"Boom!" The transparent golden bowl that was upside down on the temple was completely shattered by the raging Yin Yang Boy, and the temple was torn apart, and the surging yellow spring water poured down, drowning the body of the Zen Master of the Cold Mountain.

The Hanshan Zen Master finally changed his face, put away the Huangquan Holy Fruit, and knotted the seal of the king in his hand, the golden light shone, and the immeasurable runes condensed into a ten-zhang tall golden light king, holding a golden pestle, raising his arms high, and settling the surging Huangquan with difficulty.

The Yin Yang Boy let out a curse from his mouth, and the invisible power of the curse shrouded the Golden Light King. Black wind, thunder, yellow spring water, and the three major killing weapons bombarded in turn, and the golden body of King Ming was quickly dimmed.

The Hanshan Zen Master's face turned pale, and he swung the demon pestle with all his might, constantly hitting the Yin and Yang Boy, but was stopped by the black wind surrounding him.

After a long stalemate, the two of them gradually reached the limit, and a fierce light flashed in the eyes of the Hanshan Zen Master, and he used the golden body of the Ming King to carry the attack of the Yin Yang Boy, and summoned a pitch-black grinding plate.

On this grinding plate, the ghost energy, the demonic energy, the demonic energy, and all kinds of yin and poisonous auras are vertical and horizontal, and it is hard to imagine that this will be the magic weapon of a strong Buddhist sect.

"Edict!" Hanshan Zen Master bit his fingers, wrote golden characters on the grinding plate, and finally volleyed a finger into the air, and the grinding disk roared out, annihilating all the attacks that were enough to tear the mountains and rivers, and slammed into the body of the Yin Maiden.

"Poof!" runes flashed out of the Yin Maiden's body, barely holding her body in place, but at this moment, the grinding disc suddenly turned, and an extremely evil force flew out, tearing apart the Yin Maiden's body.

The Yang Boy was furious, and took the Yin Virgin's soul in his mouth, preventing it from being shattered by the power of the grinding plate. He raised his hands in the air and tore a big hole in the space, and the gushing yellow spring water gushed down wildly, as if it was about to submerge the entire world, and the sound was terrifying.

Hanshan Zen Master's face changed in shock, and he took back the black grinding disc, and Hua Hong was about to leave.

However, how could the angry Yang boy get his wish, the black wind swept the thunder, like a thunder mountain, and smashed on the black grinding disc above the head of the Hanshan Zen Master, beating him and vomiting blood.

"Meiqi, Lingyue, help Yang Tongzi hit the Hanshan Zen Master hard. In the shadows, the White Bone Spirit said.

Mei Qi casts a spell to interfere with the spirit of the Zen Master of the Cold Mountain, and the Spirit Moon seals, one after another thunder pierces the void, mixing with the thunder summoned by the Yang Boy, and attacking on the grinding plate.

"Wait, don't fight anymore, I'll give you back the Huangquan Fruit. The Hanshan Zen Master couldn't hold it anymore and shouted loudly.

Yang Tongzi's eyes were red, no matter what he said, he tried his best and tried his best.

Gradually, Zen Master Hanshan felt that his soul was stuck in a quagmire, and an inexplicable pulling force frantically fought for control of the grinding plate.

"Bang!" At some point, his divine soul could no longer control the grinding disk, and the water-like thunder split the grinding disc away, and in an instant, countless thunderbolts hit the Ming King Jin's body, completely shattering the golden body.

"Kill me, and you won't get this Yellow Spring Fruit. Before the thunder landed on his body, the Hanshan Zen Master summoned the vermilion Huangquan Fruit and held it in his hand.

The thunder in the sky suddenly stood still in the air, and Yang Tongzi said gloomily: "Throw the Huangquan Fruit over." ”

"Do you think I'm stupid? What will you do if you make another move after I throw the Huangquan Fruit to you?" said the Hanshan Zen Master.

"What do you say?"

"After the master of my little Wuxiang Sect comes, I will give you the Huangquan Fruit. ”

Yang Tongzi was furious, and with a wave of his hand, countless thunderbolts were ready to move: "You are not a fool, just treat me as a fool? ”

"Meiqi, Lingyue, it's now, grab the Huangquan Fruit. Seeing that the Hanshan Zen Master was in a state of thought, the white bone spirit knew that it was impossible to count on the other party to fight each other, and it was impossible to die and be disabled, so he said decisively.

"Huh!" A shadowless and invisible chain of order slashed through the void, cutting off one of the palms of the Hanshan Zen Master, and a divine chain extending from the void penetrated this palm, pulling it towards the inexplicable void.

"Stop. Yang Tongzi roared, the black wind and thunder condensed behind him, and transformed into a ghost god, his palm stretched out, carrying an incomparable momentum, grabbing the severed palm.

Compared to him, the faster was the Hanshan Zen Master, and the severe pain shocked his spirit, and he controlled the grinding disc and smashed it into Huangquanguo.

He thought to himself: no one wants to pick up what he has lost.

In the Phantom Spirit World, Ling Yue frowned, and before the grinding disc and palm arrived, she took the lead in piercing the Huangquan Holy Fruit with the Order God Chain, extracting all the energy in it and sending it into the Creation Source Liquid Pool.

"Bang!" The grinding disc was like a meteor, smashing the severed hand, completely shattering the palm.

"Bang!" the ghost god let out a dull sound as he grabbed the black millstone with his palm.

Under the noses of the two of them, only a little bit of the Huangquan Holy Fruit was crumbs and the grinding disc were held by hand.

"You dare to smash the Huangquan Fruit!" Yang Tongzi went crazy, the ghost god clasped the black grinding disc in his palm, and smashed it towards the Hanshan Zen Master with his backhand.

Hanshan Zen Master condensed the Ming King's Dharma Body at the fastest speed, but this Dharma Body was like a crispy skin, and it was directly smashed by the black grinding disc, and even his body was smashed into the earth.

"Yang Tongzi, calm down, there is still a quasi-saint-level person here. Hanshan Zen Master's body was cracked, blood kept spurting out, and blood was in his mouth: "If it weren't for him, things would never have come to this point." What we have to do now is to find him out and make him pay the price he deserves. ”

"The price of bullshit. The ghost god grabbed the black grinding disc in his palm, smashed it to the ground, and smashed it on the body of the Hanshan Zen Master: "If you don't go to Huangquan and steal the Huangquan Holy Fruit, we won't be ordered to hunt you down." If we hadn't been commanded to hunt you down, the Yin Virgin would not have died. If the Yin Virgin dies, the Yellow Spring Holy Fruit will not be shattered...... At the end of the day, it's all because of you. ”

Needless to say, the power of the black grinding disc completely shattered the body of the Hanshan Zen Master in three or five strokes, and within seven strokes, his divine soul was destroyed.

After killing his divine soul, countless Xuanjin characters appeared on the black grinding plate, and these words flew up in the air and were instilled into Yang Tongzi's eyebrows.

"Bang!" Yang Tongzi stood still for three or five seconds, and then slammed the black grinding disc into the depths of the earth: "You actually want to recognize me as the master, do you really think that I don't know that you are called the World Destroying Mill Plate? ”

After throwing away the grinding plate, Yang Tongzi collected all the spells, his body changed back to the size of a child, and with a wave of his hand, the yellow sand flew, and a monk in a purple shirt appeared along the yellow sand.

The burly purple-shirted monk lifted the boy with one hand, and led several purple-shirted monks to ride the yellow sand.