"Ah......" A female classmate suddenly let out a miserable scream when she was running through the ruins, and fell into the dust with a "bang" and never moved again.

Everyone was stunned, but fortunately, at this time, Ye Fan suddenly felt a burst of warmth from the Bodhi seed in his hand, and suddenly felt a lot more sober: "Hurry up, don't stay, as long as we return to the bronze coffin, it will be safe." ”

Of course, he didn't know whether it was safe or not, but he thought that since Ye Feng's companion was still there, it was much safer than here.

Hearing Ye Fan's words, everyone suddenly woke up to the fact that no one dared to investigate the situation of the female classmate, because a nearby classmate just now called for help, saying that there was a blood hole in her head, and it was basically impossible to save her.

"Ah......h

He didn't blink, his eyes were wide open, and the look of horror he had before he died was frozen there.

At this moment, many people were extremely frightened, and another classmate died suddenly, watching it, but he was powerless to stop it, and he didn't even know what killed him.

This time, no one dared to stay, everyone ran desperately, only hating their parents for missing two legs, and taking out all the strength to eat bread.

Running out for a long distance, looking back, those demons with broken walls and ruins like hideous shadows under the night sky, making people's hearts palpitate.

But before everyone had time to breathe, three screams sounded almost simultaneously, two male classmates and a female student fell to the ground one after another, the wound was still on the forehead, and the three identical blood holes were so shocking!

In just a few moments, five people have lost their lives, which makes everyone sad at the same time, their bodies are cold, their scalps are numb, maybe the next one will be their turn, and no one can be sure when their lives will end.

No one dared to stay, and no one dared to rescue, everyone ran wildly all the way, and only after entering the five-color altar did everyone breathe a sigh of relief.

It's just that after returning to the altar, everyone looked left and right, and found that there were almost no students left except for the students who had the Buddha treasure to protect them.

The rest of them were still protected by Ye Fan and Pang Bo, using their own Buddha treasures.

Originally, Ye Fan also wanted other students to stand up and protect more students who did not have Buddha treasures, but unfortunately, the selfishness of human nature was vividly manifested at this moment, and no one would put themselves in danger, even if there was only a slight possibility.

Ye Fan and his classmates were temporarily out of danger, gasping for breath and easing their mood.

At this time, Ye Feng was caught in a bitter battle.

Originally, Ye Feng thought that the crocodile ancestor suppressed under this temple had been suppressed for thousands of years, and even if he had the strength of the Great Sage, he was not at the peak now.

And he himself, holding the Zhuxian Sword, is a quasi-emperor soldier, even if Xiaoqian has not recovered his strength now, it is not something that a down-and-out great saint can resist.

You must know that even a quasi-emperor who suppresses the realm of generals does not dare to easily try the edge of the Immortal Sword.

However, Ye Feng obviously underestimated the general's feelings for humans, and also underestimated the hard skin of the crocodile ancestor.

If Ye Fan and the others were still present at this time, they would definitely be scared to death by the situation in Lei Yin Temple.

At this time, there is no longer a bit of solemnity and peace in the Great Leiyin Temple, but instead there is a dark demonic atmosphere.

"Roar.... ”

The roar of the crocodile ancestor had incredible power, and it seemed to be able to absorb people's souls, and the primordial gods of Ye Feng's saint realm all shook slightly.

The fierce and violent aura poured out from the ground, overwhelming Ye Feng like a tsunami.

The big demon who escaped from the ground of the great thunder, but the momentum that was naturally released was still unbearable, and his soul was trembling.

The evil qi was rolling and agitating, shaking the sky, and the sandstorm was instantly still because of it, where the demonic aura was monstrous, and the two lantern-like bloody eyes in the darkness stared at Ye Feng for a moment.

Ye Feng looked up and couldn't see its body clearly, where the black clouds were churning, obscuring the stars and the moon and shrouding the sky.

Although it didn't come close to the front, this kind of momentum of the Demon Ancestor was still not something that mortals could bear, but it was obviously not enough to rely on this breath to scare Ye Feng away.

"Crocodile Ancestor, since he has been suppressed by Shakyamuni for thousands of years, how good is it not to come out again to look for death?"

As Ye Feng spoke, he waved the Immortal Sword in his hand, and a golden light flashed into the black clouds.

Yes...

Roar...

First, there was a terrible scream, and then a roar that shook the heavens and the earth: "Who are you, why do you have imperial soldiers in your hands, how do you know that Shakyamuni suppressed me for a thousand years?"

The crocodile ancestor was surprised by Ye Feng's mysteries, and Ye Feng was even more shocked by the crocodile ancestor's hard crocodile skin.

The Zhu Immortal Sword struck with all its might, and it was actually worth the huge body of the Crocodile Ancestor, cutting a small opening of less than half a meter.

If it is on an ordinary person, a half-meter cut is enough to kill.

But for the huge body of the crocodile ancestor, which is not known to be long, this kind of opening is like an adult, and the finger has been accidentally cut by a nail clipper, and it has no effect except to make it feel pain.

Just this time, Ye Feng felt the difference between himself and this demon clan great sage.

Now, even if he goes all out and fights to the death, he is not necessarily the opponent of this crocodile ancestor who is not in peak condition.

The crocodile ancestor is not the same as the general, he does not seal his strength at all, but it is because the years of suppression are too long, and his strength is not at the peak.

But even so, with a single strength, he can still have the peak realm of the Saint King, and if he really fights, Yang Jian may not be able to kill it easily.

Thinking of this, Ye Feng flashed a black cloud with a golden light, looked at the Crocodile Ancestor, and said in a cold voice: "Crocodile Ancestor, have you forgotten the incident that the Buddha told you thousands of years ago?"

Crocodile Ancestor was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head in contemplation, and muttered in his mouth: "Boy, who are you? Holding the imperial soldiers, and knowing the secret things of Buddhism thousands of years ago, what are you... Ah, stinky boy, the ancestor has fallen for you. ”

The Crocodile Ancestor suddenly roared angrily, and it turned out that he raised his head suddenly, and found that Ye Feng had disappeared.

The moment Ye Feng lowered his head, he used the Vertical Golden Light Technique and rushed directly to the bronze coffin, he didn't have the heart to fight here.

The time and place are favorable, and people are not occupied, so why fight with others?

Quickly came to the front of the five-color altar, and at this time, at the five-color altar, the group of students were trembling.

The sound of the wind was like a ghost crying and howling, and the sand and stones blew on the light mask, making a thunderous sound, and even some sand and dust were blown in, and it was conceivable that the light mask was already very fragile and would disappear completely at any time.

Everyone was worried that if they fell out of the altar, they would be swept up into the sky by the storm immediately.

At this moment, a male classmate slowly moved from Liu Yunzhi, and suddenly grabbed the bronze ancient lamp in Ye Fan's hand, and pushed Ye Fan violently with the other hand, wanting to seize the bronze ancient lamp while pushing it out of the five-color altar.

Seeing that Ye Fan was about to suffer, Ye Feng entered the light shield with a golden light, came to Ye Fan's side, stretched out his hand and grabbed the boy's arm, and threw him directly into the sandstorm outside.