"Why is he so desperately chasing, the matter of the White Horse Temple, it has been almost a year!" Wang Heyi was also embarrassed, he was the middleman, he thought that it would be foolproof if the master came forward, but at this moment, this little monk actually dared to come to seek revenge, but I don't know if it was the idea of the White Horse Temple, or the little monk's own meaning.

"I also want to know, Cheng Zijin and Wei Wei can't do anything at the moment, I can only listen to the fate of heaven, I want to see what kind of hatred I have with this little bald donkey, and I am so undying!" Ma Xiaoyang released some spiritual liquid, all over the two of them, but at this moment, the spiritual liquid may be useful to Cheng Zijin, but Wei Wei's side, he doesn't know what to do.

After speaking, the magic of the gods flashed out of the cave, and Wang Heyi was afraid that the development of the situation would be uncontrollable, so he followed closely.

After coming out, I only saw outside, a small bald head, behind a few feet high angry face Arhat Dharma body, holding a vajra demon pestle, the little monk held a wooden fish in his hand, the wooden fish presented a long black color, was held by the little monk in his hand, knocked again and again, every time he knocked, there was a circle of Buddha light appeared, the Buddha light destroyed the withering, swept over, and put the water arrow that fell from the sky, was controlled by the twenty-nine, hit without a trace.

The peach wood sword originally contained the power of the heavenly power and thunder, which would be unfolded by Tao Yaoyao, with a power that flew to the sky and destroyed the earth, and stabbed towards the little monk, but every time he attacked, he would be blocked by the huge King Kong Demon Pestle in the hands of the angry-faced Arhat behind him.

The arhat looked like a dharma body phantom, but when the peachwood sword stabbed it, it could actually make the sound of steel colliding.

"Jianjie, you don't change your dead nature, and hurt people behind your back, that day, Wudang Mountain Izumo Dao people did the middleman, to resolve your grievances with me, even if there is an enemy, you rushed to me, why today, to Cheng Zijin to die! Don't you see that he is healing others, is this your Buddhist compassion? Ma Xiaoyang saw the little monk, and it was indeed Jianjie, and the light of the heaven and earth root in his hand was swallowed, and he drank loudly to Jianjie.

"Ma Xiaoyang, my Buddhism has a compassionate Bodhisattva, and there are also angry Arhats, that day I was in a catastrophe and did not die, and finally realized that I had cultivated this Arhat Dharma Body, hum, Cheng Zijin, that fox demon, ruined the thousand-year-old reputation of my temple, bad for my senior brothers' cultivation, and my sect as an enemy, it is not a pity to die, even if it is healed, it is also a monster, and everyone will be punished!"

"Little monk, you are from the thousand-year-old famous temple of the White Horse Temple, why did you sneak attack behind your back three or four times, where has your Dharma been cultivated!" Wang Heyi pointed at the ancient sword in his hand and asked.

"Uncle Shi, you are also from the famous mountains and rivers of Wudang Mountain, and you mix with monsters all day long, are you worthy of the ancestor!"

"Caution, don't speculate for more than half a sentence, see the truth under your hands!" Ma Xiaoyang became more and more angry the more he listened, this caution was simply here to seek revenge, it was useless to say anything, since it was already immortal, let's fight.

As he spoke, with a wave of the Heaven and Earth Root in his hand, the light and shadow in the sky appeared, and finally turned into a complete light and shadow, shooting towards the little monk.

Wang Heyi was also a little at a loss at the moment, this White Horse Temple and his own Wudang Mountain were also considered to have a very good personal relationship, and he also followed his master to participate in various cultivation realm gatherings with them many times.

And last time Izumo Dao people have been to the White Horse Temple, Ma Xiaoyang's problem can be regarded as a clear explanation, this time the little monk came out, according to the usual practice, this should be captured and sent back to the White Horse Temple to listen to the people fall, it is really not good, and then ask the master to make a final trial.

But at this moment, Tao Yaoyao is for Wei Wei, Twenty Nine and Ma Xiaoyang are already dead, and they can't help themselves, and they can't help them.

"Heyi, you are watching from the side, pressing for us!" Ma Xiaoyang also sensed Wang Heyi's embarrassment, and didn't want to be embarrassed, so he said.

"Okay!" Wang Heyi agreed, and with a wave of his hand, Xihe turned into a hundred and ten lightsabers, surrounded the mountain gate of Dongfu, and did not let Jianjie enter.

If it weren't for the wooden fish in his hand, it seems to have a strengthening effect on the Dharma, and this Dharma body would have been broken by Tao Yaoyao a long time ago.

At this moment, Ma Xiaoyang raised the root of heaven and earth, divided the light and turned into shadows, with the power of the artifact, and smashed towards the ring.

He seemed to be aware that something was wrong, and he seemed to be relaxed, but at this moment he sat on the ground, the wooden fish in his hand intensified his beating, and he began to recite Buddhist scriptures in his mouth.

A thought of the Buddhist scriptures, countless swastikas flew out of the mouth, the swastikas, it didn't look big, but each swastika, spinning, flew towards the three people, Tao Xiaoxiao was accidentally touched by one for a while, only to see a thorn, a black smoke.

Ma Xiaoyang's spectroscopic shadow, which was taken care of by this swastika at the moment, rotated and surrounded him, and all of a sudden, he was ground away and disappeared.

Ma Xiaoyang looked at the sky full of swastikas, and sneered in his heart, compared with me, then I will compare it with you.

Directly took out a bottle of spiritual drink, poured it in one gulp, and the true qi poured towards the root of heaven and earth without money, and then, the sky full of light and shadows also appeared, and it was split against the precept.

Touching each other in pairs is an artifact, and it can be regarded as a fight.

However, at this moment, Ma Xiaoyang was not alone, after Tao Xiaoxiao was hit by the swastika, he simply gave up the idea of melee attack, and it was also the influx of true qi, and a wooden sword was thrown into the air violently, and in an instant, it attracted a dark cloud, which flashed and thundered, and with a wave of his hand, it fell from the sky, a bolt of lightning.

Twenty-nine is not to be outdone, it is the ability of the dragon clan to travel clouds and rain, this will open a big mouth, look up to the sky and roar, a column of water, also fall from the sky, and the peach and lightning become one, together towards the precept.

This time, they are all unreserved, not to mention the warning of this little monk who has just broken through, even if the old monk came last time, he will return with a feather.

What is the meaning of destroying the withering and decaying, the Buddha's light that was prescribed just now is only in vain, and the water column and lightning at this moment, against the Dharma body of the precept, are the destruction of the withering and decaying, and in an instant, they are beaten and dissipated into nothingness.

Jianjie is also a mouthful of blood spurting out, Tao Yaoyao saw that the time had come, the peach wood sword waved, a sword shadow appeared, towards Jianjie slashed, Jianjie barely raised the wooden fish in his hand, but the sword shadow was as fast as lightning, all of a sudden, a flower in front of his eyes, a pair of hands in Jianjie, was cut off by Qiqi, and a blood mist rose into the sky, and Jianjie suddenly faced his face like gold paper, without any blood.

"Ma Xiaoyang, you are a human race, you are mixed with goblins one day, killing your compatriots, you are not a son of man!" Jian Jie mustered his last breath of strength and shouted viciously at Ma Xiaoyang.

"Noise!" Tao Yao looked at it, even if it was over, he was still shouting, and he kept stabbing with a sword in his hand.

"Be merciful!" Wang Heyi shouted, and saw a bright bald head, with a relieved smile, thrown up far away and landed in front of him.