Chapter 80.
A cry reached Wang Dust’s ears.
He climbed up the wall of his house and looked in the direction the sound came from.
He only saw that in front of Old Sun Tou’s house a hundred paces away, the black-faced cultivator was lifting his foot and kicking hard at the woman on the ground.
His mouth cursed: “I’m in the city to go down to the restaurant are people rush to invite, take you two chickens is your family’s blessing, actually dare to resist, live tired of it, right?”
The woman who was kicked was Li.
She was protecting an unconscious teenager, letting the other party’s heavy kicks on her body without dodging, while bitterly begging, “Master Immortal, we know we are wrong, please spare us!”
“Bah!”
The black-faced cultivator spat out a thick spit.
He retracted his foot and scanned the charming Li with a lustful gaze, “Forget it this time, next time you commit a crime at the hands of the master, I will first skin that old miscreant inside and then sell you to Ruyi Fang!”
Now Li didn’t even dare to cry out, lying on the ground trembling.
Ruyi Fang was one of the Ji Fangs in Yunshan City, the women there were all desperate and forced to fall into the wind, and because they didn’t have outstanding beauty, they were very cheap.
The black-faced cultivator’s threat did not seem like a joke at all!
It was only after the other party left with the people that Li struggled to get up and dragged the teenager into the house.
Old Sun Tou hadn’t shown up since the beginning.
Although separated by a short distance and walls, Wang Chen could still hear Li’s cries inside the house.
He returned to his home with an expressionless face.
Entered the tunnel and descended into the secret room.
In the middle of the secret room, Wang Chuan took out a mask from his storage bag.
Thousand Chance Change!
The time Wang Dust got this mask was not short, but the number of times he really used it was very few.
Usually, it was basically used to keep it in his suitcase.
This time, he put it on his face.
Looking into the bronze mirror, he began to change his face!
In half a cup of tea, Wang Chen had completely changed his appearance.
Face round ears, nose straight mouth square, thick eyebrows and leopard eyes, cheeks a raccoon beard, full of ferocious defense.
Can be described as: generate meat meal fish face, not read the scriptures to read the Buddha people!
He took a long deep breath and inspired the Giant Power Technique, which had already been cultivated to the Dacheng level.
The Grand Completion Level Giant Power Technique was a breakthrough that Wang Chen had spent 10 points of Human Virtue on not long ago.
The range of the enchantment was able to cover the entire body.
His torso instantly swelled and grew as if he had blown up, and his bones rubbed together with crisp popping sounds.
In the blink of an eye, Wang Chen’s height unexpectedly rose by nearly a foot.
He turned into a tiger-backed and bear-waisted pugilistic man!
Immediately afterward, he took out a jute wanji top turban, a crescent moon headband, a warrior’s robe, and animal skin combat boots.
As well as a black iron water-worn convenience shovel.
After putting on all these objects.
Wang Chen, who appeared in the bronze mirror, became a Buddhist ascetic head!
Ascetic head is a Buddhist monk walking outside, do not need to shave their hair and beard, do not abstain from meat and fish to kill, and specialize in the ability to fight.
This was one of the vests Wang Chen had prepared for himself.
He was preparing for a day in the future, in the Yunyang sect can not mix, then will certainly need armor to get out.
He didn’t expect it to come in handy now!
Although Wang Chen repeatedly calmed himself down, the anger in his heart was growing.
If this breath was not vented, the thoughts would not be able to get through.
It might become a demon in his heart!
After determining that there was nothing broken in the costume, Wang Dust quickly came to the secret room at the bottom.
Then he took the escape tunnel to go out.
The exit of the secret passage was in the middle of a mountainous area in the middle of nowhere, with no one nearby, and the location was very hidden.
In recent months, Wang Chen had often practiced shadowless divine movement and other spells over here.
So he was familiar with the surroundings.
Carrying a convenient shovel, he swept towards the southeast, over a low hill, and soon saw a long chi road.
At this time, Wang Chen took out another box cage and carried it on his back, and hung the Soul Swinging Bell on the top shelf of the box cage.
Jingling Bell
Accompanied by the melodious sound of the bell, Wang Chuan, in the guise of an ascetic head monk, slowly walked towards the intersection in front of him.
This side of the chicane was the road leading to the B-10 Guards.
The three black-faced cultivators would definitely have to pass through here after collecting the spirit stones from Wang Duan and Old Sun Tou’s family.
What he wanted to create was a “chance encounter”.
Wang Dust walked very slowly and stopped to rest on the side of the road.
There were not many people coming and going on the road, and there were also some spirit cultivators tilling the land in the nearby spiritual fields.
Some people noticed Wang Chen sitting by the roadside, and all of them cast curious gazes.
In the land of Yunyang Sect’s mountain gate, monks were really very rare.
But no one was nosy.
Wang Dust didn’t have to wait for a very long time, in just half a pillar of incense, he saw that black-faced monk walk over with two Spirit Plant Hall disciples.
All three of them had the smugness of a loaded house on their faces, joking and laughing along the way.
Wang Chen immediately got up and greeted them.
The black-faced cultivator and the others didn’t pay attention at first.
By the time they saw Wang Dust, the distance between them was only a mere dozen steps.
Wang Dust stared at the black-faced cultivator with fierce eyes and suddenly roared angrily, “What are you looking at?”
His voice was extremely loud, attracting all the gazes of the surrounding passersby as well as the farmers.
The black-faced cultivator was confused.
He had absolutely no idea why this head monk in front of him was yelling at him.
Subconsciously, he sank his face.
“Wooden handful of birds, how dare you be rude to Sprinkler!”
Wang Dust didn’t give the other party a chance to react at all, suddenly accelerating his steps forward.
At the same time, he let out a thunderous roar, “Eat my old Lu’s punch!”
Just at this time, the Soul Swinging Bell hanging on the top shelf of the box cage shook violently.
The bell was mixed in with Wang Dust’s roar, violently impacting the divine souls of the black-faced cultivator and the others.
The three of them shook in unison, their minds went blank, and their souls unexpectedly flew out of the sky at the same time!
Boom!
In the next moment, a fist the size of a vinegar bowl fiercely blasted onto the black-faced cultivator’s face.
Wrathful Vajra Fist!
The black-faced cultivator’s head was like a watermelon hit by a heavy hammer.
Black, white, and red objects all blossomed out!
Instant death.
Wang Chen grabbed the storage bag at the waist of the other party with a lightning fast momentum, and at the same time, he put the body into his own storage bag, and then flew up and kicked his right leg on the chest of a Spirit Plant Hall disciple next to him.
The latter was like a broken kite flying backwards, the bones in his body did not know how many broken, the entire body completely deformed, people in the air has been hiccups!
Wang Dust laughed out loud and chased after him.
He caught the falling body and skillfully wiped down the storage bag.
After collecting the corpse, his footsteps did not stop, and he went off into the distance!
The nearby passersby and farmers were all stunned.
The bloodshed happened too quickly, and everyone was unprepared.
Including another Spirit Plant Hall disciple who had just woken up.
They heard a bold voice coming from far away.
“In my life, I did not cultivate good fruits, but only loved to kill and set fire. Suddenly, I opened the golden shackles, and here I tore off the jade locks. Huh! Tide letters come on the Qiantang River, today I realize I am me!”
A poem of great enlightenment to break the earthly boundaries, chanting out is to get out of bondage, heaven and earth to let the meaning of vertical and horizontal!
“The murderer is Lu Zhishen of Liangshan Temple!”
These were the last words people heard.