"Hades also wants to cover the sky, and his ambition is not small!"

Li Changhuan's gaze focused on Wang Xuba's body and muttered.

It wasn't until Wang Xuba and the others entered the side hall that Li Changhuan wanted to retract his gaze.

turned his head, but saw three monks suddenly walk out of the main hall, and they walked straight into the side hall, no one stopped them.

Seeing this, Li Changhuan couldn't help but ask, "Could it be that the monks in this temple are also from their group?" ”

Liu Daohe's face did not change and said: "Who do you think released the news of Yang Liang's treasures?" ”

"Yang Liang! That batch of treasures belonged to Yang Liang? Isn't it Yang Su's? Li Changhuan said in surprise.

Liu Daohe sighed and said, "It seems that you don't know anything, and Poor Dao suddenly regretted bringing you here." ”

Li Changhuan just wanted to ask, but when he heard Liu Daohe's face change, he said in a low voice: "Don't speak, someone is coming!" ”

Li Changhuan's ears moved, and he also heard the movement.

There was only one person who came, and he only heard the footsteps, only to hear him walk to a place about a foot away from Li Changhuan, and then stopped moving.

Before anyone saw it, he said first: "Amitabha, the two donors have a road not to go, sneakily hiding here, I don't know what I want?" ”

As soon as these words came out, Li Changhuan was taken aback, and he couldn't understand how the other party found out about them.

Isn't this person also a powerful character?

Seeing that there was no way to avoid it, Li Changhuan walked out, faced the middle-aged monk in front of him, and forced himself to calm down: "Hello master, we are looking for Gong's place, but this temple is too big, and I can't find the direction when I turn around." ”

The middle-aged monk said expressionlessly: "The donor knows that a person who often lies, after death, he will go to hell to pull out his tongue, and the little ghost will use iron tongs to pinch your tongue and pull it out alive, not at once, but slowly elongated, slowly pulled, until life is worse than death!" ”

Li Changhuan listened to what he said, and he almost believed it.

Fortunately, Li Changhuan has never believed in any ghosts and gods, and he doesn't believe in the set of twists and turns of Buddhism.

The only thing that I believe in, or am willing to believe, is the six realms of reincarnation.

He believes in the past and present lives, believes that good and evil will be rewarded in the end, and believes that one cause bears one effect.

As for those strange forces such as the eighteenth layer of hell, he has always scoffed at them and summarized them as nonsense.

At this time, Li Changhuan had already looked left and right, and saw that there was indeed only a middle-aged monk, and his arrogance suddenly rose a lot, and he said in a deep voice: "Master, although I am bold, I can't stand the fright, and please don't intimidate me, please don't intimidate me." ”

The middle-aged monk said: "The donor is a thief but not weak-hearted, it is not easy to have such a state of mind, but unfortunately no matter how well you cover it, you can't escape the eyes of the poor monk!" ”

As soon as the words fell, the middle-aged monk reached out and grabbed it, and the speed of the shot was staggering.

Li Changhuan had already taken precautions, and when the monk opened his last sentence, he sensed that something was wrong.

He secretly condensed his spiritual power and ran on his fist, and when the monk attacked, he condensed all his strength and smashed it out!

"Poof!" A mouthful of blood spurted out.

Li Changhuan took seven or eight steps back under the force, and a hot pain came from his chest.

When he looked up, he saw that the other party was standing still in place.

It seems, no damage at all?

Li Changhuan's face was like ashes, he really couldn't imagine that the punch he tried his best would be so vulnerable!

"Dao Chief!"

Li Changhuan knew that he was not an opponent, so he immediately turned his head to Liu Daohe for help.

Liu Daohe observed the details and said in a deep voice: "Don't worry, this old bald donkey is also injured, I can't imagine that you are so young, and your internal kung fu is so good!" ”

Li Changhuan was stunned for a moment, and took a closer look, but saw that the middle-aged monk's face was as pale as paper, his expression was strange, and he was silent.

It seems, is it a strong support?

"Poof!" Blood sprays the outlet.

The middle-aged monk took two breaths of air, and a pair of King Kong eyes locked on Li Changhuan with angry eyes, gritted his teeth and said, "Stinky boy, what kind of kung fu are you?" This punch almost cost Lao Gu's life! ”

Li Changhuan laughed and said: "My punch is called punching the old bald donkey!" ”

The middle-aged monk wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said angrily: "The stinky boy is looking for death, and the old man can't spare you today!" ”

Li Changhuan snorted coldly and didn't speak, not that he didn't want to speak, but that he was seriously injured and should not move rashly, even if he opened his mouth to speak.

Chest, it hurts so much!

The middle-aged monk seemed to see Li Changhuan's discomfort, and with a move of his footsteps, he shot out angrily, and he was fierce!

"Dao Chief!"

Li Changhuan almost shouted two words with a roar.

Liu Daohe seemed to have seen enough of the play, smiled slightly, raised his footsteps, and finally made a move!

If he doesn't make a move, he will be shocked.

I saw that it was as fast as a ghost, moving like a rabbit, and one jumped into front of the enemy.

The middle-aged monk only felt a flower in front of him, and a figure suddenly jumped out, and at the same time, a sharp pain suddenly hit his body.

"Bang!" There was a muffled sound.

The middle-aged monk had just eaten Li Changhuan's punch in the chest and received another punch.

This time, not only did he vomit blood, but his whole body flew upside down like a kite with a broken string, and then he fell the bluestone steps, blood spilled all over the ground, and the person did not move for a long time.

"Senior Brother Huiming! Come on! ”

I heard an exclamation in the distance, and suddenly many people gathered here.

Li Changhuan knew that it was the fighting here that was too loud and alarmed the other people in the temple.

"Brother Changhuan, take the first step in the poor road, take care of yourself!"

Liu Daoyi spoke, and suddenly jumped onto the roof as light as a swallow, and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

Li Changhuan was taken aback, this was the first time he had seen someone use such a superb light skill, and he jumped on the roof more than two zhang high with a random jump!

With this kind of light work, the world is so big, where can I not go?

You must know that masters with strong martial arts such as Li Jing and Hongfu have not seen them have such handsome and detached light skills.

This Liu Daohe, where is it sacred?

didn't have time for Li Changhuan to think about it, people in the temple came from all directions, and he became a turtle fish trapped in an urn on the spot.

Li Changhuan thought about whether to try to resist, but the sharp pain in his chest reminded him.

A seriously injured person should not move.

What's more, at this time, there were more than 20 monks, more than 30 strong men, and fierce people such as Wang Xuba and Wei Dao'er staring at each other.

In the face of these people who lick blood from the knife edge, it is still unknown whether they can win one-on-one.

Therefore, in the face of absolute strength, Li Changhuan wisely chose to raise his hand and surrender.

In this way, Li Changhuan became a prisoner and was imprisoned.

The fortunate thing in the misfortune is that the monk named Huiming did not lose his breath, and Li Changhuan did not need to fight his life.