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Chapter 157 Inspire A Powerful Spiritual Consciousness

Zhang Chen looked at the empty temple in front of him,

The consciousness unfolded and easily covered the entire Tofuku Temple.

Zhang Chen looked inside at the Nascent Soul who had grown a lot bigger in his body,

Feeling the incomparably powerful spiritual consciousness,

Previously, Zhang Chen's spiritual observation was like looking at flowers in a fog,

Even if it is near, there is a kind of unreal feeling of the moon in the mirror,

It's not as good as at this moment, the size of Dongfu Temple's 800 mu of land,

Collecting everything in his eyes, it seems that the top and bottom of Dongfu Temple are in Zhang Chen's mind,

It was extremely clear, as if the gods were inspecting their own kingdom of God.

Zhang Chen felt that the maximum range of his spiritual consciousness was roughly 10,000 meters away.

Zhang Chen suddenly found something painted around Dongfu Temple,

Without unnecessary movements, Fenghou Qimen directly transported himself to the side of those traces.

Zhang Chen looked at the ghostly red marks in front of him,

It is very similar to the talismans of Taoism, it should be a huge formation,

The pen and ink used to paint the array is also very extraordinary,

Among them are the blood of spirit beasts, very old treasures of heaven and earth,

There is also the breath of human corpses.

Thanks to Zhang Chen's powerful spiritual sense, he can easily distinguish the ingredients

Zhang Chen didn't expect Dongpu's methods to be so evil,

To use the same kind of corpses is no different from Huaxia Demonic Dao.

Zhang Chen climbed up and looked far away, looking at the Dongfu Temple under his feet,

Looking at it, I found that the backyard of Dongfu Temple was full of resentment,

It was Fenghou Qimen again, and Zhang Chen came to the backyard.

Opening the wooden door, a strong smell of blood came,

Zhang Chen looked at the corpses all over the floor, looked at the blood, he should have died last night,

They all wore monk's robes,

His bald head was stained with his own or someone else's blood.

Zhang Chen swept his consciousness, and there were no lucky ones who survived.

You can only turn around and exit, leaving the word five consecutive fireballs.

Under Zhang Chen's flames, the entire backyard burst into flames,

Compared with before, the flame eyes are much darker in color,

The temperature is no longer as hot as before, Zhang Chen looked at the abnormal flame,

Can't help but think back to Yi Xieyue's black flame,

If he has such a powerful flame, his strength should be greatly improved.

In front of the gate of Dongfuji Temple, everyone looked at the billowing black smoke rising from behind,

Seeing Zhang Chen suddenly appear again,

No one asked more questions, and everyone followed Zhang Chen down the mountain.

In Inari Shrine, in front of a wooden table,

Kneeling a middle-aged man wearing a long-sleeved robe,

On the chest of his robe was embroidered a round fan symbol,

His originally closed eyes suddenly opened,

Then a scream came from his mouth,

Holding his painful head with both hands,

Yelling and yelling, blood gurgles on the top of his head, flows through his eyes,

Flowing down the bridge of his nose, dripping down his cheeks onto the gorgeous robe.

The servant who heard the sound broke open the closed door,

Seeing the ferocious face of Shangshan Patriarch lying on the ground with his eyes rolled white,

Take out various paste-like objects and apply them on Shangshan Hiroki's eyebrows,

And put a few pills in his gaping mouth,

After pouring some water again (okay), the person holding the medical kit said to the people behind him:

"" Go to inform Lord Musashi that the scriptures in the Buddhist altar of Shangqi family leader have been cracked "false."

When the man left quickly, he looked at the table in front of Uesugi Hiroki,

Put this pair of eyeballs on it, the blood stains on it are still bright,

Behind the eyeballs is a small dark golden censer,

Behind the incense burner is a long irregular object wrapped in white juan cloth,

A trickle of blood flowed from the white cloth. .