"The altar is not open to the public today, you go!" Another young man in black robe waved his hand coldly and said without leaving any room. "Damn! Why don't you leave the door open even if it's not open? What do you mean? I'm not far away.

Is it easy to come here thousands of miles away to worship God? If you say no, you won't be allowed in?" Liu Boyang also got into a fight with them, acting like an arrogant and domineering second generation ancestor, and spoke loudly to them.

The young man in black robe with the scar on his face was furious. He pointed at Liu Boyang's nose and said, "How dare you speak rudely in front of the altar? Are you tired of living?" As he said this, the guy even rolled up his sleeves.

He looked like he wanted to take action.

At the critical moment, the man in black robe next to him caught him in time and shouted: "Junior brother, don't mess around!" Then he walked up to the front and said: "I have made it very clear to you two.

The altar is not open to the public today, I don’t care where you are from, please leave immediately!”

"Fuck you, mother, I have never seen anyone speak so arrogantly in my life, especially a monk! Are you two door gods? I owe you? Who are you showing such a stinky face to?!

Let me tell you, if you don't let me in today, I have to go in!" Liu Boyang said angrily, and walked inside with his head held high.

The young man in black robe with the scar on his face finally couldn't bear it any longer. He pushed Liu Boyang back with a palm and said angrily: "You don't know whether to live or die. Are you going to drink the wine as a penalty?"

"Hey, I'm so stupid!" Liu Boyang said with an innocent look on his face, "Are you two so idle? Are you going to have trouble with me today? Besides, I'm here to see the Holy Mother and King Ming today, not

I came to see you, why are you blocking the door? Can you replace the wishes of the Holy Mother and King Ming?"

"What a joke! We are the attendants guarding the altar, and of course we can represent the will of the Holy Mother and King Ming. I advise you not to be ignorant again, otherwise we will be really rude to you!" The young man in black robe who is the senior brother said coldly.

"Oh, I understand, oh, are Prince Ming and the Holy Mother making love inside at the moment? So it's not convenient to see people?" Liu Boyang touched his chin seriously and speculated.

"You're looking for death!!" The guy in black robe with the scar on his face finally couldn't bear it any longer. He waved his sleeves, whipped up a gust of wind, and suddenly thrust out two fingers, thrust them straight into Liu Boyang's eyes. At the critical moment, Liu Boyang didn't even move.

He moved, stretched out a palm in front of his face, and firmly caught the opponent's two fingers.

In an instant, time froze, and the two young men in black robes were stunned. They finally realized that this rude young man was actually a hidden practitioner!

"As a monk, you actually laid such a heavy hand on me. I think you don't want this hand anymore!" Liu Boyang said with a sneer, then he grabbed the two fingers of the scarred young man with his backhand and broke them with force.

The sound of broken bones sounded, and the young man with the scar screamed and retreated, his face turned pale in pain!

At the same time, the senior brother standing next to the scarred young man wanted to take action, but Tu Xiong had already rushed forward and punched the senior brother in the face. The bridge of his nose was collapsed on the spot, and the senior brother's face was covered with blood.

, and fell down.

"I want to see what shameful things you are doing in this ghost altar. The sky is so white that you dare not see anyone!" Liu Boyang sneered and strode into the main hall with his hands behind his back.

Regardless of the severe pain from his broken finger, the young man with the scar gritted his teeth and tried to rush forward. As a result, Liu Boyang kicked him to the main door of the hall, knocking the door over before he fell down. He died on the spot.

As soon as Liu Boyang entered the door, at least thirty young men in black robes rushed over from the main hall. They glared at the two guys who fell on the ground, and then surrounded Liu Boyang and Tu Xiong. One of the leaders shouted loudly.

He said in a voice: "These two boys dare to break into the altar without permission and injure my junior brother. Come on!"

As soon as he finished speaking, more than thirty brothers around him took action at the same time, turning into black shadows and attacking Liu Boyang. However, their offensive was not enough for Liu Boyang. Even their defensive masters were no match for Liu Boyang. They

What is it for?

He didn't see Liu Boyang's movements. When the first young man in black robe kicked Liu Boyang in the face, it passed through Liu Boyang's face strangely. He suddenly realized that this was not Liu Boyang's real body, but Liu Boyang's.

The afterimage left by the high-speed movement, and then, his ankle was firmly grasped by Liu Boyang who appeared on the other side. Liu Boyang smiled contemptuously, grabbed his ankle and used his whole body as a weapon, and thrust his whole body around.

Sweeping, a large number of people were swept away immediately. Liu Boyang suddenly let go when he was halfway through the swing. The unlucky guy flew back like a cannonball, just knocking over the senior brother who was shouting the most fiercely. The two of them fell down together.

Far.

Looking at the other side, Tu Xiong has also killed a large number of people. After all, he is also one of the stronger combatants in Liu Boyang's group. He can't deal with these gangsters. There are more than a dozen people lying at his feet, groaning, but they are not dead.

I can't get up either.

"Damn... damn! These two people came prepared. They were looking for trouble from the beginning!" The senior brother covered his chest and got up from the ground with gritted teeth. He said fiercely: "Brothers, hold on.

At one o'clock, I will ring the mountain bell and call all the brothers and uncles here, so that these two crazy disciples will never come back today!"

After saying that, he turned around and ran towards the back hall. If Liu Boyang wanted to stop him, it would be easy, but Liu Boyang didn't. He was hoping that guy would summon all the people. Otherwise, how would He Zhiwei and the others install the bomb?

He sneered as he watched the senior brother disappear into the hall. There were many black-robed young men on the ground struggling to get up and wanted to fight Liu Boyang again, but they were beaten unconscious by Liu Boyang with three punches and two kicks. Liu Boyang and Tu Xiong then

Go all the way through the door and walk to the innermost part of the hall. Two huge statues stand here. The one on the left is the Virgin Mary, and the one on the right is the King of Heavenly Evil. Two five-meter-high evil gods are looking down with big eyes.

Although their eyes show a kind of anger and power, when you look carefully, you can faintly realize that these two evil gods are staring at you and laughing. This feeling is really weird.

There is a tribute table at the feet of the Nether Virgin Mother and the Heavenly Evil King. In addition to being filled with fruits, three sacrifices and other tributes, there is actually a clay blood basin placed in the center of the center of the two red candles. There are two clay blood basins in it.

The babies under one year old, a boy and a girl, were also made of clay, but the shapes were very realistic. Their faces still retained the pain of "dying before death", and they were disemboweled from the neck down, and they were bloody.

An old clay sculpture of a one-eyed weasel squatted next to it, leaning down to lick the "blood" in the basin.

After Liu Boyang read it, his heart trembled. Tu Xiong, who was next to him, furrowed his brows and whispered: "Boss, what kind of cult is this? What does 'weasel licking blood' mean? Xi zang has

A weasel?”

Liu Boyang shook his head and said, "I don't know either. No wonder they had to let us in. Are they performing some kind of ritual?"

Liu Boyang stepped forward with a sullen face, hesitated for a moment, and then stretched out his finger to touch the blood basin. But at this moment, the clay weasel on the tribute table suddenly screamed strangely, and made a "swish" sound.

He turned over and jumped off the tribute table, slipped under the table and disappeared.

Liu Boyang was startled and pulled his hand back violently, but accidentally knocked over the blood basin and dropped it onto the tribute table. What came out of it was no longer mud-like "fake blood", but bright red.
Chapter completed!