I only heard Wang Zixuan say in a low voice: "Why do you want to say that you are taking the elevator when you stand in the elevator? Why does the sun bask me and ask me to bask in the sun?"

"Why is the toilet called a toilet when it is for people? Why is the cucumber green? Why is a fire not called a fire extinguishing and a fire is called a firefight? Why?"

Long Po's lips trembled, so she couldn't hold back her internal injuries, what are the problems?

"Yo, there's a fish on the hook!" Wang Zixuan stood up and pulled the fishing rod violently, and a huge Siamese carp more than a meter long jumped up alive, but it was crashing into Long Po Li.

Long Po Li instinctively slapped his palm on the head of the fish, and the Siamese carp suddenly whined, fluttered its tail twice on the grass, and no longer moved.

"The five precepts of Buddhism, one is not happy to kill, you have no Buddha heart!" Wang Zixuan pointed at Long Po Li and reprimanded sharply.

Long Poli was shocked by Wang Zixuan's fingers.

"You fished him up!" he retorted with a gloomy face.

Wang Zixuan said regretfully: "The fish I caught have been released, many people have seen it, facts speak louder than words, you help to abuse, your hands are bloody, you will go to hell!"

Unexpectedly broke his Buddha's heart, Long Poli's face turned black, and the yellow monk's robe swayed, revealing the strength of the Qi Realm!

Seeing that he had murderous intentions in his eyes, Wang Zixuan hugged his shoulders and looked at him: "You are guilty of nothingness, but you have no mercy but murderous intentions, you are already in hell!"

Long Po Li was annoyed in her heart, and folded her hands expressionlessly and said: "Donor, the sea of bitterness is boundless, and turning back is the shore!"

The four yellow-robed monks sitting in all directions heard the secret words of their hands, and suddenly stood up, their eyes shimmering, and the chanting suddenly became louder, and a large piece of golden light was released from their bodies.

They took off their half-shoulder monk's robes, propped their fists inward, and with a loud shout, their shirtless and muscular upper bodies were dyed with a layer of faint gold, like a golden-bodied Arhat, and the momentum was compelling.

"This is?!" Wang Zixuan exclaimed.

Long Po folded her hands and said: "The four junior disciples are the protectors of my temple, although the Jinzhong body protection can only last for a quarter of an hour, it is extremely powerful during this time, and the donor will not look back?"

"Mimi is so big, this is grateai?!" Wang Zixuan rubbed his chin and suddenly said in surprise.

Long Po flashed his waist, he couldn't bear it anymore, and shouted angrily: "Fu Demon!"

Wang Zixuan was not in a hurry, raised his hand to take the Sanqing Emperor Bell from the branch and tied it to his waist, the jingle bell sounded pleasantly, and the Western tourists and the four golden monks fishing in the distance disappeared in an instant, and the huge Siamese carp on the grass became a big log.

It turned out to be a phantom array!

……

Baita Zhuo Si Nalan Temple.

Recently, the temple has been renovated, and the streets that are usually busy with traffic are silent, and there is no one in sight.

Inside the phantom array was a completely different scene.

Inside and outside the temple, the sound of killing shook the sky, and hundreds of people were catching and fighting.

The grass in the temple was littered with corpses, blood flowed like a small river, and the sky and ground were also covered with strange Gu worms and all kinds of poisonous smoke.

Li Zhaotian walked slowly with a group of people sneering, and the ghost king De covered his arms and was constantly forced back with a group of people.

There were still many people in the courtyard who were stubbornly resisting, fighting against the wizards and warlocks on their side.

"Old Demon He, get out of here, will it only send these wastes to death!" Li Zhaotian shouted.

"I'm fighting with you!" Ghost Wang De was angry and pounced.

Li Zhaotian slapped his palm on his chest casually, and the ghost king Defei fell three feet away, hit the wall and rolled down, spurting out a mouthful of blood, pointing at Li Zhaotian, and fell to the ground with an unwilling face, dying of anger.

"Li Mengzhu is so strong! This most difficult head lowering master kills ...... with one move" Everyone was amazed and their morale was greatly boosted.

Slightly surprised, he glanced at the palm of his hand, he had become so powerful!? Li Zhaotian looked up to the sky and laughed wildly, he forgot for a moment that now he was already a great master of the Qi Concentration Realm!

With a wave of his hand, he threw out a stack of red talismans and flew away:

"Fixed! Determined, determined......"

In the temple grounds, a warrior monk named Bai Ta Zhuo Si Nalan Monastery and the white-clothed Venerable Azan were enshrined.

Although it was only a few seconds, it was enough for their opponent to kill him, and Li Zhaotian was unruly and invincible, and more and more people got rid of his opponent and joined the team behind him.

After fixing the qi realm, the power of his fixation spell increased greatly, and the pinch mantra could almost be omitted, of course, if you want to enhance the power of the talisman, you also need to pinch the mantra.

He Guozhang's face in the wing room was extremely gloomy, and the air above the seven old men behind him was thick, and they were at the critical juncture of breaking through the Qi Concentration Realm.

……

On the shore, four monks dyed in golden light fought with the phantom shadows of the four divine beasts.

Dragons roared and tigers roared and shouted angrily.

But there was silence in the array.

Wang Zixuan smiled faintly: "Fight with me, let's say, do you want to die, or don't you want to live?"

Long Po's eyes were cold, the first strike was strong, he recited the scriptures in his mouth, and his palm instantly seemed to be plated with a layer of golden light, and he stepped on it with a bang, and suddenly slapped his palm towards Wang Zixuan.

But seeing Wang Zixuan's right hand pointing at the sword, his left hand was wrong, "Click!" Like the sound of a bullet on a pistol, he met Long Po Li's palm, and shouted in his mouth: "Martial arts and calm!"

Long Po's body trembled.

"Jing Wu Dingqi?" What spell, he felt the cramp pain in his right arm, and he retreated sharply in horror.

The four monks broke through the phantom array and rushed towards Wang Zixuan with hideous faces.

"Click!" Wang Zixuan loaded the bullet, and the "pistol" aimed at the four people, "Bang! bang! bang......" With his ventriloquist cooperation, it seems that there is really a gun in his hand.

The strange thing is that the four yellow-robed monks trembled as if they had really been shot, and they hurriedly stepped back to check their bodies, but they did not find any wounds.

Long Po Li's face became more and more solemn.

Wang Zixuan said with a meaningful smile: "As long as you are dragged here, Li Zhaotian will have no obstacles, and He Guozhang will definitely die!"

"What! Divert the tiger from the mountain!?" Long Po Li was shocked in her heart.

"You have underestimated a feng shui master! Today you are fortunate to see the ancestral formation of the Xie family, the Feng Shui Hammer Dragon Array!" Wang Zixuan closed his eyes, pointed to the sky with his left hand and the ground with his right, put on a mysterious posture, and recited a mantra in his mouth: "Mother Earth, fooling you...... Haste as a law!"

A high-pitched dragon groan rang out.

The feng shui array that Xie Hongchen hammered to kill Emperor Jiaqing? Long Po was shocked in her heart.

"He's proficient in formations, let's go!" Long Po turned and ran, and the staff on the ground didn't have time to pick it up.

Four monks also hurried to follow.

Watching their figures disappear at the foot of the mountain, Wang Zixuan's hands quickly changed and calculated, and the movements in his hands suddenly stopped: "The killing has come, and it is impossible to escape death!"

I don't know how long, to make sure that Wang Zixuan didn't chase after them, Long Poli and they stopped in front of a forest.

"Senior brother, why are we running away?" said a yellow-robed monk dissatisfied.

"We've been spelled!" said Long Po in a deep voice.

"I've checked, we're not hurt, he's bluffing!" said a yellow-robed monk, looking left and right to see no one, and it was convenient to go under the tree to untie his trousers.

Long Po Li was dissatisfied in his heart, and was about to open his mouth to scold, but the next moment his face changed greatly, and he saw that the curved waterline in front of his junior brother was actually red, and he was urinating blood!