The sound was like thunder, running through heaven and earth, accompanied by a long roar, knocking on the eardrums of everyone in the hall. At this moment, many people even shook almost subconsciously, and their legs fell to the ground limply. The brain is buzzing and exploding!

Who's Gorao!!

The loud shout echoed in the hall, and in the blink of an eye, the sword in the distance was infinitely closer, with the sound of the fierce wind, breaking through the air.

Rumble!

The powerful sword qi fell straight down and bombarded the Buddha Dojo in the center of the main hall, detonating in an instant, stone chips flew and thick smoke rolled up.

Many people subconsciously closed their eyes, and when they opened them slowly, the smoke in front of them gradually disappeared, and the white clothes were better than the snow, and the sun was shining.

The tall body stood in the air, the black hair flew with the wind, the long body showed a powerful momentum, the eyes shone like stars, as if carrying a thousand feet of cold light, the thousand phoenix divine sword in his hand was shining, and the supreme aura of the divine sword seemed to solidify the entire space and freeze all the qi.

Xiao Yang, arrive at Jiuhua Mountain!

Without any pause, he rushed straight to the Ten Kings Peak and smashed the Dharma Meeting, like a king in the world.

The sword was unsheathed, and anger appeared.

"Who's Gorao!" Xiao Yang's voice fell again, with an icy coldness.

This sound broke the dead silence of the entire hall, and there was an uproar in an instant.

Many people subconsciously shuddered, their eyes faintly staring at the figure that broke through the sky, his undisguised momentum was terrifying.

"Is that him?" Master Xuanqing beside Master Xuankong exclaimed in surprise.

"Do you know this?" Master Xuankong lowered his voice, his eyebrows furrowed slightly, Xiao Yang's sudden appearance ruined his 'good deeds', and he was naturally unhappy.

Master Xuanqing said slowly, "In the island country, it was this son who joined forces with the monks of Jiuhua Mountain to make trouble in Nagoya, and finally the news of the loss of the [Bodhisattva Virgin Sutra] came out in the island country, which must be related to the two of them. It's just ......" Master Xuanqing frowned, "When he was in the island country, his strength didn't seem to be so strong. ”

"Humph!" Master Xuankong snorted coldly.

"Who's Gorao!" Xiao Yang's voice fell for the third time, and his tone became more and more indifferent each time, and everyone in the hall could hear it, this son came to find Wulao, but there was absolutely nothing good.

The comers are not good.

"Bold! Uncle Wulao's name is what you can call three times. A monk from Tianzhu Peak couldn't help but stand up and scold angrily, his eyes flashed with a round light, he was the first to stand up and defend Uncle Wulao, and he would definitely be reused by Uncle Wulao in the future.

Shout!

A sword shadow swept through like a phantom light.

A flash of lightning!

Everyone only felt that their eyes flickered, and there was a scream in their ears, and their eyes were cast over, and the monk who stood up and shouted was already full of blood, and on the ground, a tongue suddenly fell, and the monk's face screamed in pain and retreated, and finally fell to the ground with a bang.

Hiss!

Everyone gasped involuntarily, looking at Xiao Yang's eyes, they were even more jealous.

Unexpectedly, Xiao Yang was so ruthless!

They didn't know what to do, Xiao Yang thought in his heart about the life and safety of the monk, he had already piled up a lot of killing intentions, and the monk actually ran out and hit the muzzle!

Xiao Yang's eyes were like electricity, coldly sweeping everyone in Jiuhua Mountain, and finally, with everyone's subconscious aiming eyes, his eyes fell on the body of Monk Wulao.

Monk Wulao wondered in his heart at the moment, in his impression, he did not provoke such an enemy.

Could it be that the disciple of the enemy family is seeking revenge?

The other party came single-handedly, but the monk Wulao was not afraid, tidied up his robe, and took a step forward, "Ani Buddha Buddha, the poor monk Dharma name Wulao, I don't know ...... this young man"

"Old thief, it turned out to be you." Xiao Yang pointed at the tip of his sword, his eyes flashed with murderous intent, and he said slowly, "Hand over the Xuan." ”

Who's got it?

On the main hall, everyone in Jiuhua Mountain was subconsciously stunned.

Many people swept their eyes and immediately screamed.

"By the way, what about Senior Brother Yuyu?"

"That's right, hasn't he already rushed back to Jiuhua Mountain? It's impossible not to come to the Dharma Festival. ”

"This person came here for the sake of his junior brother, what happened?"

Among the people in Jiuhua Mountain, especially the third party who supported the abbot of Wuwu, they couldn't help but exclaim, and their eyes turned to Monk Wulao, their eyes full of questions.

When Xiao Yang said the word '尜尜', Monk Wulao's pupils couldn't help but subconsciously shrink.

I just started with the little monk last night, I don't know it, and I don't even alarm anyone in Jiuhua Mountain, how did I know about this son in front of me?

"Could it be ......" Monk Wulao thought of a possibility, perhaps, before Monk Yuyuan went to Tianzhu Peak last night, he informed this son in advance of the crisis of his trip, and ...... He also gave the [Bodhisattva Virgin Sutra] to this son. This can be explained by the fact that he would not be able to find the [Bodhisattva Virgin Sutra] himself, and this son came early in the morning to ask to see the monk.

"Who are you?" At this thought, Monk Wulao stared at Xiao Yang coldly, he would not let go of any opportunity to get the [Bodhisattva Virgin Sutra], even if the probability of the [Bodhisattva Virgin Sutra] on Xiao Yang was only 1 in 10,000, he would take Xiao Yang down.

Xiao Yang's eyes narrowed coldly, and the cold light flickered, "I'll ask again, where is it!" ”

"That's right, Senior Brother Wulao, why didn't you see your nephew?"

The one who spoke was Master Wuqin, the abbot of Qixian Peak, who belonged to the party that resolutely supported the abbot of Wuwu, and the monk was the most parent-child brother of the abbot of Wuwu, and now the abbot of Wuwu was missing, and then he heard the news that the monk was missing, and he was also anxious.

A thought flashed through Monk Wulao's mind, and he immediately raised his head and said with a cold gaze, "Don't mention that criminal!" He is a traitor to our Jiuhua Mountain! ”

"What?" Everyone was shocked.

Monk Wulao's gaze swept over the people of the three holy mountains in the main hall, and said in a loud voice, "Master Xuankong just mentioned the [Bodhisattva Virgin Sutra], and I am ashamed to say that the [Bodhisattva Virgin Sutra] has indeed fallen into the hands of my Jiuhua Mountain. Pity...... Alas, the ugliness of the family should not be publicized, but now the poor monk has to say it. Monk Wulao said sadly, "Just last night, Abbot Wuwu's personal disciple, Monk Wuwu, stole the [Bodhisattva Virgin Sutra]!" The poor monk has sent people to search everywhere, but they still can't find the whereabouts of this traitor. ”

The audience was in an uproar!

Traitor! Stealing the [Bodhisattva Virgin Sutra]?

Master Xuankong and the others' expressions couldn't help but sink.

"You ......" Master Wuqin's eyes flashed with anger, "Senior Brother Wulao, pay attention to evidence in everything, don't spew blood!" ”

"Humph! What the poor monk saw with his own eyes, will there be a fake? Monk Wulao said coldly.

There was an uproar, and obviously, many people could not accept this fact.

"Now our first thing is to recover the [Bodhisattva Virgin Sutra]." Monk Wulao's gaze suddenly turned to Xiao Yang again, and said coldly, "Since you have an old relationship with Lu Dao, you must know the whereabouts of Lu Dao and Yu Yuan. Young man, could it be that you are asking you to test me? ”

Xiao Yang's gaze was indifferent to look at Monk Wulao's self-directed self-acting, half a ring, with a slight twist of his wrist, he picked up a sword flower.

"Old thief, you talk so much, to me, it's just a clown bouncing." Xiao Yang said with an indifferent face, "I only know that Lu Dao, the Yuan is already in your hands, you have two choices, one, hand over the Yuan, and two, I will hold it with a sword and hand it over." ”

"Humph! Ignorant boy who is not ashamed to speak. Monk Wulao looked sanctimonious and clasped his palms around, "Ani Buddha Buddha, everyone, I, Jiuhua Mountain, am going to deal with this son now, I hope you will avoid it first." ”

As soon as the words fell, suddenly, in all directions of the main hall, the figures of monks wearing Jiuhua Mountain robes rushed out quickly, boarded the Buddha dojo, and surrounded Xiao Yang's figures.

"The Arhat Formation!!" Monk Wulao's voice rang out.

Sou! Sou! Sou!

In an instant, the Dao figure activated, the momentum exploded and condensed, and a majestic and powerful force bombarded towards Xiao Yang.

Luohan Formation?

Xiao Yang's eyebrows lifted coldly, the sword light in his hand rose rapidly, his figure moved, his white clothes flashed, and the brilliance of the Thousand Phoenix Divine Sword exploded into the sky.

"The third style of the wind sword, the divine sword is like snow."

A sword came out of its sheath, and the snow fell out of thin air, baptizing the entire hall.

On the Buddhist dojo, patches of white snow flew under the shroud of sword light, forcing down towards the heads of many monks.

An invisible pressure overlays it.

The sword is like snow, and the sword is like ice.

With the potential for destruction.

Shout! Shout! Shout!

In just a few breaths, on the Buddha dojo, blood splashed out, accompanied by screams.

Bang!

Bang bang!

The sword vanished.

The white-clothed figure was still standing with a sword, and the more than a dozen Jiuhua Mountain monks who had laid down the Arhat Array were now all in a pool of blood.

Break through the formation with ease.

In this scene, no matter how determined Monk Rao is Wulao was, he couldn't help but shrink his pupils suddenly, and re-judged Xiao Yang's strength.

If he knew that Xiao Yang had made a big fuss about the Yi family in the capital a few days ago, I am afraid that his state of mind would not be as calm as it is now.

"Up!"

Several waves of monks rushed to the Buddha dojo one after another, but the results were all without exception, and they all fell in pools of blood.

The strong smell of blood floated in the air of the main hall, and the white clothes were never stained with a trace of dust, but the cold light in the eyes became more and more intense.

Rumble!

A sword provoked a figure and threw it in the direction of Monk Wulao.

Strong all the way.

Each sword is an understatement, yet deadly.

"What an unbeatable teenage genius." Master Xuankong couldn't help but marvel.

Monk Wulao's face was completely gloomy.

Sou! Sou!

At this moment, two figures swept from outside the main hall and landed on Xiao Yang's left and right.

Purple-clothed Xiao Jingyi, Tsing Yi Ye Sang.

"We searched all over a radius of ten miles, but we didn't find it." Ye Sangliu frowned lightly and spoke.

At this moment, the sword in Xiao Yang's hand bloomed with a violent light cold like the dawn sun, and a touch of sword qi directly shattered the ceiling of the main hall, smashing out a huge hole.

The entire hall shook a few times.

The reason why Xiao Yang was able to endure and deal with these monks of Jiuhua Mountain was because the second daughter was responsible for searching for the whereabouts of the monk Yuyuan, and now the news from the second daughter turned out to be that the monk could not be found.

At this moment, the anger in Xiao Yang's eyes exploded like a flood, and the whole person exuded a violent and cold aura like an ancient god and demon.

The sword is straight away!

"Old thief! If you don't hand it over, don't blame me...... Bloody Jiuhua Mountain!! ”