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Li Chen did not dare to stay any longer, and used the "Wan Liu Gui Zang" to collect the remaining Yellow Spring Water.

When he returned to Jichan Palace, with the help of the monks, the other materials for the antidote, except the Yellow Spring Water, were already prepared.

Seeing Li Chen coming back, Master Ji Liao was overjoyed: "Buddha, how is it?"

Li Chen stretched out his palm, and a water ball as big as a bowl was suspended on his palm.

"Fortunately, I have fulfilled my mission."

"But there are only so many."

There is no way, Li Chen has used them all before.

If you want to refill it, it will take at least a hundred years.

"Enough!"

Ji Xuefu nodded, her beautiful eyes flashed.

The monks breathed a sigh of relief.

The preparation of the antidote is relatively complicated, and it was not until the sun was about to set that day that it was finally prepared.

The monks hurriedly gave it to Master Hui Se.

Sure enough, the effect was immediate, and after about a cup of tea, the green shadow on the chest gradually dissipated, and Master Hui Se finally woke up.

Regardless of the injuries on his body, he hurriedly asked what happened after he was poisoned.

When he learned that Monk Jile had not succeeded, he was relieved.

When he heard that it was Wanshou Villa who was behind this, he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

"Thanks to the Buddha's wit, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous."

On the other side, Ji Xuefu, a disciple of Jinxiuchuan, was originally weak. After preparing the antidote, she was already drowsy.

Li Chen placed her in Wulu Zen Temple, which is on Muduo Mountain outside the temple.

Wulu Zen Temple mainly recruits lay disciples, so it is more convenient for her to be here.

So far, another conspiracy of Wanshou Villa has failed.

...

Northern Wilderness, Wanshou Villa.

The owner of the manor suddenly opened his eyes wide, stretched out his hand, and just grabbed a golden stream of light.

Spreading out his palm, it turned out to be a thumb-sized golden cicada.

Golden cicada sent a message? !

Then he looked around, and after a moment, his face was full of anger: "Monk Jile! How dare you deceive my Wanshou Mountain Villa!"

The third owner of the villa, Hesheng, saw this and hurriedly read the contents of the golden cicada. He couldn't help but frowned slightly: "Could this message be false, brother?"

"The secret technique of the golden cicada is only used by the fourth brother. It contains the fourth brother's divine consciousness. Others can never fake it!"

"ε=(ο｀*)))Alas."

"I didn't expect that this monk Jile would be so capricious. This time, I harmed my fourth brother!"

Hesheng has always been resourceful. This time, it was his plan to encourage Monk Jile to go to the Killing Temple.

Tiger Saint slammed the table and said loudly: "Those who are not of my race must have different hearts!"

"Don't blame yourself, Third Brother. This time, I underestimated the courage of Monk Jile."

"Since you dare to provoke my Wanshou Villa, then I won't be polite!"

"Where are my sons?!!"

"┗|｀O′|┛Ouch~~"

"Happy Zen Temple! Don't leave any of them alive!"

"┗|｀O′|┛Ouch~~"

...

Southern Xinjiang, Ghost Cult.

"What? The Sword Saint was captured?!"

On the Ghost Altar, the ghost ghost fire condensed into a human face. At this time, he opened his mouth and a ball of green fire spurted out.

It was full of disbelief.

"Even the Sword Saint of Wanshou Villa?! How is it possible?"

A messenger in a black robe and cloak recounted what happened in the Killing Temple.

"The Sword Saint didn't come out after rushing into the Killing Temple?"

Hu~

Flames splashed everywhere.

The left protector's eyes were burning, and after a long time he sighed: "Alas, the Killing Temple... is getting more and more confusing."

At this moment, a series of silver bell-like laughter suddenly came from outside the altar.

"Hahaha~"

"Left protector, did you find it now?"

On the altar, the flames were flickering, and where his eyes pointed, the red snake master moved lightly.

Behind him were the 'crow messenger' He Cangwu and the 'black rope messenger' Jing Congling.

"Hmm?"

The big face of the flame frowned: "Where is the ghost gate messenger?"

"Haha, he has already gone to see the King of Hell in advance."

After saying this, the red snake master threw a jade slip directly onto the altar.

Huh~

An arm stretched out from the flames and caught the jade slip.

"Compared to the ghost gate messenger, the left protector should worry about the situation of the ghost cult first."

After a moment, the flames on the altar suddenly vibrated.

"Shasheng Temple monopolizes Shuiling Jade?! All the 19 cities in Southern Xinjiang are bowing down?!

On February 2nd, we will go to Shasheng Temple to hold the Jade Sharing Conference?!"

The flames gradually subsided, and after a long time, a sigh was heard!

"Did the spectacle of 'Sun and Moon in the Same Cup' that day really happen in Shasheng Temple?"

"After all, our Ghost Sect is still a step behind..."

...

Southern Xinjiang, Anping City.

In the City Lord's Mansion, Helian Bo put his hands behind his back, looking at the full moon in the sky, but calculating the time in his heart.

If nothing unexpected happens, the Sword Saint of Wanshou Villa should have already entered Shasheng Temple.

With the poison of 'Bi Luo Shen Zhen', Shasheng Temple has no power to fight back.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but smile.

Puff~

The candlelight in the room flickered.

It was a black bird that flew into the room and stood directly on Helian Bo's shoulder.

Helian Bo pulled out a piece of paper from the sparrow's foot. On the paper was a black bird mark. He opened it and looked at it, and his eyes widened.

"How is it possible?!!"

The words on the paper were written by Tang Duo, the sword master of Wanshou Villa, trapped in the Killing Temple!

"With the monk Jile and the 'Blue Sky Divine Needle', they still couldn't take down the Killing Temple?"

Helian Bo clenched his fists.

This is troublesome...

At the same time, in the Liang Wang Mansion in Feiluzhou, Liang Wang Zhu Yong also held an identical letter in his hand.

On the shoulder of Liang Wang Zhu Yong, there was a white-headed eagle with a gloomy look and a serious face.

"Monk Jile returned with nothing?"

"The Sword Saint was imprisoned and trapped in the Killing Forest?!"

Even the Sword Saint Tang Duo was defeated?

What kind of dragon pool and tiger den is this Killing Temple?

It seems that his plan will be postponed again.

Zhu Yong sighed at the moonlight in the sky.

The murderous intent in his eyes could not be hidden.

At this moment, a silly laugh suddenly came from outside the door: "Hehehe~"

Squeak~The door opened.

A young man in brocade clothes, with shiny lips and teeth, was holding a jade plate in both hands and chewing with relish.

But there seemed to be a bit of stupidity between his eyebrows.

"Daddy, daddy, this is really delicious, this is really delicious~"

When Zhu Yong heard the voice, the gloom on his face immediately changed, and he put on a full smile: "Good boy, let daddy taste what delicious food is?"

After saying that, he looked carefully and saw golden crickets placed in the jade plate, each fried golden, which made people's appetite open.

Zhu Yong's mouth twitched and his eyes trembled:

This is 'Six-winged Flying', this is 'Golden Straw Clothes', this is 'Ziwu Da'...

Puff~

...

The mountain is not empty, and the cave is not empty.

["Dionysus" drinks the golden cup of spiritual liquid, activates the state of 'speaking the truth after drinking', and the wonder is nurturing. ]

Li Chen released the shadow of the Bodhi monk, and the Qiankun cup in his chest was revealed. In the ripples of spiritual liquid, the sun and the moon sank.

As "Dionysus" circulated throughout his body, the wonder of 'the sun and the moon in the same cup' began to change by itself.

Rising in the east and setting in the west, the moon waxes and wanes.

Suddenly, the whole place was full of light and color, which lasted until late at night.

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