The sharp sword has arrived in front of him, the abbot looked at the sharp edge with cold eyes, and secretly said in his heart: "This is the third sword, why is it faster and faster every time the sword is released?"

The first time he took out the sword, Ling Yun didn't use all his strength when he was an ordinary man, even if the speed of this sword was beyond the reach of thousands of swordsmen in the mortal world, but in the eyes of the aura cultivators, it was just a mediocre sword, and it was easy to dodge.

And the second time he took out the sword, Ling Yun doubted the identity of the other party, for fear that he was an executive officer, or a contractor from the hell flames, and he didn't dare to fight hard, and he needed to retain his aura to avoid the opponent's unfathomable attack, so this sword was faster, but not to the extreme.

In the end, this sword, Ling Yun has already made up his mind, whether it is an immortal or a demon on the other side, an executive officer, or a contractor, it doesn't matter, the important thing is to send him to the Western Heavens, this sword is extremely fast!

The sword that was extremely fast, in the eyes of the abbot, the sword was gone, and the edge was still vibrating in the air, only to hear the sound of "poof", the sword had pierced the chest, and blood was gurgling out.

The abbot was taken aback, he didn't expect that a virtuous body would be able to stab Dacheng Zhizhi's body!

As a contractor, he signed a contract with the executive officer who looked down on him, worked for him, and walked in the mortal world for hundreds of years, this was the first time he was injured, and he was actually injured at the hands of a mere virtuous body.

The executive officer, who had never taken himself seriously, would probably sneer a few times if he saw this scene with his own eyes at this moment, and the mocking words immediately blurted out, and the abbot could imagine his sneering hateful face.

"What's the matter, didn't you also come to this world and be imprisoned for tens of thousands of years and not be allowed to get out!" the abbot roared, unbridled and vented his emotions, the sword did not pierce his chest, but wounded his soul, the fragile little soul that lived in the shadow of that man all day long.

Ling Yun thought that this sentence was said to him, and said with a wry smile: "You are right! If I hadn't gradually become familiar with life here, how painful I would have been in these tens of thousands of years, probably the longest and most cruel imprisonment in the world." Actually, you and I should have sympathized with each other, but the Tao is different, I still have to get rid of you, otherwise I will be tortured by the tragic appearance of the baby girl stuffed with yellow mud for tens of thousands of years. Maybe people are selfish, I'm not doing chivalrous righteousness for anything, or the road is uneven, but I can't stand the pain in my heart, so I'm going to kill you. ”

The abbot held the jade sword with his bare hand that was entwined with phoenix pattern carving, and let the sword that was as hot as magma cut through his palm, ignoring the blood flowing from his palm, and the entire hall was bloody because of the scorching sword.

The jade force was pulled out of his chest, although Ling Yun's sword speed was extremely fast, but his strength was not as good as his, so he had to withdraw the sword.

The abbot let the black wound on his chest gurgle and bleed, his face turned pale, and he secretly said in his heart: "This sword has aura attached to it, why would you let this stinky boy drive it, after all, he is just an unsuccessful virtuous body, could it be that he also has an executive officer behind him as a backer?"

"This sword, when you see blood, burns, it burns, like the molten flame under hell, hum, when Lao Tzu was in the ground for tens of thousands of years, and wandered in the world for hundreds of years, this scorching smell from hell is still arching in my nose, not yet dissipated, and today I smell it from this sword, it is really annoying!" he roared, his robe torn, naked, and his whole body exuded golden light, like a golden-bodied Arhat on the top of the main hall.

The wound on his chest had not healed, but the blood that flowed out was like stars, scattering countless gold dust in the air, no longer a flowing bright red liquid.

Ling Yun watched him roar hysterically, the sword in his hand was held tighter, and he said in his heart: "This guy should be in the state of transforming into a great body, I don't know if he can beat after transforming." ”

The fatal sword just now seemed to have no effect on him.

The golden light on the abbot's body became more and more intense, and the light gradually changed from pale gold to dazzling and dazzling, unable to look directly, Ling Yun had to take a few steps back, while resisting the enemy with all his might, while reaching out to cover his eyes, avoiding the direct golden light.

The golden light gradually dissipated, and a body on the opposite side was like a body made of gold, as high as more than ten zhang, with the overhanging beam of the main hall above his head, and his feet stepped on the bluestone floor, and the statue of the Buddha sitting in the center of the main hall was almost as huge, a pair of eyes were like giant drums, and two fists were as big as Hong Zhong.

Ling Yun, who was holding a sword, stood in front of him, only knee-high, and the two were opposed, looking very small.

"You have to conjure up the appearance of the true golden Arhat before you are willing to give in, don't you, the stinky boy is holding a sword etched with the flames of hell, and he wants to take my life, it's just delusional!" The abbot's voice was like a bell, reverberating back and forth in the main hall, deafening.

Ling Yun said in his heart: "I can't imagine that after this guy transformed, he became a giant, and he is the same aura immortal body as me, how can I kill him now?" And then, what really worried him was not how to destroy the fierce enemy in front of him, but how to escape for his life.

The golden-bodied abbot raised his fist as big as a casserole, and waved it at Lingyun, the fist wind was cold, driving the whole hall to be suddenly windy, the incense candles were blown down indiscriminately, and thousands of golden banners fell to the ground, and the candle flame rolled together, plus the overflowing lamp oil, the fire in the hall was ignited and burned into a piece.

Even the three red ** sons and a dozen or so little monks who were standing still on the side were also picked up by the fist wind, flew into the air, and slammed into the wall, with a blue nose and swollen face, and broken bones.

Ling Yunwu stood in place with his feet already a few inches deep into the stone slab, and the jade spirit sword was held horizontally in front of his chest, waiting for the fist to arrive.

Just as the fist that was a foot high was about to swing, Ling Yun flew up, dancing like a butterfly, spinning several times in the air, the jade sword was held in his hand, and with the rapid rotation, it was like an extremely sharp circular ring knife, cutting the five fingers of the giant fist.

The sword fingers touched, splashing countless sparks, and there was a sound of gold and stone impact, and I couldn't imagine that the abbot's golden body was as hard as iron and stone, and the sword that sharpened iron like clay could not do anything.

Ling Yun flew away, his face remained unchanged, but he was very surprised in his heart: "This kind of sword can't be cut, is this guy covered in diamonds?"

The golden-bodied abbot smiled fiercely, a huge face hung in the air, like a huge Buddha statue, but it was different from the solemnity of the statue of Rulai, his face was full of evil, and he roared: "I have a vajra body, and the little sword is like a toy, how can I be helped?"

The golden-bodied abbot continued to stretch out his huge hand, wanting to catch Ling Yun like catching an ant.

Ling Yunfei raised the giant palm, holding the sword with the intention of piercing the palm, but whether it was a fist or a palm, it was as hard as iron, hard and indestructible, and the sword seemed to be pierced on a stone, except for a few sparks, there was nothing to gain.

In desperation, seeing that his palm was about to close, and he wanted to trap himself in it, Ling Yun flew away violently, quickly flying from the gap between his fingers to the corner of the main hall, dodging its fierce attack.

The golden body abbot grabbed four or five times in a row, but he found nothing, his heart was furious, and he roared and overturned the roof of the main hall, and countless dust fell from the heavy beams and woods, and the scorching fire in the main hall was extremely hot, with the fall of countless broken wood and broken tiles, the roof was lifted and thrown outside the hall There was a huge noise, and the air poured into the main hall from the roof, and the fire was like cooking oil, and the flames rose dozens of zhang, almost engulfing the entire hall.

Ling Yun was surprised by the destructive power of this huge golden body, and hurriedly escaped from the main hall and came to the empty field in front of the hall.

Seeing that Ling Yun wanted to escape, the golden-bodied abbot roared and stepped through the front wall of the main hall, came to the open space, looked at Ling Yun with anger on his face, and said: "There is a road in heaven that you don't go, and hell has no door to cast!