Meng Chuan stood in front of him with both arms, and was hit head-on by this hoof, directly turning into a meteor and flying out sideways.

But then, Meng Chuan flew back again, and the momentum was even more ferocious, and he punched the thousand-year-old god yak in the abdomen.

This punch was like detonating a missile on the body of the thousand-year-old god yak, causing it to retreat again and again.

Immediately, this person and a cow attacked and killed each other again, and each had its own dealings.

The battle between one man and one cow, without any bells and whistles, is completely a game of power.

No matter who makes a move, it is enough to move mountains and reclaim the sea, which is staggering.

Even the surrounding peaks couldn't withstand the aftermath of the two's attack, and they exploded one after another, and the place was almost razed to the ground by them.

Between Meng Chuan and the thousand-year-old sacred cow, Meng Chuan found that the thousand-year-old divine yak seemed to be deliberately protecting the temple on his back, and never let his attack fall on the temple behind it.

"Is it your master in the temple?" Meng Chuan suddenly became interested: "He himself didn't come out, but let you be a brute to deal with me, I can't help but look down on people too much!"

"Otherwise, I'll pay him a visit, and you can rest here first. ”

After speaking, Meng Chuan stepped out and stepped on the head of the thousand-year-old god yak.

The power of this kick was even far greater than when they fought before, and it was obvious that Meng Chuan still had spare strength just now.

The thousand-year-old god yak Rao has rough skin and thick meat, and he was also trampled on his two front legs to kneel on the ground, and blood overflowed from his mouth and nose for a while.

Immediately, Meng Chuan flew towards the temple on the back of the ox, wanting to see who was hibernating, if nothing else, most of the Tibetan monk skins were from this person's handwriting.

At this moment, the dilapidated temple suddenly lit up with a golden light, and from it flew out a Tibetan monk covered in golden light.

This person is surrounded by the power of heaven and earth, and in terms of strength, he is already infinitely close to the psychic person.

However, Meng Chuan just glanced at it and found that it was still a human skin, but it had just faded off.

Rao is so, the strength of this human skin should not be much weaker than this thousand-year-old god yak.

It's just that Meng Chuan is interested in wrestling with the thousand-year-old god yak, but he is not interested in fighting with a human skin.

"Don't use this kind of trick to fool you

The seniors in the temple, dare to come out to fight?" Meng Chuan roared, and directly punched out, and the human skin was directly shattered.

However, this human skin still dragged Meng Chuan for a moment, and in this moment, the golden light in the temple rose again, and the thousand-year-old god yak that was originally injured by Meng Chuan suddenly stood up again as if he had forgotten his pain, and his momentum was stronger than before.

Seeing that Meng Chuan was about to enter the temple on his back, the eyes of the thousand-year-old god yak finally turned red, and a strong power of heaven and earth emerged from it, as if it were substance.

"Moo!"

With a roar, the power of heaven and earth exploded, and then it half-bent over to accumulate strength, and then rushed towards Meng Chuan.

"It seems that the strength is stronger than before the injury!" Meng Chuan was slightly stunned, looking at the horns rushing towards him, he immediately crossed his arms and took the trick of the thousand-year-old god yak.

Sure enough, the power of the Millennium God Yak seemed to be stronger than when it fought against him before. This made Meng Chuan wonder, this divine yak was just a thousand-year-old demon after all, and he should not have retained any strength when he fought with him just now.

How could it be that after being seriously injured by himself, its strength increased instead of decreasing? Could it be related to a golden light that flashed in the temple just now?

Speaking of that golden light, it made Meng Chuan feel familiar, which was definitely not an illusion.

This feeling has appeared many times since Meng Chuan entered the Tianchi Forbidden Land.

At the moment when Meng Chuan fell into contemplation, a golden wheel flew out of the temple, which was about the size of an ordinary plate, and the whole body was engraved with Tibetan scriptures. With the blessings of the scriptures, the aura of this golden chakra is extremely faint and almost imperceptible.

Under the cover of the powerful power of heaven and earth of the thousand-year-old god yak, it is even easier for people to ignore.

This golden wheel slashed through a golden light, and suddenly slashed towards Meng Chuan from an extremely tricky angle.

All this was extremely sudden, and before Meng Chuan could react, Jin Lun had already cut off one of his arms, and suddenly, Meng Chuan's blood gushed out!

Meng Chuan's eyes widened, and his body quickly retreated.

"Unexpectedly sneak attack! dignified psychic, don't you even want your face?!" Meng Chuan's face was grim and covered his own

wounds, shouted at the dilapidated temple.

Seeing that Meng Chuan was injured, the golden wheel that slashed at Meng Chuan flew back into the temple.

Immediately, the golden light in the temple was magnificent, and there were frequent visions in the golden light, as if there were gods and Buddhas coming from the sky, and they kept chanting.

And the dilapidated temple, too, also emerged from the grandeur of the previous time when it had not decayed, a golden glow, in stark contrast to the real dilapidated ancient temple below.

In the dilapidated ancient temple, a Tibetan monk was held by a growing and blooming lotus flower, and finally came to the middle of the vision of ten thousand Buddhas chanting, and became one with the figure of the Buddha.

When Meng Chuan saw this vision, he couldn't help but feel funny: "Heh, you are really conceited to the extreme, not only are you insidious and cunning, sneak attacks and hurt people, but you even use your mana to create a vision, and put yourself in the position of the ancestor of all Buddhas." ”

"You're just a psychic person, it's too ridiculous!"

This Tibetan monk looks exactly the same as the Tibetan monk's skin, but there is no wound left by the skin on the back of the head, which is obviously a Buddha-figure.

Moreover, the human skin he has shed off, and the powerful person can also reach the level of infinitely approaching the Psychic Realm, this person has obviously entered the Psychic Realm for many years, and he can be regarded as a powerful Psychic Realm. The real strength is probably much higher than the thousand-year-old god yak under the seat.

"A dignified psychic person, it's really ridiculous, and he only dares to appear after I'm injured!" Meng Chuan smiled, sneering at this psychic person.

This psychic had been in a vision, and only then did he slowly open his eyes and speak: "The hairy boy who has not dried up, even if his strength is no different from that of the psychics, it is not worth my fight. ”

"This forbidden land has been occupied by me, and you disturbed my tranquility, damn it!"

"You're very unreasonable," Meng Chuan smiled: "Or, should I call you Mantuo Living Buddha?"

There was no expression on the psychic man's face, and there was something playful in his tone: "Oh? You actually guessed my identity. ”

Meng Chuan nodded and said: "The Tianchi Forbidden Land is the forbidden land inherited by the Great Temple, and looking at your clothes, it should also be from the Great Temple." ”

"As both a psychic of the Great Temple and a sacred yak as a mount, I really can't figure out who you will be except for the previous Living Buddha Mantuo. ”