Listening to Mo Yao's explanation that it is better to live than to die like this, there was a disapproving look on his face, and he shook his head and said: "Master Mo Shi's words are wrong, although Uncle Ming Dian is closed to the six senses, but he is born with magic power, my Daning Temple accepts guests from all over the world, if there are demons and demons mixed in the mundane, come to my temple to make trouble, although we are not afraid, but the enemy is dark and I am bright, it is inevitable to be troublesome, Uncle Ming Dian has no sense of everything in everything, but he was born to be able to see all the magic breath, with him guarding the door here, there will be no demon characters mixed into Daning Temple to make trouble." The disciples of the younger generation in our temple secretly explained that Uncle Dian's master was the reincarnation of the demon subduing Arhat, and everyone respected him very much. ”

While the four of them were talking, they had come to Ming Dian, and they were about to pass by him, but they saw Ming Dian's sudden shout, and the demon pestle in his hand turned into a piece of golden light, and smashed down on Mo Yao's head!

Mo Yao never expected that this Mingdian monk, who was almost no different from a stone man, would suddenly make a move on him, only to see that the demon-descending pestle fell like a heavenly pillar, turning into a golden light and hitting his head, before the pestle arrived, the strong wind had already cut his face like a knife. Seeing that this demon pestle came so quickly, she knew that it was too late for the sacrificial magic weapon to resist, so she flashed to the left at the moment, hoping to avoid the key point of the top gate. Who knew that Mingdian's smash was as fast as lightning, but he could still change his move halfway, and the golden light slashed in the air, turning a direct hit into a sweep, and smashed it towards her waist. Mo Yao got this gap, and had already waved his hand to sacrifice the Cold Moon Burial Flower Soul Artifact, and the petals flew up from the basket, forming a wall of flowers, blocking her in front of her.

At this time, Ye Lan had also come back to his senses, and hurriedly shouted: "Monk, what are you doing!" The white light in his hand flashed, and the ebony fan turned into a snow-colored long whip, and went straight towards the demon pestle. When he saw this blow, he was afraid that Mo Yao's flower wall would not be able to resist it, so he wanted to wrap the pestle with a long whip and pull it back to reduce the impact of the flower wall.

The long whip touched the demon pestle, and it circled the pestle several times, wrapping it tightly. Ye Lan didn't hesitate, stepped on the lunge, mobilized his whole body's strength, and pulled it back violently. The demon-descending pestle was pulled by the snow-colored long whip, but it didn't stop at all, and still hit the flower wall with a bang. Ye Lan only felt a strong force coming from the whip, and couldn't help but exclaim, and the whole person, together with the long whip in his hand, was pulled up by the demon pestle, and crashed straight into the petals scattered in the sky.

Mo Yao gathered flowers into a wall, suddenly felt the Zhenyuan earthquake, the flower wall collapsed, she only said that after the flower wall was broken, the demon pestle would break through the wall, and when she gritted her teeth, she picked up the cold moon shovel and slashed forward, and when the shovel reached the halfway, she saw that it was Ye Lan who was flying in front of her. She exclaimed, and in the midst of the danger, her arm was quickly retracted, and the cold moon shovel was withdrawn. She closed too violently this time, Zhenyuan reversed, stumbled under her feet, and almost fell, so she had to stabilize her body, Ye Lan's body had already flown in, and the two of them collided, and both rolled to the ground.

Ye Lan saw that he and Mo Yao's strength, combined with the power of the two major artifacts of the Cold Moon Burial Flower Soul and the Xuan Bing Fire Fan, still couldn't withstand the blow of this demon subduing pestle, and he couldn't help but be shocked in his heart. Hearing the sound of the wind above his head, he knew that the demon pestle had hit again, and he didn't think about it at the moment, so he suddenly opened his arms and pressed Mo Yao firmly under him, hoping to block this earth-shattering blow with his flesh and blood.

In fact, with the power of this demon pestle, if Ye Lan is successful, Mo said that he will be shattered, and Mo Yao under him will also be shattered, and he will not escape the doom after all. But when he was in this critical situation, he really couldn't think of any other way.

Lying on Mo Yao's body, waiting for the giant pestle to add to his body, he suddenly felt that the wind above his head had stopped, and there was no pain on his body. He didn't know what was going on, but he was still protecting Mo Yao, not daring to look back, but he heard Mo Yao say urgently: "Hurry up, what is like this!"

Ye Lan only felt that his chest was soft, his heart fluttered, and his face turned red. But he was still afraid that Ming Dian would make another move, so he only supported his upper body with his arms, and when he looked back, he saw that Zhengyi stretched out one arm and had caught the demon pestle in his hand.

This Ming Dian's blow broke through the two major artifacts, the magic power is so strong, I am afraid that it has reached the realm of chaos, this righteous intention can actually stop this blow empty-handed, then its cultivation is afraid that it is no longer under the heads of the twelve major sects of the righteous path, but he is just a monk of the Orthography generation in Daning Temple, how can this be?

He was confused, stretched out his hand to help Mo Yao, stood up with her, and asked her, "It's not hurt, is it?"

Mo Yao shook his head slightly, and then an angry look appeared on his face, and he rebuked Zhengyi: "I don't know what the little woman offended this Master Mingdian, but told him to kill him as soon as she came up!"

Zhengyi has been looking calm since he met the three of them, and at this time, his face also showed a look of panic and nervousness, one hand was still tightly grasping the demon pestle, and he didn't dare to let go at all, at this time, seeing Mo Yao asking, he couldn't help but stumble and said: "This ...... , this, why is Uncle Mingdian like this, the little monk really can't touch the half-hearted. ”

Ming Dian's move was too fast, not to mention that it was a group of ordinary people worshipping Buddha inside and outside the hall, even Su Wan was not cultivating enough, and she only saw a piece of golden light in her eyes, and she didn't know what happened. When the golden light dissipated, I saw the petals falling from the sky, and the colorful volleys were flying in the air, which looked very good, but Ye Lan and Mo Yao fell to the ground inexplicably. She didn't know why, but when she saw that the two of them were fine, she frowned and asked, "Senior sister, ...... you What's wrong with you?"

Mo Yao didn't answer, and saw that the petals were floating in the air, so he stretched out his hand and took back the petals in the sky into the flower basket. The sight of such colorful petals appearing and disappearing out of thin air is extremely magical in the eyes of ordinary people, and several people shouted: "The Heavenly Maiden scatters flowers! The Buddha has appeared, and our wish will definitely be fulfilled!"

This is the thought in everyone's hearts, and everyone's hearts are excited, and they are so excited that they burst into tears and prostrate more than once.

Seeing this scene, Mo Yao shook his head slightly, then turned his head to look at Zhengyi, and said lightly: "I didn't know that Master Zhengyi's cultivation was so strong, I don't know what level of the Chaos Realm the master is now?"

Zhengyi smiled embarrassedly, stretched out his left hand and scratched his bald head twice, and muttered: "Master Mo Shizhu said that he was laughing, the little monk's cultivation is shallow, and he barely reached the first layer of the Yuanying Realm after years of hard cultivation, and he is far from the master of the Chaos Realm, where can he say the first layer of the Chaos Realm?"

Ye Lan and Mo Yao heard him say this, their faces showed disbelief, Mo Yao was stunned for a while, frowned and said: "The monks don't speak, the master said that he is the first layer of the Yuanying Realm, I won't doubt it, but this matter is really incomprehensible." Fang Ming struck with a pestle, Brother Ye and I actually had no power to fight back, although the cultivation of the two of us was low, but a few days ago, we also easily killed a few demons from the second layer of the Rakshasa Pavilion Yuan Infant Realm. With the strength of the two of us, it is expected that the monks of the third or even fourth layer of the Shangyuan Infant Realm will be able to take a few moves. It can be seen from this that Master Mingdian's cultivation must be in the Chaos Realm

Above. And Master, you can take over Master Mingdian's earth-shattering pestle with one hand, and it is obvious that your cultivation is even higher than him. The reason for this is really confusing, I wonder if the master can explain a thing or two to us?"

Zhengyi was still holding the demon pestle with one hand, and he didn't dare to let go at all, he sighed, pointed at Ming Dian with his left hand, and said to Mo Yao: "Master Mo, please see." ”

The three of them followed his fingers and looked at Ming Dian, only to see that his palms were clenched, the muscles on his arms were knotted, and the green tendons were bulging, obviously pulling back with luck. It's just that no matter how hard he tried, this demon-descending pestle was as if it was cast in the palm of Zhengyi's hand, and he couldn't pull it even a bit.

Ye Lan and Mo Yao glanced at each other, and they both saw the incomprehension in each other's eyes, and they understood the intentions of the two, smiled bitterly, and said slowly: "I just told the three donors that I, the master of Mingdian, was born with an incomplete mind, not blind and unable to see things, deaf and unable to hear and hear, he is not able to hear, and naturally he will not be able to practice this sect of Buddhism. It is because although he is a high-ranking monk of the Ming generation, he does not know the slightest bit of his own master's magic. ”

"Don't know how to do it?!" Ye and Mo both widened their eyes when they heard this, and they exclaimed at the same time.

Zhengyi nodded and said: "Yes, Master Mingdian doesn't have any magic powers, if he is right with other monks, he is just a mortal with greater strength, and naturally he can't compete with the monk's magic weapon Zhenyuan, but if it is against the demon monk, Uncle Mingdian will be strong when he encounters strength, and his mana is almost boundless." Ten years ago, the abbot of the door and the elders had something important to go out of the mountain together, somehow by the Rakshasa Pavilion to get the news, then take advantage of the temple master is not in the Buddha Ear Cliff, as far as the sixteen chaos realm masters in the door attacked, who knows that the demons have not yet mixed into the back mountain, it was discovered by the Ming Dian, the Rakshasa Pavilion demons together to fight the Ming Dian, the fight was earth-shattering, I and other Zhengzi disciples even stepped forward to help can not, the two sides only fought a stick of incense, there were four Rakshasa Pavilion Chaos Realm elders died under the Ming Dian's uncle's demon pestle, the demons saw that they could not please under the hands of the Ming Dian, so they had to return with a feather, after this battle, the Rakshasa Pavilion was greatly injured, and never came to the temple for ten years。 ”

Ye Lan and Mo Yao heard the righteous intention of talking about this past, and both of them thought that they had escaped from this monk who could fight sixteen Chaos Realm masters alone, and they couldn't help but feel a little numb. Ming Dian held the Demon Suppression Pestle with both hands, and still pulled it back with all his strength, hoping to take the Demon Descending Pestle back from Zhengyi's hands, Mo Yao saw this situation, he was scared in his heart, and said to Zhengyi in a trembling voice: "Master Zhengyi, you ...... , you have to hurry, don't let him take the demon pestle back.

Zhengyi nodded and said: "The two donors can rest assured, Uncle Mingdian has become a mortal without the slightest mana to the little monk, but he has more strength, but he can't break free from the palm of the little monk." ”

When Mo Yao heard this, he felt a little relieved, and then there was a confused look in his eyes, and he asked rightly: "The master said that your uncle can only give birth to magic power when he is in the demon clan, but I am obviously a disciple of Taixu, and I have never practiced the magic magic of the demon sect in my life, but how can I attract Master Mingdian to take action to subdue demons?"

Zhengyi glanced at her, his eyes flashed with suspicion, and then he said: "The reason for this, the little monk can't understand it." Why don't we go to the backyard first and see my master, Master Mingyuan, and ask him for guidance. ”