expenses, especially in the past two years, they have gradually become unable to make ends meet.

Thinking of his injured father, the hardships at home, the windfall that was just around the corner, and the weirdness of the disaster at the Arhat Temple tonight, Lin Zhiyuan couldn't sleep.