Hearing the bell ringing, everyone looked towards the bell tower located at the top of the Hanging Temple, not knowing what was happening, while Fajiang shouted loudly: "Fahai, go and show me who is ringing the bell indiscriminately." Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info"

A monk who was as thin as a bamboo pole answered, and then led a group of monks and soldiers to the outside.

And as soon as these people left, the monk Wufa was actually ready to make a ruthless attack on Mandu Latu, holding a small two-inch-long Zen staff in his hand high and smashing it towards the head of Mandu Latu, who was desperately struggling.

Seeing that he was about to smash Mandu Latu in pairs. At this time, someone held up the murder weapon.

Master of the Yellow River.

Master Huanghe, who had been watching coldly, couldn't bear it anymore after all, grabbed Monk Wu Fa's arm, so that he couldn't take another inch, and then stared at Fajiang and said: "These people are the monks of the Hanging Temple, you and my relatives, and this is how you are in charge of the Hanging Temple?" ”

Faced with Master Huanghe's sudden attack, Fa Jiang did not seem afraid.

He squinted at the previous Elder of the Inheritance, and said with a smile: "Then please teach me how to deal with this kind of traitor who eats inside and crawls outside and colludes with other places?" ”

Master Huang He waved his hand suddenly. The monk Wu Fa fell behind at once.

He lifted Mandu Rathu up.

Master Huang He looked at Fa Jiang and said, "According to what you say, these people were found by you from my Lifeng Tunnel, and I am also a traitor who colluded with outsiders?" ”

Fa Jiang laughed and said It stands to reason that Uncle Shi, your seniority and status are very high, and I can't say anything, but since you admit it yourself, then it's no wonder that the disciple is selfless......

As he spoke, he suddenly raised his right hand and shouted, "Chant the mantra!" ”

As soon as the words fell, around the main hall, a strange spell suddenly came, and I looked up, but saw that in the four directions of south, east, west, and northwest, there was actually a bald man covered with white patterns.

They sat cross-legged and chanted the sutra incessantly.

It's like someone playing Buddha music on a stereo. Between the buzzing sounds, one overlapping and one overlapping, overlapping and overlapping, overlapping into a sound wave, enveloping the entire hall.

In such an atmosphere, Master Huang He's steps suddenly became unsteady, and after a while, he took two steps back, and the man and Mandu Latu got down to the ground together, and with him fell with a dozen or so very old monks in the crowd.

Master Huang He felt that the world was spinning, stabilized his spirit a little, looked at Fa Jiang with a stunned face, and said in disbelief: "What are you?" ”

Fa Jiang stepped forward and said with a flat expression: "Bliss Mantra, it can resonate with a certain substance in your body, so that all your cultivation will burn in an instant and turn into a perception - after this matter, your realm will be greatly improved, the only pity is that you at this moment will not be able to move......"

Master Huang He said angrily: "You brute, you actually poisoned the food!" ”

Fa Jiang didn't think it was a pestle at all, and nodded in greeting: "Thank you Uncle Ancestor for the compliment." ”

And at this moment, the person standing by the window shouted, "Oh no. The Heavenly King's Hall is on fire......"

With this exclamation, some people exclaimed one after another, and the Daxiong Treasure Hall, the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, the Thousand Buddha Palace, Tallinn and Guanghui Nunnery all ignited flames.

The people in the main hall located on the wall of the thousand caves were immediately restless, and some people wanted to go out to put out the fire, but at this time, they were stopped by the people of Mingjing Pavilion. Wu Fa shouted hysterically: "Don't move, the enemy is doing bad at this time, don't fall for their tricks, you wait here quietly, we have someone to deal with it......"

Although the monks in the Hanging Temple eat fasting and chant Buddha every day, they are not all fools, seeing this situation, many people also understand the rights and wrongs of this.

Knowing this, naturally there are also bloody men, and someone yelled at the white and fat monk Wufa: "You scum, the Hanging Temple is about to be destroyed in your hands......

This shout immediately sparked public anger, and more than a dozen hard-headed monks rushed towards Monk Wu Fa and the Mingjing Pavilion personnel around him, while others ran towards the corridor outside the hall.

As soon as the two sides pushed and stopped, there was an immediate clash, and chaos was everywhere.

Nafajiang doesn't care about the surroundings. Instead, he turned around and rushed towards us.

I could feel the murder in his eyes.

It's a pity that at this moment, I was made strong by the bundle of fairy ropes, and I couldn't use any breath, and at this moment, suddenly a shadow appeared in front of me. The edge of my hand moved, but it was the rope that cut into my hand.

The person who came was Yun Moqian.

The mechanism that she appears in is a Western inheritance, and she will not be bound by the immortal rope, but unfortunately the knife in her hand is not sharp, and she can't cut the immortal rope.

I saw the Fajiang turn into a whirlwind. rushed suddenly, and Yun Moqian was not able to untie the rope, so he jumped suddenly and dodged to the side, only to see Fa Jiang punch a huge pillar behind me, the force was very great, and it was transmitted to the building, but it made the entire hall shake and tremble.

Rumble......

Dust was falling, and at that moment, a man suddenly appeared behind me. I subconsciously wanted to dodge, but the man whispered, "Don't move, I know the solution to the immortal rope." ”

I looked around, but saw that this person was a small monk wearing a black monk's robe.

Wearing a black monk's robe, it should be a person from Mingjing Pavilion. However, after hesitating for a second, I didn't move away.

At this time, Yun Moqian fought with Fa Jiang and tried to entangle him.

I believe that there are always wise people in the Hanging Temple, and it is impossible for them all to be blinded, but this time I was right, the little monk rushed behind me and hurriedly untied the immortal rope for me.

This thing has a whole set of methods, and he is in a hurry, and he seems very nervous.

I watched Yun Mo retreat. And a dozen or so black-robed monks rushed towards us, and some people shouted to stop him, saying Baoshan, stop it, don't you want to live?

At this time, I couldn't help but ask, "Why?" ”

The little monk Baoshan said without hesitation: "For the sake of the Hanging Temple......"

For the Hanging Temple!

If there is a reason, it is for the sake of the Hanging Temple-regardless of identity, regardless of ability, he is the same as those monks who struggle to escape outside, or rise up to resist the people of Mingjing Pavilion, because they are full of the most enthusiastic love for the Hanging Temple, so at this moment, regardless of their lives, they chose to take action.

When he said this. The iron monk's stick was only a few dozen centimeters away from me and him.

Click......

Untied, at the moment when the rope was released, I felt that the power of the ban suddenly surged from my heart to the hundreds of bones in my body at that moment.

It's like the moment of a volcanic eruption.

I made a shot.

I looked forward to this moment for I don't know how long, so the moment I pulled out the Crusader blood knife from the peach blossom fan. I had an inexplicable feeling.

All is vanity, but only power endures.

Swish!

With a single sword, I cut off the five iron monk's sticks in front of me, and then this knife turned around and wiped off the neck of one person.

See blood.

This was not the end, and then I slammed into the crowd, forced the abusive guy back three or two times, turned around and slashed down.

This knife slashed at the old ghost's immortal rope without a difference.

This rope is extremely tough, even if I cut it at the top of my game. But only a thin line was drawn, but I was not discouraged, and my left hand turned into a sword finger and slapped it on my forehead.

Yat-sen knife.

A stream of light shot out from the scar on my forehead, and then landed on the rope again.

The Yixian knife is tied to the fairy rope. The bundle of immortal ropes was defeated.

Yes......

The old ghost who broke free from the immortal rope roared suddenly, like a tiger out of the cage, and rushed towards the dying Yun Moqian.

Although he told me that he didn't really like the gift I had prepared for him, in fact, he gave me the feeling of being a little secretive, obviously caring, but pretending to be indifferent.

Bang!

The palm of the old ghost and Fa Jiang introduced this incident to the highest chao, and a blasting air stream blew out in all directions from the place where the two of them had struck. Many people had some difficulty even standing in such a strong wind, and they fell one after another, and at this time I struck again, and cut the rope of the blind old man.

As soon as the rope was broken, the blind old man immediately stood up, first rushed to the side of Master Huanghe and Mandu Latu, checked their injuries, and then shouted to me: "Wang Ming, you take care of them, and I will take care of the black relics." ”

He was just about to leave. At this time, the master of the Yellow River, who was paralyzed on the ground, suddenly said loudly: "Defend the Daxiong Treasure Palace, guard there!" ”

The Great Hall of Majesty?

The blind old man was shocked, and without any hesitation, he flew up with an arrow step. Immediately under his shoulder blades, a pair of fleshy wings suddenly grew, and then flew out of the hall.

Master Huang He is a former generation of Gong elders, and he naturally knows something about the black relics, and he said that if he guards the Daxiong Treasure Palace, then the black relics must be hidden in the Daxiong Treasure Hall.

I knew it in my heart, but then I heard the old ghost roar angrily: "You grandson, don't go!" ”

I turned my head suddenly, but I saw that after a few rounds of fighting with the old ghost, although he was not defeated, he also had no fighting spirit, and the person moved to a few positions next to him, and the person actually disappeared into the darkness.

There was chaos in the main hall, after a short confrontation just now, more than a dozen corpses fell in the hall, and there were not many people in Mingjing Pavilion, and after being beaten by the group, they all retreated outside.

I carried the blood knife and rushed to the entrance of the main hall, but I saw that the plank road leading to the temple was actually destroyed, and a bunch of people blocked the steps on this side, not allowed to advance.

I turned around suddenly, looked left and right, saw no main characters, and looked up in anger.

I targeted the bald heads who were chanting incantations in the four corners of the main hall.