The old nun's voice was like a vigorous bell, pushing the atmosphere of the scene to a cusp.

Da Jue didn't even open his eyes, he just said lightly: "It's useless, the demon pestle is no longer in the Two Zen Temple!"

"Don't talk nonsense, if you wait any longer, the whole wound will be burned!" The great monk of Kiyomizu Temple frowned, and he felt as if he had been pushed to the limit, and threw the so-called monks out of the clouds.

Tang Ming narrowed his eyes and quietly walked behind the Seventh Uncle, always feeling that the things in front of him were becoming more and more complicated, but he didn't have much affection for the so-called sad earth, compared to the great to save himself from falling into the quagmire, it was better to be alone, at least in the sadness, he still needed to collect more information about winning demons, as well as the disappeared companions.

After thinking about it for a while, he whispered to the seventh uncle: "Pay attention to the third uncle, he knows far more than we have heard. ”

The Seventh Master looked back at Tang Ming with a puzzled look on his face.

But when he saw the firm look on Tang Ming's face, he immediately nodded, and his eyes fell on the third uncle, and the surging aura on his body was covered, quietly pressing on the third uncle's body, in this way, the third uncle's words and deeds are in the hands of the seventh uncle, but as long as the third uncle has the slightest abnormality, Tang Ming and the seventh uncle can also take action immediately, and immediately subdue it.

At this time, outside the two Zen temples, only three thousand meters away, a group of monks dressed in black swaggered through the city and rushed to the two Zen temples not far away.

Just a dark night suit, a veil that does not completely cover the face, forgets the greatness of life carried by the blessings of a thousand years.

One by one, they all drew their bright broadswords from their hands, and the golden light of merit that was waved out would make a move to destroy human nature.

The dust that was driven by the speeding was filled with the smell of blood and killing.

"Rush into the two Zen temples, besiege the golden dome, and get the demon pestle, we just need to descend the demon pestle, remember not to hurt people's lives!" The masked man who took the lead roared, waving the blade in his hand to bring up a series of black hollows around him, and he was actually a powerhouse of the Huading Realm.

However, the main combat power in the two Zen temples has already left the temple, and the strongest remaining combat power belongs to the eighteen Arhats in the two Zen temples.

Hearing that there was movement at the main gate of the two Zen temples, the Arhat suddenly flew out from the two Zen temples, and in a blink of an eye, he arrived in front of the main entrance of the two Zen temples, and each of them was wrapped with dazzling merit light, showing the shape of a pyramid, standing in three lines.

"Defend the two temples!" "Senior brother, roared angrily.

At this time, the golden merit light on the eighteen Arhats was all fused together, forming a huge golden bell in front of the two Zen temples, and the golden bell was wrapped around a circle of golden runes, this golden rune was actually the same as the golden runes on the ground of the two Zen temples, according to the golden runes used to stabilize the ground.

"It's the Golden Bell Jar, be careful!" the eldest brother in the lead roared, and everyone's steps to rush forward paused, at this time there was only a distance of two hundred meters from the two Zen Temples, however, even at such a long distance, the Golden Bell could still be felt

The surging aura exuded from the hood, that feeling, like stretching your hands into the cold water, with a hint of refreshing meaning.

More than 300 people came and went, and were scolded by the action of the leading brother, and no half of them dared to take half a step forward, but the eyes of the leading brother became sharp, like an eagle falcon, he glanced up and down at the golden talisman on the golden bell jar, and then took a step back, stepped on the ground with his right foot on the south star, and then hit the Orion belt with three stars, and the three runes shone with each other, as if they were the widows who fell to the ground above the stars.

At this time, the three stars under the Orion belt and the three runes stepped on by the man directly below corresponded to each other, and the light refracted was dazzling.

The eyes of the senior brother at the top of the golden bell jar shrank for a moment, and then he said coldly: "Oh no, that's the means of Kiyomizu Temple." ”

"The shining stars, the power of piety, shine on my body, reflect my power!"

The eyes of the leading brother were extremely sharp at this moment, and he roared while stretching out his finger to point at the void in front of the golden bell jar.

Suddenly, a surge of energy wrapped around the finger that was pointed. Just by pointing out a finger, it is a galaxy about three meters wide, and the edge of this galaxy drives an unfathomable dark void, and the destructive power of the powerhouse of the Ding Realm is terrifying!

Sou!

I only heard a sharp sound of breaking wind, and then the galaxy was dotted on the huge golden bell jar condensed by the eighteen Arhats, and in an instant, the seemingly heavy golden bell jar was splashed up one after another.

At the same time, the faces of the eighteen Arhats turned pale in an instant: "Senior brother!"

The eighteen Arhats, who were a little less powerful, were only seven Heavenly Profound Strengths, and such a powerful attack suddenly attacked, it was really like smashing ten mountains on their heads, and the heavy pressure was really overwhelming.

"Hold on!" Senior Brother gritted his teeth for a while, the strength of this Arhat Formation is not to see the strength of the strongest person, but to see the strength of the weakest monk, just like a bucket, if there is a bucket that can't hold up and break, then the entire bucket will be useless, and the golden bell jar will become a rotten dress in an instant.

"Xuantian, time is running out, if we can't break the golden bell jar, we will not be able to escape death, you must know that now, the whole sadness, the whole future has been grasped in our hands. Beside the leading eldest brother named Xuantian, a man with a rough voice immediately yelled.

...... This battle can only be successful, not lost!

Xuantian's eyes trembled, and then he was dyed with a bit of madness and distortion: "Shoot together, regardless of life and death, even if it is the two Zen temples, it can't stop us from living." ”

The three hundred monks shouted, "For our future!"

Immediately, the colorful star stones, the light of merit, and all kinds of Dao Sect spells pressed towards the golden bell jar.

"Shatter, the world needs to change!" they roared, and finally, all sorts of attacks smashed down on the Golden Bell Jar.

The originally thick golden bell jar appeared one after another ripples in an instant, and at this time, many ripples spread out and became entangled with each other.

It's just in the blink of an eye, that

A tiny crack began to appear on the golden bell jar.

"Xingshi, it is the means of the Seven Star Temple, and also, the Splitting Jumping Technique, that is the means of immeasurable view, they are all monks in the Great Sect of Sadness!" Senior Brother roared miserably, and his eyes turned blood red in the blink of an eye.

He roared loudly: "Why, we are also cultivators of Buddha and Taoism, why did we come to attack my two Zen temples today?"

"Get out of the way, you can't keep the two Zen temples today!" Xuantian sighed, how could he be willing to see that the people who used to be in the same way back then were now the result of fighting each other.

The junior brother with the worst strength was already close to a coma, and his dry lips looked at it and gently pursed it, but what came out was the smell of blood: "Ahem, cough, big, senior brother, I can't hold it anymore!"

Senior Brother frowned, and then let out a long breath: "That is, let's fall together with the two Zen Temples!"

Following the eighteen Arhats falling to the ground one after another, each time they fell a golden bell jar, the light on the top of the golden bell jar would dim by two points, and at the same time, the pressure on the senior brother would increase by two points.

At this moment, all the pressure was gathered on the senior brother, but the senior brother laughed: "The two Zen temples, the demon pestle, you will never find the demon pestle!"

As he spoke, the light on the golden bell jar dimmed completely, and in the end, the galaxy shrouded the senior brother's body in a way that was not fancy or fancy.

The flames above the galaxy burned the elder brother's clothes in just an instant. Subsequently, the light of merit on the senior brother's body was also annihilated bit by bit in the midst of many attacks.

His skin began to dry out, and cracks appeared, and blood continued to fall on the cracks, and the senior brother at this time was like a bloody man, struggling to wander out of the endless blood.

It's terrifying.

"The two Zen temples will not be annihilated, and the sadness will not admit defeat!" After speaking, those various energy situations came from all directions, and once again smashed on the senior brother very thoroughly.

In particular, Xuantian's galaxy directly pierced through the body of the senior brother, and the gates of the two Zen temples behind him were punched into a hole the size of a grinding plate.

The elder brother collapsed in a pool of blood, the gold dust and blood on his body mixed into a piece of at least three hundred hideous, twisted wounds on his body, but he was smiling.

...... I said Abbot, sad, sad, will not perish!

In this last moment, the elder brother's mind was the kind face of the abbot.

In the dark, it seemed that the palm of Dajue touched the head of the senior brother again, and told the senior brother kindly and gently: "Sadness will not perish, and the sadness that carries our thousand-year history will not perish!"

...... Rushing into the two Zen temples, we, we want to live!

Xuantian roared, stepped on the blood left by the eighteen Arhats, and rushed into the two temples like crazy.

The raging aura will knock down the courtyard wall of the two Zen temples in a blink of an eye, decades of practicing Buddhism, cultivating the Tao, but after all, defeated by the weight of life, at this moment, the two Zen temples in the smoke of gunpowder, like purgatory on earth!