At this moment, a loud shout was heard not far away.

"Bold and wicked, dare to come to my Lanruo Temple to spread wild. I saw more than a dozen monks wearing robes, volleying above the roof of the backyard, clasping their hands together and glaring at Zhou Fan and the locust tree spirit.

The main reason is that the locust tree spirit suddenly has a strong mana, and it has not been fully controlled, and when it transforms into a human form, it is inevitable that some mana will overflow, which is perceived by many Buddhist monks.

"Amitabha, I didn't expect this locust tree to become a fine under our noses, and we have been kept in the dark for so many years, I am really ashamed of the Buddha. The withered ginseng monk folded his hands.

"You brutes are not even human, and you dare to say that you are ashamed of the Buddha. The locust tree spirit had red eyes, gritted his teeth, and his chest fell together.

Dry ginseng clasped his hands together, shook his head and sneered: "Demons are demons, whatever you say, you will be sentenced today." ”

The locust tree spirit glanced at the withered ginseng deeply, and suddenly smiled and said, "The master still remembers the concubine." ”

After that, I saw that the appearance of the locust tree spirit changed greatly, and she became a girl wearing a pale white and purple scattered set of moon season silk skirts, with a round almond face, black and beautiful eyes under her eyebrows, and long black and shiny hair.

"Nie... Donor. Dry ginseng looked at the girl, a little distracted, and his thoughts returned to twenty years ago......

At that time, the withered ginseng was still a Buddhist monk in the Hinayana realm......

"Senior Brother Withered Ginseng, this locust tree spirit has been hidden in the temple for many years, I am afraid that if I know the Buddhist inheritance of my Lanruo Temple, I must destroy its divine form. A Buddhist monk next to the withered ginseng said meaningfully.

The withered ginseng that had just fallen into a memory was awakened, and looking at the appearance of the locust tree spirit in front of him, he couldn't help but feel a little annoyed.

This locust tree has been a demon for hundreds of years, and it is estimated that everything in Lanruo Temple is almost known, so that he saw the knot in the heart of the poor monk and deliberately became the appearance of Nie Shizhu.

"Amitabha, brothers, please follow the poor monks to surrender these three demons. ”

The angry withered ginseng monk in his heart was too lazy to grind his mouth with the locust tree, as a Buddhist monk in the Yuanjue Realm (Merge Period), there were basically not many opponents in this world where the immortals and Buddhas were extinct.

Immediately make a flower-shaped hand, "Prajnaparamita, Vajra angry eyes, Jialan Buddha fingers." ”

I saw that the body of the withered ginseng seemed to be plated with a layer of gold, and a fingerprint of a flower flew out to the locust tree spirit.

"Prajnaparamita, the seal of the Buddha without immaculateness. ”

"Prajnaparamita, a thousand compassionate hands. ”

.......

The rest of the Buddhist monks all made a move, and for a while, the Buddha's power was vertical and horizontal, and the golden fist finger and claw prints hit Zhou Fan and the three of them one after another.

The locust tree spirit was about to make a move, but saw Zhou Fan wave his hand and signal him to wait.

Countless spells that shimmered with golden light hit it, making people unable to open their eyes.

Zhou Fan's heart moved, and he returned to the sky.

A high-speed cyan mana barrier enveloped the trio in it.

Many Buddhist spells hit the barrier and were rebounded back by the return to heaven and sun.

"What!"

"Prajnaparamita, Vajra Protector, King Ming does not move!" saw that the spell was bounced back, and in a hurry, he encouraged the mana of his whole body, and clasped his hands together and shouted.

A huge golden Buddha shadow with a compassionate face suddenly appeared, and his hands were closed, protecting the Buddhist monks in the palms of his hands.

The spell slammed into the Buddha's shadow, and the sound of gold and iron was heard.

The pilgrims who were burning incense and worshiping the Buddha in the front yard saw the shadow of the Buddha in the sky, and they all ran to the open space in the courtyard and bowed down to worship non-stop.

"Look, the Buddha has appeared!"

"Buddha bless, Buddha bless. ”

"Buddha, the doctor said that my father's time is short, and after my father died, he asked the Buddha to take him to the Western Heavenly Bliss. ”

......

Zhou Fan, who was standing under the locust tree, said leisurely: "The old man never cares about the red dust, just because regardless of civilization, race, or country want to progress and develop, contradictions and strife are indispensable, but it does not mean that he will stand by and watch when he encounters great evil. ”

Then he turned his head to the locust tree spirit and said, "These evil monks will be handed over to you to deal with."

However, please leave their souls behind, the old man is useful. ”

"The concubine obeys the decree of the old immortal. The locust tree bowed.

Zhou Fan nodded, beckoned Dao Xuan and walked out.

At the same time, he flew to support the trace, but he saw that the books in the scripture pavilion of Lanruo Temple and the pilgrims who knelt on the ground flew out and landed in the open space outside the gate of Lanruo Temple.

"Demon, do you think you're gone? The withered ginseng shouted, "Prajnaparami, the king of merit Buddha, the brocade subdued the demons." ”

I saw that the silk red and gold silk robe on the withered ginseng's body was growing in the wind, exuding red glow, and covered Zhou Fan and Dao Xuan's heads.

Zhou Fan's footsteps towards him did not stop at all, and he stretched out his finger to the robe.

Back to the wind!

Soaring blue flames burst out from his fingertips, piercing the robe and shooting straight into the sky.

The robe was instantly vaporized by high temperatures, leaving only a few drops of gold dripping to the ground.

Zhou Fan slightly agitated the majestic mana in his body, and a terrifying coercion enveloped the entire backyard under Zhou Fan's control.

"Gollum ......"

More than a dozen Buddhist monks broke out in cold sweat, subconsciously swallowing their saliva, as if they had met a natural enemy, watching Zhou Fan and the two leave, not daring to move.

This is the power of legend!

After the tea time, Zhou Fan and Dao Xuan had already walked out of Lanruo Temple.

As soon as their hearts moved, these pilgrims outside seemed to have fallen into an evil spirit, and walked down the mountain with blank eyes.

At this time, the coercion has been withdrawn by Zhou Fan, and no matter who looks at it, Zhou Fan is just a skinny old man.

"Escape ......," Dry Ginseng trembled.

After that, a group of Buddhist monks flew into the sky and fled in all directions.

"Uncles, don't leave us behind!"

"Master, bring bitterness. ”

......

"Where to escape, today is the death period of your bald donkeys!" The mana incarnation of the locust tree spirit turned back to its original woman's appearance, and said with a hideous face.

I saw that the branches of the locust tree began to swell, and the branches were as soft as vines, piercing the Buddhist monks who fled in all directions.

Every Buddhist monk exerts his full strength to perform the Dharma, and his speed is increased to the extreme.

There is also a terrifying power here, and it would be death to stay.

"Puff ....."

A series of piercing sounds rang out.

One by one, the slow-flying Buddhist monks were pierced by the branches of the locust tree, and in the blink of an eye, the flesh and blood were devoured and turned into a dried corpse.

The fastest flying was the withered ginseng, and at this moment, he knew that several of his fellow disciples behind him had died.

However, he did not look back, and now he has a chance to survive only by escaping.

He didn't dare to turn back and fight again, to face the powerful Zhou Fan.

Even if you become a monk of the Yuanjue Realm, you still can't change your cowardice.

It's fast, and it's going to fly out of Lanruo Temple right away.

"Bang!"

The withered ginseng felt like he had hit a ball of cotton, and he obviously thought it was nothing, but the cotton suddenly appeared with an extremely strong force and bounced himself back.

The withered ginseng was bounced to the ground, and when I looked up, my heart instantly cooled.

I don't know when, the cyan barrier enveloped the entire Lanruo Temple.

Dead!

"Hahahaha......" Withered Ginseng laughed nervously, turning to face the incoming locust branches.

"Prajnaparamita, Vajra Protector, King Ming does not move. ”

Withered ginseng is afraid of death, even if this move can only last for a while.

But...... What if, in case that power doesn't bother to make a move, maybe he will let himself live.

"Ding"

The branch pierced the shadow of the Buddha and returned in vain.

The withered ginseng only felt that a small half of the Buddha power in his body was consumed in an instant.

How can it be......

This locust tree spirit is a monster comparable to the empty realm (Mahayana period).

Finished......

Seeing that the withered ginseng had blocked his attack, the locust tree stretched out more than ten branches and pumped towards the Buddha shadow.

"Bang Bang Bang ......"

The Buddha power of the withered ginseng is rapidly consumed, and with every blow it takes, the Buddha shadow will show signs of blurring.

In the blink of an eye, all the Buddhist monks were slaughtered by the locust tree spirit and drained of their flesh and blood.

The temple of Lanruo Temple was hammered by the locust tree spirit, and there were ruins and broken walls everywhere.

Ordinary monks without Buddha power would have died long ago from the aftermath of the battle.

The Buddha power of withered ginseng is also about to bottom out.

Suddenly, the shadow of the Buddha vanished, and a huge branch whipped with a sharp sonic boom.

"Wait!" withered snorted.

The momentum of the branches stopped.

"Bald donkey, I thought you were just helping to abuse, and you didn't personally harm people's lives, and the concubine gave you a chance to say your last words. "The locust tree spirit incarnated in the air and floated above the head of the withered ginseng, condescendingly.

The corner of the withered ginseng's mouth left a trace of scarlet, and he said abruptly: "The little monk just wants to ask...... Donor, do you think that when Nie Shizhu died, he hated the little monk?"

"Hahahaha......" the locust tree spirit looked up to the sky and laughed, and her body changed to the appearance of the girl just now, "I can't wait to eat your flesh!"

"Poof. ”

The twig thrust into the heart of the withered ginseng.

Dry ginseng's eyes widened, his face was incredulous, and then he said three words with a gloomy expression, "I'm sorry." ”