Jiang Xiaobai glanced behind him with his residual vision, it turned out to be the Buddha of Puji Temple, who had been injured just now, and the warrior monks around him were dead again, and were embraced by more than thirty rat demons, and the Buddha light shield released from the lotus platform in his hand was finally broken.

In just a breath of time, the Buddha of Puji Temple disappeared into the mouse, and not even a single bone was left, only the dim lotus platform was scattered on the ground, trampled by the rat demon.

"Amitabha!"

The remaining three Buddhas sang the Buddha horn in unison, and their faces were sad.

Jiang Xiaobai has no choice, even if he makes a move, he may not be able to save him, it is better to leave his strength to protect himself, he is not a bad person, the Buddha of Puji Temple has nothing to do with him.

However, seeing that his death was so miserable, a dignified Buddha, the future candidate for the abbot of Puji Temple, was divided by the rat demon like this, Rao is Jiang Xiaobai has experienced so many deaths in the demon training hall, and he still can't help but feel a chill in his heart.

"Get out of here!"

Jiang Xiaobai unleashed more than a dozen sword qi in a row, and finally cleared a narrow path in front of him, and he quickly took the opportunity to jump over.

The warrior monk of Baoguo Temple behind him simply carried Huizheng on his back, and then quickly followed Jiang Xiaobai.

The Buddhas of Huacheng Temple and Foguang Temple also fought, and the vajra and demon-subduing sword in their hands were brilliant, temporarily forcing away the rat demons around them, and then following the pace of Jiang Xiaobai Huizheng in front of them, and rushed into the Daxiong Treasure Hall.

"Squeak!"

Seeing Jiang Xiaobai, they all rushed into the main hall, and the rat demon outside let out a sharp cry, which was even more terrifying and terrifying than the night owl, just like a hundred ghosts crying at night in hell, and the people who listened to it were mad.

However, despite the screams of these rat demons, they did not dare to approach this dilapidated hall of the Great Hero, as if there was something in it that made them fearful.

"Amitabha!" Hui Zheng and the rest of the monks were leaning against the wall, their faces filled with the joy of having escaped death.

Jiang Xiaobai was not easy, just now he was alone in front, and he forcibly opened a path in the rat demon group, and these monks escaped from death.

The mana in his body had been consumed by more than fifty percent, Jiang Xiaobai quickly sat down, took out two magic ores, and began to recover.

Half an hour later, Jiang Xiaobai opened his eyes, the mana in his body had recovered to eighty percent of the peak moment, and he believed that as long as he didn't encounter the rat demon group again, he should be able to deal with it in the next moment.

The three Buddhas and the three warrior monks are still meditating and pranayama, and looking at their appearance, it is difficult to recover in a short period of time.

After the mana was restored, Jiang Xiaobai looked at the hall inside.

In the Daxiong Treasure Hall, there is a Buddha statue that has lost the patent leather, and on the left and right of the Buddha statue, there are two boy statues.

On the tribute table in front of the Buddha statue, there are two smooth plates with missing mouths, and a small copper incense burner.

Two of the three futons in front of the tribute table had completely rotted, Jiang Xiaobai walked over, and with a light touch, they turned into a handful of ashes.

Another green futon woven with some kind of unknown grass has not yet rotted, Jiang Xiaobai sat on it, and suddenly felt a clear mind, obviously with the effect of concentrating and calming the air, although it is not as good as the willow futon given to him by Taishang Laojun, but it can be regarded as a good treasure, which can help monks to stick to their minds when cultivating, resist external demons, and it is difficult to find in the world!

Putting away the green futon, Jiang Xiaobai's eyes were sharp, and he saw a wooden fish that fell under the table, Jiang Xiaobai picked up the wooden fish hammer scattered on the side, and gently knocked on the wooden fish curiously.

"Boom!"

Like the morning bell and dusk drum, the bell is Dalu, and a low and heavy wooden fish sound resounded throughout this world.

Jiang Xiaobai felt that the world around him had lost all sounds, only the sound of the wooden fish remained, and the trace of mental exhaustion caused by urging the Ancient Chaos Decision with all his might just now was also swept away.

Outside the Great Thunder Yin Temple, those squeaky and screaming rat demons heard the sound of the wooden fish, as if they were choked by death, and all the sounds of the rat demons stopped abruptly in an instant, and then quickly fled from the place as if they had found something extremely terrifying.

There were also more than a dozen timid rat demons, who were actually frightened by the sound of wooden fish, and their limbs stiffened, lying on the ground like dead corpses.

"Good stuff, good stuff!"

Jiang Xiaobai even doubted that this wooden fish would be the magic weapon of the ancient Buddha of Canaan, after so many years, it still retains this majesty.

And this kind of Buddha sound seems to be specifically aimed at demon creatures, at least Jiang Xiaobai knocked on that wooden fish, not only did not suffer from the backlash, but got some benefits.

But it's a pity that after Jiang Xiaobai knocked it just now, he found that a crack appeared on this wooden fish, and according to the scale of this crack, this wooden fish can be used seven or eight times at most.

"If this wooden fish is intact, I will praise it, and when the time comes, I will hold it and block those demons on the earth, but unfortunately, what a pity!"

After taking a look, although it can only be used seven or eight times, Jiang Xiaobai still doesn't dislike it, and is ready to put away this wooden fish.

At this moment, Hui Zheng opened his eyes and looked at Jiang Xiaobai's hand.

"Jiang Xian, this thing is a relic of my Buddha Gate Canaan Ancient Buddha, can you give it to me?"

Jiang Xiaobai raised his eyebrows, and said in his heart: Yo hey, I saved your life, and I haven't asked you for payment yet, but you actually set your eyes on the treasure in my hand first.

"Don't talk about it, this treasure is destined for me, and you want me to give it to you, unless you exchange it for a treasure!" Jiang Xiaobai said righteously.

Huizheng showed a look of embarrassment on his face, if he wanted to talk about treasures, he must have them, but they were not as good as this wooden fish, the only one, but it could not be exchanged with Jiang Xiaobai.

"Amitabha, let's stop this matter for the time being, when we leave this place, the little monk will definitely take out the treasure and exchange it with Jiang Offering, I hope Jiang Offering will be properly kept!" Hui Zheng said.

Jiang Xiaobai waved his hand and said, "Okay, then I'll wait for you!"

After sending Huizheng away, Jiang Xiaobai continued to rummage in the hall, but to his displeasure, Huizheng and several other monks were not to be outdone, touching here and knocking there, wanting to snatch food from Jiang Xiaobai's mouth.

"Amitabha, the rosary of the ancient Buddha!" said the warrior monk of Huacheng Temple, holding an off-white rosary, and said in ecstasy.

On the rosary, Jiang Xiaobai felt a terrifying fluctuation, and the power was not much worse than the wooden fish just now.

"Damn!"

Jiang Xiaobai regretted it a little now, if these monks had died in the rat demon group just now, these things would have belonged to him.

Seeing Jiang Xiaobai's unkind gaze, the warrior monk of Huacheng Temple hurriedly avoided his gaze and continued to look down......