() Jian Jie did not talk, but withdrew a step and shouted: "Array!" ”

Ma Xiaoyang always thought that they were going to fight it alone, before at the gate of the temple, the little monk wanted to sweep himself out with a broom, although the mana is not strong, but the exercises are tricky, I always thought that this little monk was defeated and unwilling, and wanted to come out to find the field, and made an appointment with the brothers, just in case of accidents, but the little monk did not do it himself, but wanted to group Europe!

I saw twelve little monks in the crowd jumping out, standing in a fan arc, with the center facing the direction of Cheng Zijin. This formation stood up, only to listen to the crowd in unison, twelve magic weapons shot at the same time, the previous wave of power was turned invisible by Cheng Zijin floating dust, at this time everyone shot, although there was still a wave of stick shadow and power, but I don't know who it was, actually on top of everyone's heads, a golden bell was sacrificed.

This golden bell is two feet high, one foot square, shaped like the kind in the temple, and the body is engraved with strange words, shining gold.

only heard the sound of the bell ringing, Ma Xiaoyang was behind Cheng Zijin, but as soon as the bell rang, he was dizzy and dizzy, but Cheng Zijin in front of him did not move at all.

As the golden bell rang, two stick shadows, one left and one right, attacked, and the stick shadows overlapped, blocking this space densely, and a stick shadow shot towards Cheng Zijin.

Cheng Zijin stood there and didn't move, but pointed to the mountains and rivers in front of him with his hand, and shouted in a low voice: "Break!" ”

I saw a piece of white light flying out of the mountains and rivers, and it rose high in all directions with a bang, and the wind rolled, like a white tongue of fire, almost rolling the people around it, and the shadow of the stick disappeared in the light, without a trace of ripples.

The light that flew out continued to roll towards everyone, and the little monk also had kung fu, commanding everyone for a while, changing the formation, and a big bell on his head also shined, covering everyone, and the light was fruitless against the enemy, and he fell back.

At this time, Cheng Zijin waved his hand again, and another ball of light rose, like a small sun, Cheng Zijin used a gesture to lead, and the ball of light suddenly condensed and contracted together, becoming a dazzling pillar of light, and he flicked his fingers again, and the pillar of fire was divided into many bundles, like countless light dragons, rushing towards the people in the array.

The little monk didn't see it right, led everyone, urged the big bell, released divine light, and protected him, and the castration of the light dragon stopped a few feet away.

The picture seems to be frozen, Cheng Zijin's arm is stretched forward, and several light dragons are scattered and flying out in front of him, and opposite him, a group of small monks, each holding an iron rod in their hands, and a large bell on their heads, emitting yellow light, resisting the light dragons.

The picture seemed to be still, but there were bursts of violent fluctuations in the air, and a series of silent bursts.

There was not much time, and gradually divided the cultivation of each person. There were two little monks who began to turn pale, and the yellow light emitted by the entire bell also began to tremble, and there seemed to be a tendency to be unsupportable, and the little monk saw that the situation was not right, and he wanted to be on the tip of his tongue, and a mouthful of blood mist bulged, and then a low chant came out of his mouth, and the golden bell rang again, this time the sound was not as loud as last time, and it seemed dull and abnormal, but it shook Cheng Zijin back a step back.

As soon as this step was retreated, the formation on the opposite side immediately changed again!

The big bell seems to be urged by the precept, there are different changes, perhaps, the little monk is desperate, actually urged the big bell bell mouth towards Cheng Zijin, between the little monk in the hand of the iron rod hit the big bell, the big bell for a while, and then, with a bang, a visible ripple shot out from the mouth of the bell and shot towards Cheng Zijin.

Cheng Zijin controlled the light group to resist, and for a moment, the two connected in pairs, and then the light group dispersed in all directions, and disappeared along with the sound wave.

This scene of fighting made Ma Xiaoyang's heart shake, it was not that Ma Xiaoyang didn't want to help, but he didn't know how to intervene, his apricot blossoms and fireworks had no effect, and he was afraid that he couldn't control it, and he hurt the little monk of the precept, so he could only watch from the side.

This was the first time Ma Xiaoyang had seen real cultivators fighting each other with spells.

Cheng Zijin just now, some time ago, he recovered to the realm of the demon pill, last time Cheng Zijin introduced, to this realm, you can use the power of the imperial object, however, it is generally tangible things, such as grass, trees, mountains and stones, flowing water and flying feathers, but this time, he was able to use the art of the imperial object to urge the invisible light.

Just when Ma Xiaoyang was thinking about the situation in front of him. The group of little monks broke Cheng Zijin's light cluster, and then there was a lot of whistling, and six people actually threw the iron rod in their hands, and then the iron rod rotated around the big bell, and then whistled and shot towards Cheng Zijin. The six iron rods were actually practiced together at this time, and they became soft and collapsed, and the six iron rods suddenly turned into a big net and flew in.

I only heard Cheng Zijin snort coldly, and pulled out a long thing from his body. It was the silvery-white floating dust that his original tail had refined.

With a shake of his hand, he rolled into a silver-white arc in front of him, blocking the net falling from the sky. Cheng Zijin shook his wrist again, and Fuchen stretched out a silver-white phantom, breaking through the encirclement of the stick net, shooting straight into the air, hitting the golden bell in the air.

I saw that the white shadow hit the big bell, making a bang, the big bell retreated, and the iron rods in the sky were all rolled back one by one, and the little monk and a group of senior brothers spurted out a mouthful of blood.

As soon as the big array broke, Cheng Zijin waved the floating dust, and the long floating dust was like a poisonous snake, sweeping open in a fan-shaped shape, skipping everyone's face.

Suddenly, there was a voice from the side: "Don't-"

Ming Ran rushed over, and a demon vajra in his hand slammed down, which could be regarded as blocking the light and shadow of Cheng Zijin's floating dust, but even so, a group of little monks who were warned of the little monks were still beaten back, and a mouthful of blood came out.

Seeing that Ming Ran was coming, Cheng Zijin accepted the Fa, and said coldly: "What, do you still want to come one by one, the little monks are in groups, and if you can't beat them, just come to a big monk, I want to learn about the exercises of your White Horse Temple." ”

Cheng Zijin put away the floating dust, took two steps forward, and shouted triumphantly to Mingran in the distance. At this moment, the situation changed again! A black light suddenly flew out of the big bell that was already dim just now, and this black light was silent on the ground, and it refracted at the feet of Cheng Zijin! When Ma Xiaoyang saw this black light, the black light had already hit Cheng Zijin's chest.

Cheng Zijin obviously didn't expect that there would be such a plot at this time, and when he stretched out his fingers to block it, it was too late, and the black light swirled, hitting Cheng Zijin in the chest.

Cheng Zijin only came to retract the mountains and rivers for thousands of miles, blocking his chest, but still like a kite with a broken string being beaten a few feet away and landing! The black light flew back and returned to the hand of the guard in the distance, which turned out to be a mallet that hit the wooden fish.

"Demon, you are less proud, after all, you still fell under the wooden fish of the White Horse Temple." Although a mouthful of blood hung on the corner of his mouth, he still smiled.

"Warning, presumptuous!" Ming Ran didn't expect that Jianjie would actually have a black hand, and he was also stunned, and then reprimanded in his eyes.

"Uncle!" The guard stubbornly mouthed. "He listened to the scriptures and killed his ancestor, that demon set fire to me, and broke into my White Horse Temple, shouldn't he be caught!?"

"If you want to make a move, you also have to be upright, the thousand-year-old face of the White Horse Temple has been thrown into you!" Ming Ran rebuked.

"Shameless!" Ma Xiaoyang couldn't help it this time, seeing that Cheng Zijin was knocked away, the first time the true qi poured in, and then a split light shadow flew out and flew towards Mingran's group.

"Beware!" Mingran sacrificed the demon exterminator vajra as soon as possible, and the little monk who had learned the precepts also hurriedly set up a formation and sacrificed the big bell again.

In an instant, the two objects touched, and a wave full of destructive power rose into the sky.