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Zhiti approached Master Zhichan's body, stepped on his face hard, and crushed him several times.

"Brother Zhishan, why did you come so late today? I was starving to death." Zhishan was the youngest, even if he was a little less serious, the other senior brothers didn't say anything.

"You are the most anxious." Zhizhi said with disdain.

Zhishan smiled and opened the food box.

Mudel hid behind the stone pillar not far from the dungeon, quietly observing the situation here.

Several Buddhist disciples stopped their bowls and chopsticks suddenly after eating halfway, and shouted in unison: "Master."

Mudel was startled, and he saw Master Zhichan coming down from the hanging ladder.He hid deeper into the shadows.The strange thing is that Master Zhichan didn't seem to notice him at all.

Mu Deer hesitated in his heart, with Master Zhi Chan's internal strength, logically speaking, he shouldn't be unable to hear it.

Master Zhichan nodded and greeted the dozen or so disciples before heading into the dungeon.

Su Mingyu tore off his left sleeve and bandaged the wound on his waist.

Except for a few remaining white fabrics on his body, the rest has been soaked in blood.

It is winter now, but Qi Jue's coat has been placed on the dry grass beside him.

He didn't want to soil his coat, much less use it to bandage his wounds.

The cell door was pushed open by someone, but it was not Xu Wangping.Su Mingyu raised his head, and gave Master Zhichan a cold and distant look.

"Master Su, why are you in such a state of desperation?" Master Zhichan stepped forward, his eyes resting on the shallow scar on Su Mingyu's face, his eyes darkened: "I clearly told him not to get hurt. of your face."

Master Zhichan made a gesture to turn Su Mingyu's face for a closer look, and Su Mingyu grabbed Master Zhichan's hand.

Su Mingyu's resistance was very obvious, but Master Zhichan didn't pay attention to his attitude at all.

Although the strength in Su Mingyu's hands is not weak, his body is too weak after all.

The poison of Baihua Dan had just subsided, and he was tortured for several days.

Master Zhichan looked into Su Mingyu's eyes, and his eyes were in a state of madness: "Do you know, the more you do this, the more excited I am."

"Old bald donkey... old monk, it's better to get rid of enemies than tie them up." The white-bearded old demon said loudly: "If you do this, not only the Shengming Sect will not let you go, but Qi Jue will not let you go either. "

"Both of you will die under this temple, and become two innocent souls. Then who will trouble me." Master Zhichan said with a sinister smile.

His skinny fingers touched Su Mingyu's waist and twisted it hard: "It turns out that Master Su not only has a good-looking face, but also has such a tight waist."

Su Mingyu felt the wound on his waist open again, and the severe pain made him more conscious.

Zhichan's rough hands wandered back and forth on the skin of his abdomen, which only made him feel extremely disgusted.

Su Mingyu grasped Zhichan's wrist with slightly cold fingertips, and Zhichan looked at him with interest, as if laughing at his overreaching.

Su Mingyu restrained his wrist, and pushed him to the ground in an instant, the chains rubbing against the ground made a metallic sound.

Su Mingyu put one hand next to Zhichan's left ear, looking down at him.

Zhi Chan has always been forcing others, and has never been treated like this before, and a strange excitement faintly arose in his heart.

He didn't break free from Su Mingyu's hand.

Su Mingyu's fingers crushed Zhichan's lips erotically, bringing a slight numb pain.

His eyes fell on the faint black bruise on Zhichan's right wrist: "You have been practicing Taisang Mijing."

"En." Master Zhichan's eyes were stained with lust, and he twisted his wrist subconsciously, as if urging Su Mingyu to speed up the progress.

"What's the rush?" Su Mingyu said perfunctorily, with clear eyes in his eyes: "Do you know that the Taisang Secret Sutra is not a practice of the Western Regions?"

"Ah?" Master Zhichan replied blankly.

Su Mingyu sealed the three acupoints of Tianmen, Yutang and Zhongting at an extremely fast speed.

Master Zhichan suddenly felt that the power in his body was sealed. He tried hard to break free, but he couldn't lift his finger.

"Have you practiced for a few days, don't you feel that the internal force in your body is more difficult to condense?" Su Mingyu's eyes turned cold: "What an idiot."

Master Zhichan's eyes gradually became dull, and a few lines of black blood flowed out from his nose and mouth, dripping on the ground.

"Brother Su, who is he?" asked the white-bearded old demon.

"Dead." Su Mingyu said: "After practicing the Taisang Secret Sutra, there will be faint black marks on the wrist, like bruises. The whole person is very easy to get mad, and the mood will become more irritable, and the meridians will become abnormal Weak, as long as the three acupoints of Tianmen, Yutang, and Zhongting are sealed, the meridians will flow backwards and you will die suddenly."

"Yes, Brother Su." The white-bearded old demon said happily, but after thinking about it, he became sad again: "But he is dead, the disciples of Wan Guo Guang Temple will not let us go."

"So we have to escape as soon as possible." Su Mingyu bent down to search for the key on Master Zhichan's body, but only found the key of the prison door.The key to the chain is not here.

There was no movement next door for a long time, and the white-bearded old demon asked, "Brother Su, what's the matter?"

"He doesn't have the key on the chain with him. I suspect he threw the key away long ago. He didn't intend to let us out at all." Su Mingyu said softly.

"Then what should we do now, can we just wait for death?"

Su Mingyu tried to open the chain in his hand, but he couldn't do what he wanted.

At this moment, a figure appeared outside the door.

Mudel followed the secret passage in the dungeon to find this place: "Master Su."

"Who?" The white-bearded old demon heard Mudel's voice sharply: "Brother Mu? Why are you here?"

"I'll rescue you out," Mudel said.

Su Mingyu threw the chain into the gap in the railing of the prison door, Mudel reached out and hooked it, and quickly opened the prison door.

"Can you open this for me?" Su Mingyu pointed to the chain on his body.

"Let me try." Mudel said.

The chains of Wan Guo Guang Temple were just ordinary chains, and Mu Deer was born with supernatural power, so he quickly pulled them out of shape.He removed the chain and tossed it to a nearby haystack.

Mudel looked at the lute claw on Su Mingyu's shoulder, and said, "It's not difficult to take it out. The person who helped you wear the lute bone seems to have intentionally avoided a fatal wound, and it will heal within a few days after taking it off."

"Do you want to bite something?" Mudel said.

"No need." Su Mingyu picked up Qi Jue's coat and hugged it gently.

After a burst of severe pain, the pipa claw was taken out from his shoulder.

Su Mingyu bandaged it briefly, and the old white-bearded demon called from the next door: "Brother Su, Brother Del, quickly release me too."

"Don't make noise." Mudel called impatiently, walked to another cell, and opened the cell door with a key.

The white-bearded old demon was very excited when he saw Mu Deer: "Brother Mu, I knew you would come to save me. The years we spent together in Persia are not in vain."

Mu De said: "Master Su saved me before, I just want to repay his life-saving grace."

The implication is that saving yourself is just a matter of course.The white-bearded old demon had black lines on his face.

Su Mingyu said: "It's not suitable to stay here for a long time, let's leave here as soon as possible."

The Buddhist disciples at the entrance of the dungeon have all received the Ten Fragrance Ruanjin Powder, and their acupoints have been sealed.

Su Mingyu, Mu Deer, and the white-bearded old demon escaped from the secret passage.Su Mingyu's legs and feet were seriously injured, and his movements were somewhat inconvenient. Fortunately, the foundation of Qinggong was still there, and he still escaped from Wan Guoguang Temple quietly.

"Everyone, I will leave today, and I will go to the Western Regions. The mountains are far away, and we will meet again by fate." Mudel clasped his fists and said.

Su Mingyu stopped him: "Brother Mu still has family members in the Western Regions."

Mudel laughed at himself: "If you have family members, how can you join such a man-eating sect of the Persian religion and live on the tip of a knife all day long?"

"Since this is the case, Brother Mu might as well join my Shengming Sect." Su Mingyu said: "To tell you the truth, there has been a vacancy for the right protector of my Shengming Sect for a long time. If Brother Mu is willing to stay, it would be great."

"I don't have enough brute force, this protector can't do it."

"But I think you are a rare talent for being righteous." Su Mingyu said.

"Brother Su has already said so, you just agree." The white-bearded old demon also persuaded.

"I don't know what the plan is, senior?" Su Mingyu turned to look at the white-bearded old demon.

"Me?" The white-bearded old demon chuckled: "I finally got rid of the clutches of the Persian religion, so naturally I want to go to the rivers and lakes to enjoy myself."

He reached into Su Mingyu's arms and searched.

Su Mingyu said helplessly: "Senior."

"It's really poor." The white-bearded old demon looked at the few ingots of silver in his hand: "We will meet again in the mountains and rivers in the future."

The white-bearded old demon jumped into the night after speaking, and his hearty laughter echoed in the forest.

Su Mingyu shook his head with a low smile.

Mudel said on the sidelines: "Don't talk about Shanshui meeting, you go to the casino, and you will be able to find him in no time."

"A few ingots of broken silver, and I will sleep on the street in less than half a day."

Su Mingyu chuckled when he heard the words, and turned to look at Mu Deer: "I don't know what brother Mu is thinking about?"

"I have nowhere to go, now that Hierarch Su invites me, naturally, I would rather be obedient than respectful." Mu De said.

Zhiti waited in the room for a long time, but he couldn't wait for Master Zhichan to return.

He knew early in the morning that Master Zhichan had gone to find Su Mingyu, so Su Mingyu would not have been tortured to death if he hadn't come back so late.

Once the leader of Shengming Cult died, no matter what, it was a big deal.

Thinking like this, he walked out of the room and rushed to the dungeon.

A large group of Buddhist disciples lay in disorder at the entrance of the dungeon.

Zhiti's secret path was not good, so he went up to unlock their acupuncture points.

"Brothers, what happened?"

"Su Mingyu him...he fled with the white-bearded old demon and Mudel."

"Where's Master?" Zhi Tifu asked again.

"Master, he went in." The Buddhist disciple replied, suddenly remembered something: "No, something must have happened to Master."

He got up and ran into the prison, followed by Zhiti.

Master Zhichan lay on the ground, lost his breath, the blood in his nose and the corners of his mouth had solidified, and he looked at the dark zenith with his eyes open.

"Master, Master." Several disciples surrounded him, but there was no trace of grief on their faces.

"Grandmaster Zhichan is dead, please inform all sects to discuss arresting Su Mingyu." Zhixin, the oldest and most stable man in Wan Guoguang Temple, said.

"Yes." Various Buddhist disciples responded one after another.

"Zhiti, are you still leaving?" Zhixin asked.

"Master's kindness to me is as great as a mountain. I want to stay here for a while."

Zhixin didn't think there was anything wrong: "Don't bother Master and the old man too much."

"Yes." Zhiti replied.

Zhixin left the place with a candle lamp and a group of brothers and sisters.

Zhiti approached Master Zhichan's body, stepped on his face hard, and crushed him several times.