Without asking the location of the Wutai faction at the inn, the white bone spirit continued to move forward with three hundred disciples, ready to ask when he saw people again.

Half a moon later, above the sky, the wind swept through the clouds, and the clouds hung low, threatening to crush the city, and there was a faint thunder brewing in it.

"The storm is coming, let's go to the front temple to take shelter. The white bone spirit glanced up at the sky, and his soul keenly felt that there was a demonic energy that was constantly increasing in it.

When everyone came to the temple, they found that there were fireworks in the temple, and the white bone spirit stood outside the threshold, raising his eyes to look at it, but he saw a middle-aged monk in a snow-white robe, sitting in the open space under the nameless statue covered with cobwebs, with a string of jade beads engraved with Buddhist Taoist characters in his hand, and a bonfire burning in front of him.

"Master, excuse me. The White Bone Spirit whispered.

"Let's change places, donor. The middle-aged monk kept fluctuating Yuzhu's fingers and said calmly.

The white bone spirit paused, folded his hands to the monk, saluted, and turned to leave: "Let's go." ”

"Senior brother, why should we care about him, if it doesn't work......" A disciple spoke.

"Shut up. The Bone Spirit interrupted him, quickened his pace, and in an instant, left the temple far behind.

"Bring an invisibility cloak. "In front of a mountain peak, the white bone spirit took out a cave with a fist and led three hundred disciples to hide in the cave.

"Boom, boom, boom!" The wind outside became louder, and the dark clouds covered the entire land in darkness. Within the dark clouds, purple and black thunder roared, and at some point, thunderbolts flew out of the clouds like heavenly swords, slashing towards the ruined temple.

"Immeasurable Holy Buddha. Inside the temple, the ethereal Buddha horn sounded, and a golden transparent light shield condensed into a huge bowl that was upside down, enveloping the temple.

Dao Dao thunder slashed at the transparent light mask, bursting with dazzling sparks, but it couldn't pierce it.

"Zen Master Hanshan, where else can you hide this time?" A gloomy voice came from within the clouds, and two blue-faced and fanged ghosts harnessed the wind and levitated above the clouds.

"For the sake of a fruit, chased me for 30 million miles, Yin Yang Boy, are you not afraid of revealing your identity and being besieged by righteous monks?"

"Without further ado, hand over the Huangquan Fruit, and we can leave you with a whole corpse. The Yin Virgin said coldly.

"It blooms in 30,000 years, bears fruit in 30,000 years, and matures in 30,000 years, and only one of the 3,000 ripe fruits can survive. The golden light in the Hanshan Zen Master's right hand flashed, and a vermilion fruit like a cherry tomato was suspended in the air above the palm of his hand: "Do you want such a divine object?"

As soon as his words fell, wisps of sword light pierced the thick clouds, and hundreds of sword immortals turned into streamers and landed, and hundreds of fairy swords surrounded the yin and yang boys.

"There is only one Huangquan Holy Fruit, even if you people help the Cold Mountain Bald Donkey force us back, who can get the fruit?" Yang Tongzi said with a sneer.

"Unfortunately, the old man is proficient in the art of alchemy, and he can refine this Huangquan fruit into an elixir, one per person, although this has reduced the effect of the medicine a lot, but it is also easy to help the monks under the quasi-saint break through the realm. Hanshan Zen Master said with a chuckle.

"Kill!" Among the monks, a sword immortal sword merged and turned into a giant sword, carrying countless brilliant runes, violently bombarding the Yin Yang Boy.

Hundreds of monks used their own means, the runes continued into a sea, the Dao sound roared like thunder, and the yin and yang boy in the center of the attack was like a flat boat in the angry sea, as if it would shatter and collapse at any time.

"Summon Yellow Springs. The yin and yang boys joined forces, and the thunder in the dark clouds fell like water, blocking the footsteps of many people, and the fierce yellow sand suddenly appeared, knocking down a monk to the earth and burying him on the spot. Another stream of yellow water appeared, pouring it on the monks, and sprinkled it on their body shields, making a sizzling sound and billowing black smoke.

The Yin Yang Boy is indeed powerful, and hundreds of monks have joined forces, and there is no way to deal with them.

The Hanshan Zen Master sat peacefully in the temple, just like an old fisherman waiting for the battle between Weng and the clam and waiting for the result.

However, what he didn't expect was that less than a hundred miles away, in a cave, there was a small fisherman waiting for him to make a move, and then sit and reap the fisherman's profits.

Under the watering of the yellow spring water, the monks retreated one after another, and the yin and yang boys were extremely strong, approaching the temple step by step.

Hanshan Zen Master said: "Yin Yang Boy, don't waste your efforts, I have already informed the Little Wuxiang Sect, it won't take long for the masters of the sect to come here, and you will not be able to break through the blockade of the monks during this time." ”

Hearing this, the Yin Yang Boy became furious, and the attack became even more frenzied, and from time to time some monks were turned into dry bones by the yellow spring water.

"This waste yin and yang boy can't even beat a group of supporting characters. Inside the cave, the Bone Spirit murmured softly.

"Senior brother, are you ready to make a move?" Among the three hundred disciples, many of them moved slightly in their hearts, Zhu Yuyan blinked and asked.

The white bone spirit said: "I have to find a way to help this yin and yang boy, let him solve these passers-by as soon as possible, and go to fight with the Hanshan Zen master...... Isn't our deputy head of the sect a quasi-saint, and we will give her a big gift this time. ”

"Senior brother be careful, don't talk about the yin and yang boy, this Hanshan Zen master can steal the yellow spring fruit from the yellow spring, and come here to use the lust to drag the yin and yang boy, and fight for his own way of life, it must be unfathomable, I am afraid that there will be a great hole card back hand. ”

The white bone spirit waved his hand, walked out of the cave with a hidden figure, and asked secretly: "Meiqi, Lingyue, can you help the Yin Yang Boy kill these passers-by without exposing me?"

"No problem, look at me. Mei Qi said, her hand was sealed, her eyes were closed, and countless invisible and intangible divine soul power poured out of the ghost world and came to the battlefield.

A sword cultivator who was in the middle of a tense battle, and in an inexplicable trance, he fell out of the state of unity of man and sword, and was poured into dry bones by the yellow spring water.

As if blinded by the attack of Edgeworth, dozens of flying swords from the sky turned to attack the monk beside him, piercing the chests of dozens of people.

Everything began to be chaotic, and many of the people who had been plotted against him didn't care about the yin and yang boys, so they turned their swords in anger and aimed them at the monk beside them, and stabbed them fiercely.

The Yin Yang Boy didn't quite know what was going on, but he seized the opportunity well, got rid of a group of passers-by, landed in front of the temple, and slaughtered the white-clothed monk.