Wuchen condensed his true qi, shook his arm a few times, slammed his palm, and a gust of wind burst out from his palm, blowing towards the black whirlwind, blowing the black whirlwind away.

The disciples and monks were embarrassed, picked up swords and sticks, stood up, and surrounded Xia Yu.

Wuchen stared at his two eyes, with a fierce light, raised his palm, and said viciously: "Amitabha." Asked Xia Yu: "Who are you, what are you doing in my Lotus Temple?!"

Xia Yu smiled and said: "I am a person who believes in Buddhism, and I come to your Lotus Temple to worship Buddha." ”

Wuchen sneered and said, "Since you are here to worship the Buddha, then we welcome you, please follow us to the main hall." ”

Xia Yu said: "Master don't bother, I've already finished worshiping the Buddha, I'm leaving, you don't need to run to see me off, the scene is too big, I'm embarrassed." ”

At this time, people found that there was something moving in the Qiankun bag on Xia Yu's back, and a deacon from Qingyu Hall pointed to the Qiankun bag and asked, "What is in there?"

Xia Yu said: "It's filled with garbage. ”

As soon as Xia Yu's words fell, several Qingyu Hall disciples hurriedly ran over and shouted, "It's not good, it's not good, the hall master and the young grandmother of the Zi family are gone!"

Wuchen took a closer look, Xia Yu's Qiankun bag contained something like a person, and shouted loudly: "Little thief, are Hall Master Yang and the young grandmother of the Zi family in this bag? Quickly put down this bag and open it!"

Xia Yu looked at Wuchen and said: "As the host, you hide this Lotus Temple with dirt, bad customs, and have the face to scold me for being a thief. ”

Wuchen glared, revealing a murderous look, gritted his teeth, and said: "Little thief, if you don't put the bag down, don't blame the old monk for being ruthless!"

Xia Yu made a grimace at Wuchen and said, ", ruthless, so cruel." ”

Wuchen was furious, raised his palm, and slapped it towards Xia Yu with one palm. Xia Yu dodged to the side, and felt a violent palm wind whistling by, hitting the wall behind him, and with a bang, a thick brick wall was shattered.

Xia Yu didn't want to entangle with Wuchen, kicked hard with his two feet, catapulted, stepped on the heads of those disciples and monks, and flew into the distance, thinking about rushing out of the Lotus Temple.

"Little thief, where to run!" Wuchen raised his palm, and another powerful King Kong palm hit him.

Wuchen is the sixfold cultivation of the Lingwu Realm, and the strong King Kong palm is practiced vigorously and domineering, Xia Yu is carrying the Qiankun bag, feeling a murderous aura surging, and hurriedly turns around to dodge.

Wuchen's palm slammed into the air, and the sky trembled, as if it was about to shatter in half under his palm.

Xia Yu staggered and landed on the ground, and the disciples and monks immediately rushed over and surrounded Xia Yu. Xia Yu was carrying a Qiankun bag, and it was inconvenient to fight, so he summoned the Heartless Strawman and asked the Heartless Strawman to open the way in front.

The heartless straw man picked up the jujube stick, and the tiger was angry, and hit the disciples and monks around him. The disciples and monks were hit by the jujube stick, screaming, their bones were broken, and they fell to the ground, and some were even more unlucky, they were hit on the head by a stick from the heartless straw man, and at that time, they were beaten so that ten thousand peach blossoms bloomed, their brains burst, and they died of anger.

The heartless straw man protected Xia Yu and rushed out for a while, and Wuchen flew up and stopped the heartless straw man.

The heartless straw man looked at Wuchen and said: "You bald donkey, you don't eat fasting and chanting Buddha, but you are here for the tiger, the Buddha opens his eyes, and he must smash your head." ”

"Less nonsense!" Wuchen raised his palm, and with a strong Vajra palm, he hit the heartless straw man.

The dustless palm wind shone with golden light, turned into the shape of a palm, and hit the heartless straw man's chest, and the heartless grass man immediately shattered and scattered all over the ground.

Wuchen thought that the heartless straw man was killed by himself, and turned his head to deal with Xia Yu, Xia Yu wielded the Tianxin Sword and slashed towards Wuchen.

Wuchen dodged a few times, and the palms of his two hands were put together, clamping Xia Yu's Tianxin Sword. Wuchen, the old monk, practiced the hard qigong of the Shi family, and his strength was very great, Xia Yu wanted to pull the Tianxin Sword back, and he dragged it for a long time, but he didn't pull it at all.

Wuchen looked at Xia Yu, a smile rose at the corner of his mouth, and he was smug, when suddenly, a cold wind hit behind him.

Wuchen was just about to turn his head to look, when he heard a bang, and he received a heavy blow on the back of the head, which made him let go of the Tianxin Sword, lowered his head, staggered, and planted forward.

It was none other than the heartless straw man who gave Wuchen a stuffy stick. Wuchen thought that the heartless straw man was dead, but he didn't expect that in the blink of an eye, the heartless grass man scattered into a pile of fragments was restored, and he picked up the jujube stick and hit it, beating Wuchen in a daze.

The stick of the heartless straw man was full of strength, and it hit the back of the head, thinking that Wuchen must have been beaten to death, but unexpectedly, Wuchen covered the back of his head, took a few breaths of cold air, and stood up again.

The heartless strawman was taken aback and shouted, ", old bald donkey, what kind of material is your head made of, why is it so resistant to fighting?"

Wuchen glared at the heartless straw man, furious, and shouted, "You monster, suffer death!"

Wuchen rushed towards the Heartless Straw Man, and once again unleashed the Mighty Vajra Palm, breaking the Heartless Grass Man to pieces. This time, Wuchen didn't turn around and walk away, but frowned, looking at the fragments of the Heartless Straw Man. The fragments of the ground flashed with light, quickly coalesced, and reverted to human form.

Wuchen looked at the Heartless Grass Man and said, "You're a spirit. ”

The heartless straw man shook his head, waved a jujube stick, and said, "Old bald donkey, you guessed it, Lao Tzu is indeed a spirit. ”

Wuchen shouted at a monk behind him: "Fan, call all the monks of the fire attribute spirit root in our temple, and use the fire attack technique to deal with this spirit!"

The heartless straw man grinned, thinking to himself, this old bald donkey has a vicious eye, and he can see that he is a straw man and is afraid of fire.

Wuchen summoned a few monks with fire attribute spirit roots, and prepared to perform the fire attack technique on the heartless grass man.

Xia Yu hurriedly withdrew the heartless straw man into his consciousness and shouted: "You like to play with fire, so I will let you see what the power of fire is." ”

Xia Yu summoned the Red Flame Demon Fire and hit the monks and disciples.

The Red Flame Demon Fire had a hideous face and shouted, "You fake monks in monk's robes, let me surpass you today!"

The red flame demon fire pounced on the monks and disciples, burning the monks and disciples into burning people, ghosts crying wolves, and screaming.

Wuchen shouted: "Quick, people with water attribute spirit roots, use the technique of water attack to deal with this demon fire!"

Among the monks and disciples, there was the water attribute spiritual root, and he stood up and used the water attack technique against the red flame demon fire.

Among the five elements, water overcomes fire, but the cultivation of those monks and disciples is shallow, even if they cast the technique of water attack, they can't defeat the Red Flame Demon Fire at once, and the Red Flame Demon Fire fights with them, and Xia Yu takes the opportunity to flee out.

Wuchen looked at Xia Yu and roared: "Stop!" flew forward and pounced on Xia Yu.

A group of disciples and monks blocked Xia Yu's way, picked up the swords and sticks in their hands, split their heads and covered their faces, and hit Xia Yu.

Xia Yu dodged a few times, grabbed the Qiankun bag, used the Qiankun bag as a weapon, and hit those disciples and monks, beating those disciples and monks dizzy and falling to the ground.

Yang Sheng and the young grandmother of the Zi family were unlucky in the Qiankun bag, they were thrown around, smashed around, and their stomachs turned over like a river.

Xia Yu heard Yang Sheng and the young grandmother of the Zi family vomiting in the Qiankun bag, so he quickly stopped, waved his hand at those monks and disciples, and said, "Wait a minute." ”

The monks and disciples were stunned, only to see Xia Yu open the Qiankun bag, Yang Sheng and the young grandmother of the Zi family poked their heads out, and vomited for a while, vomiting everything in their stomachs.

Xia Yu pressed the heads of the two of them and said, "Go back." ”

Xia Yu stuffed the two of them back into the Qiankun bag and tied them again, Xia Yu couldn't let the two of them spit in the Qiankun bag, and the Earth Thief Star would be unhappy.

The monks and disciples shouted, "Hall Master Yang and the young grandmother of the Zi family are in this bag, in this bag!"

Wuchen rushed over, raised his eyebrows, raised his palm, and hit Xia Yu with a strong King Kong palm.

Xia Yu threw the Qiankun bag in front of him and used it as a shield. Seeing this, Wuchen's eyes widened, and he hurriedly turned his palm to the side, if it hit the Qiankun bag and killed Yang Sheng and the young grandmother of the Zi family inside, Wuchen would not be able to eat and walk away.

Wuchen only thought about not hurting Yang Sheng and the young grandmother of the Zi family, and didn't pay attention to the surrounding situation, and with such a deflection of his wrist, it happened to hit a group of monks and disciples.

With a bang, a cloud of blood mist exploded in the crowd, and more than a dozen monks and disciples screamed, flesh and blood flew sideways, and died under the dustless strong King Kong palm.

Xia Yu looked at Wuchen, deliberately made a look of surprise, and said: "Yo, old monk, you are really powerful, you are so ruthless, even your own people are beaten." ”

Wuchen was so angry with Xia Yu that he screamed, and raised his palm to hit Xia Yu.

Xia Yu said: "Old bald donkey, don't think I'm afraid of you, I want to fight, I'll accompany you to the end." ”

Xia Yu used the Qiankun bag as a weapon, slashed the tiger's wind, split his head and covered his face, and hit Wuchen. Wuchen knew that Yang Sheng and the young grandmother of the Zi family were in the Qiankun bag, so he didn't dare to fight with his fists and feet, so he could only dodge backwards.

Xia Yu said: "Aren't you very powerful, what are you hiding, but fighting, fighting." ”

Xia Yu picked up the Qiankun bag, forced Wuchen to retreat step by step, and retreated to the side of a pool. This pond is full of incense ashes, the Lotus Temple is a Buddhist temple, incense must be burned every day, and all the incense ashes that have been burned are poured into this pool.

Wuchen retreated to the edge of the pool, stumbled under his feet, turned his back to the sky, and fell into the pool at once. Some of the incense ashes had not yet dissipated their heat, they were red, with a scorching breath, and they were burning dustless and screaming.

Wuchen jumped out of the pool at once, covered with incense ash from head to toe, and his clothes were burned with big holes, how embarrassed and embarrassed he looked.