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Zhao Congxin's expression changed drastically, and he retreated while shouting loudly.

"Fellow Daoist, please help me eliminate my inner demons!"

Without hesitation, the people in the hall unleashed their most powerful skills. In an instant, magic swords, talismans, five-colored lightning, yin winds, ghost generals... all sorts of attacks rushed towards Qingyan.

The green flames dispersed, and the dragon head disappeared along with them.

Taking advantage of the situation, Zhao Kongxing stepped forward, his longsword slicing through the air, leaving behind a dazzling white arc of electricity.

"opened!"

He roared and used all his strength to chop at the metal. With a "crack," the metal was cut in two.

When

The sound of metal clashing came from the red metal, and a crack appeared. Zhao Kongxin's face lit up with joy, and he moved his longsword and slashed down again.

"You're asking for it."

An angry voice resounded in everyone's hearts. The next second, everyone's eyes turned a sinister green, their pupils opened, and a small yellow halo appeared. It was the will of fear received from the Parallax Monster. The fear transformed into a seed, took root and sprouted in the core, and grew at an unimaginable speed, instantly growing into a tall tree.

Everyone was stunned, sitting there frozen, unable to move.

Zhao Congxin bit his tongue, forcing himself to calm down.

"Guard your heart and never succumb to the devil's manipulation."

Several highly qualified Taoist priests silently cast spells, trying their best to overcome their fear. The other disciples were not so lucky: some were tearing at their clothes with screams, while others held their heads with trembling hands. Their psychological defenses were constantly being destroyed by fear. As a result, even if they survived, they would be ruined.

Zhang Ruochen's heart was bleeding. After all, these disciples were the pillars of the Taoist temple. If they perished here, the White Cloud Temple would be finished.

Fortunately, the fear only lasted for thirty seconds before it vanished. The green flames shrank and returned to metal, and a cold voice echoed in everyone's minds: "My God!"

Don't contact me again.

Zhao Congxin and the other old Taoist priests looked at each other, their eyes revealing surprise.

Given the power exhibited by this metal, it could have easily killed someone, but it didn't, so it must be something else.

The disciples were exhausted, and some of them had frozen and dazed expressions, clearly not yet recovered from the fear they had felt earlier when Qi Jiguang appeared.

Zhang Ruochen dared not let them stay any longer and hurriedly ordered someone to lead them out of the hall.

Zhao Congxin put the wooden sword aside, his expression becoming somewhat serious, just a little, and his eyes turned to the side.

"Senior Han, what do you think?"

It's not good to talk about this.

Han Lin shook his head silently, somewhat bewildered.

Based on their understanding, they would naturally think that the meteorite that killed many people was a demon, but it was clearly not.

Hidden within the metal is a soul, still human.

Zhao Congxin was also undecided, so he simply passed the problem on to the original owner.

"Senior Brother Zhang, you should make the decision yourself!"

Zhang Ruochen smiled bitterly: What decision could he possibly make? After all, anyone with a keen eye could see that none of the people present could possibly be a match for this person. Forcibly eliminating the demon would inevitably cause more casualties.

Just because he was willing to go through fire and water for his brother doesn't mean others would do the same.

After a moment of silence, Zhang Ruochen said helplessly.

"Put it under the Five Elements Stele for now, and I'll try to contact my master. Everything depends on him."

Han Lin stroked his beard and smiled with satisfaction, "Perhaps Master Yunshan can destroy this demon."

Zhao Congxin put the sword box aside.

"In that case, let's go."

As soon as he finished speaking, he left the main hall with the other old Taoist priests.

After seeing everyone off, Zhang Ruochen returned to the main hall and looked at the metal in the wooden box, so he couldn't help but sigh.

I shouldn't have brought you back.

Inside a high-end hotel in the capital of Hubei Province.

The three people possessing Xu Fu's body suddenly called Linda into the room, took out a provincial and municipal map, and drew a circle in the southwest.

The main part is here.

The district encompasses four prefecture-level cities and several mountainous areas, stretching nearly 200 kilometers from east to west.

· ·Requesting flowers····· ······

Can you pinpoint the exact location?

"If he wakes up again, we can pinpoint his location, but not now."

Linda nodded, her enthusiasm barely concealed. Her long-term efforts had finally paid off, and her gaze towards San softened considerably.

"What happened in there?"

Number Three said in a deep voice, "What Eighth Brother means is to launch a search targeting superhumans and gradually narrow down the search area."

"Transcendental?"

Linda was stunned and confused.

Number Three explained, "Dragon Country is different from the United States. It has an advanced system for cultivating extraordinary individuals. The Lingxu Sect, where the old beggar belongs, is one of them. Different sects possess different abilities. Some are good at internal energy cultivation, while others are good at Taoist magic. Internal energy cultivation can injure people, while Taoist magic can exorcise ghosts."

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“We need to find the Taoist clans in this area first, and then consider the others,” Terry said suddenly, as if remembering something.

Did that old beggar say anything to you?

"what would you like?"

Number Three sneered: "There's always a reason why someone is pitiful. The old man teaching you the Tiger Demon Scripture might not be out of kindness."

Linda was furious.

"You'd better take care of yourself!"

The next day, the sun was shining brightly.

After the routine meeting ended, Xu Fu and Linda quietly left the hotel and flew southwest.

If you were to ask what the most famous Taoist temple in the lake district is, it would undoubtedly be Baiyun Temple.

Their goal was Qingyun Mountain.

Due to the mountain's enclosed nature, Qingyun Mountain appeared rather deserted compared to before. Two disheveled people climbed up the steps, passing through more than three hundred steps, and found themselves in front of a rather large wooden door.

The young ascetic at the door stepped forward and said

"The Taoist temple is closed today and does not accept tourists. Please come another day."

Old Eleven laughed and said, "Look, my friend came all the way from out of town because he admires the reputation of Qingyun Temple. He traveled all the way from the United States, but you drove us away without any explanation. Isn't that a bit too much?"

The young Taoist priest was somewhat embarrassed. It wasn't that he hadn't noticed Linda's expression, but his uncle had given a strict order, and he dared not disobey.

"Sorry, guys, I really can't today."

The eleventh son was not happy, and

"No way, no way, not even a reason. Is this how Baiyun Temple treats its guests? Believe me or not, I'll complain to the embassy." - Yi

Chapter 1414 Secret Game

Inside a building in the eastern part of Magic City, unknown to outsiders.

After speaking with Zhang Ruochen, Dai Yunkai returned to his office.

There were six people standing in the office, four men and two women, the oldest being nearly fifty years old and the youngest about twenty.

After taking a sip of herbal tea, Dai Yunkai, feeling dizzy, not only rubbed his forehead but also turned his gaze to the young man sitting on the far right.

"Has the situation in Yunnan and Guizhou been investigated thoroughly?"

The young man took out the fragments and placed them on the table: "I counted them. There were a total of 287 villagers involved. Just as Zhang the Taoist priest described, all of them had their souls extracted. In addition, there were several hundred goats and a small number of livestock."

"Agricultural experts tested the land within a 20-mile radius and the results were terrible: a large number of insects, birds and microorganisms in the soil died, and no crops could be grown for at least five years."

As soon as he finished speaking, the others in room "860" gasped in shock.

"Is he the devil? How could a person do such a thing?"

Qi Jianqiu, the oldest student in the class, said coldly, "Young Master Xiao from Haibin City is indeed hiding a terrifying power that no one knows about."

"What did Zhang Ruochen say?"

Dai Yun opened his teacup: "The other party offered a compensation plan to build 150 free schools in the Yunnan-Guizhou region, equipped with the best educational facilities, and to invest five billion US dollars in the area."

The young man said angrily, "He's thinking too simply. Nearly three hundred innocent villagers died at his hands, and he wants to pay off his debts with money? What kind of place does he think this is?"

The young man's name is Lin Kun. He is thirty-five years old and is an upright person who doesn't tolerate injustice, which is why he was assigned to handle this special case.

Compared to the righteous indignation of the young people, the others remained somewhat silent; Dai Yunkai lit a cigarette, took a long drag, and...

"Director Lin, what do you plan to do?"