Like the previous abandoned lamas, this white and thin lama was wearing a blood-red robe, but the difference was that this lama looked much shorter and thinner than the abandoned lama, especially the white body, as if he did not seem to have been killed from the dust of the northwest realm.

Moreover, what is very different from the honest and honest abandoned lama is that although this lama also has a simple expression on his face, a pair of thief eyes flashed from time to time, as well as the restrained momentum that could not see the realm at all, made Jiang Hao's heart sink slightly, and he stared at this lama tightly with a vigilant look.

However, the lama didn't seem to see Jiang Hao's vigilance, his arms trembled, and his face was full of surprise, if Jiang Hao hadn't put the wind iron sword in front of him, he would have pounced on it and gave Jiang Hao a big bear hug.

"I didn't expect it to be exactly the same as what my senior brother said...... With demonic blood, but also with divinity, he is simply the child of destiny in this world!"

The lama was so excited that he couldn't extricate himself, and after seeing Jiang Hao's appearance clearly, his body was trembling all the time, and he was even a little slurred.

After saying what he said just now, the lama sighed, lowered his head, and said as if with regret: "It's a pity that Ben is destined to teach me, but he was chosen by the Heavenly Sword Pavilion...... It's a pity!"

"What?"

Jiang Hao heard this, frowned, took a few steps back, distanced himself from the lama, and just wanted to ask something, but behind the lama, there was a sudden gust of black wind that was extremely cold and gloomy, pointing directly at the lama, and a piercing roar came from the black wind, which was about to take the lama's life!

"Where did the jumping clown dare to be presumptuous in front of me?!"

Xuanjiao's face was gloomy, and after that black wind, like a ghost, he instantly killed behind the lama, and the black knife in his hand was raised high, and he slashed down towards the lama!

"Oh, I thought you were a poor passer-by everywhere, but I didn't expect to have more than four Yuan Force attributes?

However, the lama turned around unhurriedly and smiled at the Xuanjiao.

"Ignorance!"

Xuanjiao smiled cruelly and snorted coldly.

Just when the lama's words did not fall, the Xuanjiao, whose eyes were fierce, fell with a knife, and the black sword wind and the previous black wind converged together, and there was a faint ghostly roaring sound, disturbing people's minds and making people have no time to dodge.

However, the strange thing is that in Jiang Hao's opinion, it was also a must-kill blow that could not be avoided, but after saying that sentence leisurely, the lama's figure was distorted, and the next moment, he appeared ten zhang away, with a slight disdain on his face, and a breath was gently blown out of his mouth, and the falling knife wind floated in the opposite direction to the lama, making the Xuanjiao's face change, and he didn't dare to continue to shoot, but put away the black knife and dodged to the side.

"Boom!"

I saw that the sword wind landed on a mountain rock, and at the same time as it roared, the black flame bloomed like a black lotus, directly burning the mountain stone into powder.

What's even more jaw-dropping is that at the edge of the black lotus, there is a layer of black ice, which freezes the ground to cracks.

"Hey, darkness, ice, fire, and wind, it's really a one-hit kill, if you put it with us, you can be regarded as a master, but unfortunately, you met me......"

The thin lama laughed, and even stretched out a little finger to scratch his ear, looking very relaxed.

However, after the words fell, everyone present was silent.

Not to mention that the dozens of monks who were watching were shocked by the lama's method, and even Jiang Hao felt pressured.

Perhaps the monks who were also disciples of the Black Prison City might have roughly understood the power of the sword just now, but Jiang Hao, who felt this knife at close range, unconsciously shed a cold sweat.

Although this knife does not seem to have a lot of momentum, Jiang Hao estimated that if he had taken this knife just now, I am afraid that even if he used the "Cold Moon Thousand Blades" or the "Extreme Yang Sword Yao", he would not be able to retreat with his whole body, and in the best case, he would be injured by the sword qi, and in the worst case, he would ...... Hurt by the cold or the black fire.

"This Xuanhell is much more proficient in the manipulation of different attribute Yuan Force than me, obviously the two attributes of mutual restraint, but he can use it very well, and he is worthy of being the top master among the first-class power realm cultivators. ”

Jiang Hao's eyes flickered, and he said secretly in his heart.

"But this lama is also very powerful, in terms of body and means, it seems to be stronger than the abandoned lama, who is he? From what he just said, it can be seen that he seems to be the junior disciple of the abandoned lama, but what is their purpose? Why do you want to help me?"

One question after another shrouded Jiang Hao's mind like a dark cloud, making him more vigilant, after he regained his strength, it was the first time to participate in a battle at this level, he should have improved a lot of combat power, whether it was facing Xuanjiao or this lama, he had the upper hand, so he could only choose to step aside and secretly observe the development of the situation.

"Who are you, who can dissolve my Black Flame Ice Lotus so easily, it is impossible for you to be nameless......"

Xuanjiao also had a gloomy face, gritted his teeth and said, but halfway through speaking, as if he suddenly remembered something, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he took a few steps backwards one after another, looking the lama up and down, and then his face suddenly became even more ugly.

"How did you become the chief disciple of the Black Prison City with these eyes?, but this is normal, you are not a descendant of the three holy places, just a monk in the attached city, no wonder you can't recognize me......"

The lama still smiled lightly, but his tone became yin and yang, which made the face of the Xuan Prison even more iron-blue, and a few hateful words were squeezed out from between his teeth: "You are ...... The lama of the Demon Monastery!"

"That's right, it's the Buddha!"

Hearing that Xuanjiao recognized his identity, the lama instantly smiled, but there was also a touch of self-satisfaction between his eyebrows.

"Dare to ask the master's name?"

Xuanjiao looked at the lama silently, put away the black knife a little unwillingly, and then asked in a cold voice.

"Hehe, I'm embarrassed to say this......"

The lama scratched his head a little embarrassedly, and then raised his head high, and said very proudly: "Buddha, my Buddha name, although it doesn't sound good, but it must be like thunder in the ears of people like you, ears are up, listen well!"

"Buddha, my name is a deserter!"