Suddenly, at the gate of the mountain, another huge palm rose up.

This palm does not have any bloody breath, but it gives people a feeling of peace and tranquility.

Its size spreads out and is already 100 palms away.

Ye Lingtian's sword qi fell, and the grasping momentum of his palm seemed to be extremely slow, but it was actually extremely fast.

It is light and dexterous, and has grasped the knife in the palm of its hand.

"Boy, how arrogant have you been?"

Sanskrit chanting does not stop, rising from the ground.

The light was even more shocking, and under the palm of a hundred zhang, the light of a thousand palms gathered the golden Buddha and rose completely.

The faster the Sanskrit is sung, the faster the golden Buddha will rise.

Ye Lingtian smiled.

The palm of his fingers pressed lightly, and thousands of jun lifted his strength, and fell from the air again.

Originally, the Sanskrit sound was Dao, but in an instant, the so-called Sanskrit sound was completely shattered and turned into a ghost crying god.

The golden light was restrained, and the golden Buddha statue immediately became gray.

The golden light peeled off, as if it were a film that had been completely severed.

A large, blood-colored skeleton emerged from its epidermis.

The sound of the Devil Crying God is filled with countless horrors.

The huge skeleton, as if it had a sentient being, found itself in a disguise torn apart, and immediately became extremely nervous.

It tries to turn and flee.

The knife intent that still trembles in the air, the fall of the brush.

Huge blood-colored skeletons, half-mid from the middle.

The skeleton is torn apart, and finally the metacarpal bones, phalanges, and femurs fly everywhere, and the scene is messy and ugly.

Under the sword intent, even the mountain gate of the monk's temple has been cracked, and there is nothing else.

The old monk, along with a group of young monks, had already knelt on the ground.

It's nothing more than a trembling body.

Ye Lingtian occupied the air, for these monks, he was no different from the Killing God.

"Guru spare your life!"

Under the leadership of the old monk, a group of monks begged for mercy.

"I have something to ask. ”

Ye Lingtian spoke lightly.

"Guru, please speak...... I'll know everything!"

Under the pleading of a group of monks, Ye Lingtian's expression was indifferent, but he jumped towards the temple.

Then, a group of monks looked at each other.

No one dared to have the heart to escape, so they had to follow Ye Lingtian closely and enter the temple.

……

"Guru, what we say is true!"

In the Buddha hall, there are still all kinds of pleading.

The current Ye Lingtian does not have the ability to extract consciousness, so he can only rely on his mouth to ask.

Undoubtedly, Phoenix Mountain, this old monk, is the most able to be here.

In this area, there are a total of 480 temples.

And the largest clothing temple is the Temple of Sesei, which is in the city of Sesei.

Temperate the remaining four hundred and eighty monasteries.

The inheritance of these 480 temples is claimed to be left over from the West Heaven.

In this realm, those evil cultivation methods are also transmitted from the temple.

Martial arts are respected, and the laws of the universe are followed.

In the world, in addition to the pursuit of martial arts, living beings must also pursue immortality.

These evil methods can not only allow the temple to occupy the ruling class, but also allow them to live forever.

That's probably what these concepts are.

These monks, all they can know is this, there is nothing Ye Lingtian particularly wants to know.

However, there is one thing that he will deal with, and it won't be long before the monks of the Killing Temple will inspect and go to Phoenix Mountain.

This is the norm for fixation.

"In other words, there is no one here who knows more than the abbot of Seseiji Temple. ”

Ye Lingtian was slightly suspicious.

"The abbot is in front of the master, but the rotten grass fluorescence is compared to the bright moon. ”

The old monk is at the bottom, and the sycophants are shooting well.

Turning into a mortal is different from his practice of suppressing the body, but it is the practice of releasing the realm.

Then go through the process of thousands of people and then recycle it.

After the cultivation is recovered, it is impregnated with countless breaths, which can naturally make the cultivator become more powerful.

This is related to the biological law, the more genetic mutations, the easier it is to resist the invasion of foreign viruses, a reason.

In other words, all of Chen Qiu's cultivation was released in this domain.

However, there is no spiritual breath in this realm.

In other words, Ye Lingtian is about to face her after turning into an ordinary person, she is extremely strong, and she must have a clue.

And now, he has no clue at all.

The slight movement made the breath of the Buddhist temple also vibrate.

Ye Lingtian looked ahead, under the Buddhist temple, in the middle of the town.

A powerful aura of cultivation seems to be converging.

The place where he scanned his eyes was exactly where Chen Qiu was.

His brow furrowed.

Blood intent is rampant, it is the blood of the monk he killed.

They were converging towards Chen Qiu.

He could even clearly sense that when those blood qi gathered, Chen Qiu immediately broke through a shackle.

She has changed from the most ordinary woman to a cultivator, and she is still getting stronger.

In an instant, he understood something.

"I see!"

Ye Lingtian's brows furrowed.

The realm of Buddha and demons has no living beings.

It was because of Chen Qiu's fall that there was a living being.

Her cultivation cannot be stored in the spiritual breath, but it can be stored in all living beings.

"Smash all of these things. ”

After waiting for another moment, Ye Lingtian had already spoken coldly.

A group of monks quickly launched and began to smash the Buddha statues in the temple.

Smoke and dust are billowing everywhere, Buddha statues are shattered, and the entire temple, except for the exterior building, there are no traces of any Buddhist temple.

After smashing all the Buddha statues, the old monk took the other monks and knelt at Ye Lingtian's feet again.

Ye Lingtian smiled and ignored these monks.

He had swept out of the temple and headed for the foot of the mountain.

There are 480 monasteries in this area.

Every monastery, because the monks practiced, used endless evil methods to collect as much bloodline power as possible in this domain.

Therefore, their combat power is relatively strong.

But how do they know?

Their ultimate goal was just to make preparations in advance for the mortal Chen Qiu.

At the moment, Ye Lingtian, he knew that before he cracked Chen Qiuhuafan's cultivation rules, he would not kill rashly.

That was doing Chen Qiu a favor.

In the mountains, a mother and daughter are fleeing for their lives.

In this realm, if they offend the Buddhist temple, they offend everything.

Not to mention, they already know now that Buddhist temples are the biggest source of evil.

Ahead, a ferocious beast had stepped out from behind the boulder, and it looked like a cat, but it was actually much larger than a cat.

It seems to be tame, but the salivation in the mouth has already explained its ferocity.

Rumble!

The giant beast leaped up and descended into the air, immediately devouring a mother and daughter.

The two mothers and daughters were scared half to death, and they didn't even have a chance to scream.

Sou!

When the beast was in mid-air, it had been pierced and fell to the ground, with blood stains everywhere.

Ye Lingtian fell from the sky and stood in front of the two of them.

"Are you alright?"

"The monk of Phoenix Mountain, I don't dare to do anything to you now. ”

Facing the surprised eyes of Chen Qiu's mother and daughter, Ye Lingtian smiled and said.