Dead pigs are not afraid of boiling water!

The monk is in such a state at the moment.

Although his expression was very serious, he sat cross-legged and cultivated, and his mouth was chanting words, as if he was chanting Buddhist scriptures. However, Xiao Yang could see from the shape of his mouth, this wine-flesh-colored monk kept muttering, "Fight, fight, if you have the ability, you will kill the poor monk." ”

Wisps of golden light bounced out, and at this moment, the monk was as if everything was inviolable, and he couldn't beat the Lord Jianxiang anyway, so he simply didn't bother to do it.

Everyone present was dumbfounded.

When he saw that the water arrow that shot out of the water could not get close to this monk at all, he was even more shocked, and his eyes were all focused on the golden robe that the monk had added out of thin air.

"That's ......"

"Golden cicada robe!" In the dark, the monks of Wutai Mountain exclaimed one by one, their expressions couldn't suppress the frenzy of the moment, staring at the robe, extremely excited, their lips trembling, "The treasure of Buddhism, the golden cicada robe, actually fell into the hands of a down-and-out disciple of Jiuhua Mountain." ”

"It's just a tyrannical thing, this kind of treasure should be my Wutai Mountain."

"It can be called a defensive artifact, with this robe on your body, unless you are higher than this little monk's ever-changing or even stronger strength, you will have a chance to break it."

The people in the shadows were extremely excited, and their eyes couldn't suppress their greedy looks.

When people in Buddhism see the golden cicada robe, it is like a person from a dragon protection family sees a psychic soldier.

"Yaga!"

At this moment, the monarchs of the island countries angrily launched a storm-like intensive attack on the monk, and under the roaring impact, there was no effect, and the wisps of golden light diffused from the golden cicada's robe were still so sacrosanct.

The pupils of the Lord of Jianxiang shook again and again, looking at the robber who was helpless in front of him, the anger in the eyes of the Lord of Jianxiang rose, and he raised a huge tree on the ground, raised it high, and fell heavily.

Bang!

The giant tree was reduced to debris in an instant, but the monk under the protection of the golden cicada's robe was unharmed.

"This monk ...... It's too rebellious. ”

In the world of the [Ancient Flood and Famine], Xiao Yang was dumbfounded, half loud, and glanced at the island monarchs around him who gritted his teeth and were full of unwillingness, "This is the rhythm of not losing money if you want to be angry." ”

"I don't believe it, I can't help you." Jianxiang Maharaja roared angrily, one after another fierce attacks bombarded towards the monk of Jianxiang, in the indiscriminate bombardment, the monk opened his eyes, looking at the Lord of Jianxiang with innocence, that look, how simple.

In the eyes of Jianxiang Dagong, he was angry, and a large mouthful of blood spurted out.

I'm mad at me!

I'm mad at me!

Jianxiang Maharaja's attack was crazy, but he couldn't help the golden cicada robe in front of him, this feeling of aggrieved made him crazy! A guy who looks like a thousand things is sitting in front of him, watching himself attack desperately as if he was watching a play, but he is unharmed.

"Let me come." A deep voice rang out.

Sixty-three changes in the image, the strongest man present, Sano, finally couldn't help but make a move, his eyes were shining with a cold cold light, and a huge blade in his hand suddenly rose up, and slashed directly at the head of the monk......

Everyone seemed to be able to see that the monk was split into two pieces, and his flesh and blood flew sideways.

Sonor!

The still golden aperture rose and slammed into the blade.

The figure of Sano Maharaja was shocked back a few steps instead.

There was an uproar.

"Anitabha." In the fierce battle before the monk, the strength was really too much, just after a burst of pranayama, he recovered seventy-seven-eighty-eight, and immediately the figure jumped up, the golden robe on his body looked sacred, and suddenly he laughed, and the figure flashed to the side, "Luohan fist!" ”

Rumble! Rumble!

The figures of the two great monarchs were immediately bombarded and flew to the ground.

Blood stained the night.

"Yaga!" Sano Maharaja roared and rushed forward, slashing at him with a horizontal sword.

Feel this manic blade, the monstrous resentment of Sano Maharaja.

The figure of the monk stopped, and very obediently withstood the attack.

After the prince of Sano was shaken open by the golden aperture, the figure of the monk moved again, and in a bang, another prince of the island country fell in a pool of blood.

Burst!

Xiao Yang, who was in the [Ancient Flood Desolation] World Realm, couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"What a strange way of fighting." Xiao Yang hugged his belly and laughed regardless of his image, "This monk who has opened up." ”

"Wow wow! Howl howl! When the Maharaja of Kensho and Sano attacked him repeatedly, he stayed very honestly and allowed to attack, however, when the attack of the two had stopped, the attack of the monk would immediately descend on the Maharaja of another island country.

"Shameless!"

"Despicable!"

"You have the ability to fight with me in a dignified manner!"

The roar of the quack shook through the sky, and the monk didn't understand it at all, blinking his eyes at the Sano Maharaja who was once again shocked back by the golden light, his figure suddenly flashed to one side, and the Vajra wand in his hand suddenly reappeared, sweeping through thousands of armies, destroying and destroying for a while.

"You...... Burst!! After Sano Maharaja's chest shook violently, he was finally angry with a burst of blood, and his eyes stared at this hateful but helpless robber as if he was about to breathe fire, and Sano Maharaja felt that he was about to go crazy, clenching his fists.

"Damn fellow."

Many of the maharajas present were so frightened by this monk that they didn't dare to stay any longer, and after one person fled in surprise, the rest of them rushed to leave.

This robber can't be provoked at all.

Except for Kensho and Sano, the others are not his opponents at all.

What's more, now he is still as unbreakable as if he is wearing a turtle shell.

"Don't run, don't run." The monk was anxious, looking at the backs and heartbroken, "You all ran away, where else can I pick soft persimmons." ”

Under the darkness of the night, there were only two people left, the Broken Sword Sect's Jianxiang Dajun and Sano Dajun.

The chest rises and falls rapidly.

The three of them stared.

Hit, can't score, doesn't hurt.

Go, unwilling, difficult to swallow resentment.

"Hey, whether you want to fight or not, say something." The monk muttered, dropped a sentence and turned to leave, "Don't beat me and leave." ”

Looking at the back of the monk Yuyu, the two Broken Sword Sect Lords were anxious and hateful, and with a roar, the Lords of Jianxiang still couldn't help but attack again, bombarding the past like a storm, using all their strength.

However, with his strength, it was impossible to break through the defenses of the golden cicada's robe.

After a moment, he stopped his attack and gasped for air.

The eyes of the monk looked over with great concern, "Are you tired?" ”

Burst!

Lord Jianxiang couldn't help but spurt out another mouthful of blood, and roared angrily, at this moment, Lord Jianxiang even had an urge to die in his heart.

If you don't crash to death, you might be!

"The little guy in Jiuhua Mountain, it's not a shallow opportunity."

At this time, seeing that the monk was about to leave, the monk led by Master Xuantian in Wutai Mountain, which was hidden in the shadows, finally couldn't hold it back, and his figure swept out, blocking the way of the monk.

"It's a monk!"

In the direction of the Nagoya Shrine, the bodies of several hidden Emperor Guards were shocked, and one of them hurriedly said in a deep voice, "Hurry up and report that there is a monk at the foot of the mountain!" ”

Morishita Shanggong has given a death order, and it is necessary to search for the monk who appeared in the island country during this time.

Especially from the Oriental Yanhuang.

"Master Xuantian of Wutai Mountain?"

Monk Yuyu's face changed suddenly, and his figure almost subconsciously took a few steps back.

The ease of his eyes disappeared for a moment, replaced by a solemnity.

The name of Master Xuantian was heard by the monk when he was in Jiuhua Mountain. Master Xuantian has at least the strength to transform hundreds of times, and it is easy for such a strong person to break his golden cicada robe.

Master Xuantian chuckled at the corner of his mouth, "Ani Buddha Buddha, I didn't expect the junior of Jiuhua Mountain to recognize the poor monk." In this case, the poor monk will not say more, little monk, would you like to join Wutai Mountain? Poor monks can take you as a disciple. ”

Hearing this, the monk raised his eyebrows lightly, "Master Xuantian, you know that I am a disciple of Jiuhua Mountain!" ”

"Jiuhua Mountain?" Master Xuantian's eyes did not hide his contempt at all, "A down-and-out Jiuhua Mountain is no longer qualified to be listed as one of the four great Buddhist holy places alongside our other three mountains. Little monk, with your qualifications, you can become my core disciple of Wutai Mountain, a hundred times stronger than staying in Jiuhua Mountain. ”

"It's a pity, I'm not interested in the senior." The monk sighed and spoke.

"Little four?" Master Xuantian was stunned.

"Wutai Mountain, Jiuhua Mountain, compared with five and nine, isn't it the fourth child." The monk glanced at Master Xuantian, "Could it be that your math was taught by the abbot?" ”

"Yes...... Darn! Master Xuantian nodded almost subconsciously, and immediately reacted, glaring and scolding angrily, the cold light in his eyes flashed, "Little monk, you don't know how to lift." ”

"Yaga!"

At this time, the Lord of Jianxiang couldn't help but scold angrily, his eyes stared coldly at these monks who suddenly appeared, from the appearance to the present, he even ignored the two of his Broken Sword Sect at all, and suddenly couldn't help but raise a tree and swept towards several monks fiercely!

"The grasshopper shakes the tree." The corners of Master Xuantian's mouth raised a burst of disdain, the Buddha bead in his hand flew, and in an instant, there was a bang in the air, the giant tree was shaken back, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of Jianxiang Dajun, and the figure flew out dozens of meters away, and fell down with a bang.

Gasp!

The face changed suddenly!

Step on! Step on! Step on!

Sano Maharaja stepped back again and again, staring at the few monks in front of him with a hint of horror.

The heart trembled.

"I don't know how to lift?" At this time, the monk shook his head and smiled lightly, "It's not impossible for me to join Wutai Mountain, but there is a condition." ”

"On what terms?" Master Xuantian immediately spoke.

To be able to let a brilliant genius of the Buddhist Sect with the Vajra Wand and the Golden Cicada Robe join Mount Wutai is simply a dream thing.

As long as the monk's request is not excessive, Master Xuantian will agree.

"It's simple." The monk said solemnly, "The name Wutai Mountain is not good, if it is changed to Liutai Mountain, I will definitely join the monk." ”

Liutai Mountain?

Master Xuantian looked stunned......

The monk scratched his head shyly, "Because...... Monks like juniors! ”