The white-clothed monk said with a smile: "The poor monk said that you should be clothed in linen and filial piety in Longhu Mountain." He smiled and pulled the long knife out of his sleeve. How many years have passed, and he, who put down the butcher's knife early tomorrow, picked up the killing blade anew today.

"Jueming, don't go too far. It's true that we're offended today, but it's not enough to kill them all. "Xuanyuan Chen is really afraid, if Hu Changkong confesses here, Longhu Mountain will definitely be greatly injured. He pursed his dry lips, "Could it be that the Wannian Temple really wants to be an enemy of the Dao Sect?" ”

"When the catastrophe is coming, don't forget to pull out the banner of the Taoist Sect?" The white-clothed monk stepped in to block Xuanyuan Chen's way. The big sword was like a horse that was split and hung down from the nine heavens, and it struck firmly on Xuanyuan Chen's long sword.

"Yifei, look at the knife path of this white-clothed monk, it doesn't seem to be a Buddhist move." Yang Fan looked at the white-clothed monk and made a ruthless move, forcing Xuanyuan Chen to retreat again and again, almost losing his grip on the sword in his hand.

Luo Yifei shook his head, but he couldn't see anything. After all, he also grew up in the Taoist temple since he was a child, and he didn't have much experience, so he could only be sure that this was not a move of the Quanzhen Sect. There are many moves of the Taoist sword, but there are few moves of the sword, and there is no such ferocity.

"Jue'an bald donkey, insidious!" Hu Changkong was scorched black by the thunderstorm, and he was forced to receive a 10,000-character seal, and the blood overflowed wildly. "Little monk, Lao Dao fought with you." The tiger's body swelled and struck at a bamboo.

"Is the old way going to die together?"

A bamboo volley jumped up in the air, flew out directly, and directly suppressed the past towards the old tiger. The Giant Buddha of the Sea of Clouds crossed his hands, and the body of the tiger swelled like a balloon in the sky and went straight down. Lao Dao's eyes were red, and he frantically hit the Big Buddha. The internal force in the body of the tiger sky began to fill. But his face was as pale as a paper man.

"Tiger!" Xuanyuan dust fanned out, and saw that the tiger sky had run out of oil and dried up.

"Regulus. Lao Tzu is going to explain here. You go back quickly. The bloody man glanced at Xuanyuan Old Dao, "Later." Longhu Mountain wants you to take care of it. "The bloody man was hit by the Buddha in one palm, and the vajra was shattered. Tiger Changkong's eyes were empty, and with a long sigh, a generation of elders of Dragon and Tiger Mountain fell on Nalandatai.

"Tiger!" Xuanyuan Chen roared, swept the dust into the air, and strode away.

"Longhu Mountain will come to visit another day, and then it will definitely be bloodied in Wannian Temple!"

A black dot suddenly flashed in the air, and he sneered coldly: "Tiger Changkong is dead." You Xuanyuan dust has also fallen here! The black-robed figure gradually became clear, and Yang Fan's pupils shrank, this ...... This figure...... He seemed to be somewhat impressed. But he forgot where he had seen it.

If a master of the innate realm like Xuanyuan Chen and Hu Changkong wants to leave, a white-clothed monk will naturally not be able to stop him. Even if the monk Yizhu and the white-clothed monk are not enough to stop these two people. Hu Changkong was overshadowed, and he was tragically robbed by thunder, and his vitality was greatly damaged. He was seriously injured by Seng Yizhu, who had just stepped into the Innate Middle Realm, and was still the kind of spirit and spirit that reached the peak of the Innate Middle Realm in one step.

Monk Yizhu momentum recovery. The old monk who deceived the corpse has long been unrecognizable, and I don't know how there is still a trace of life.

The old monk's scorched face stared at the sky for a long time. The three people who were still fighting said: "Buddhism should have been quiet, and this time I was the bait." actually forced Xuanyuan and Hu Changkong to break the rules. That's it. Go to hell and go to hell. I'm not as good as hell, who goes to hell. A bamboo. Uncle Shi is going too! ”

Seng Yizhu watched the old monk lose his life, muttered in his mouth, and finally shouted: "The coffin is coming!" The whole Nalanda platform shook, and a hanging coffin was shaken out of the platform. Yizhu's eyebrows were clear, the hanging coffin was lifted, he knelt in front of the coffin, threw his five bodies to the ground, and shouted: "Please enter the museum!" ”

Xuanyuan Chen, who was still fighting, was about to split, and when he saw the hanging coffin open, the corpse of the old monk was about to be put into the hanging coffin by the little monk, and with a long roar, the sword in his hand turned into a sharp edge, stabbing at the white-clothed monk, ignoring the black robe behind him, and attacked towards the monk Yizhu.

The two of them naturally wouldn't let him succeed, and with a loud shout, Xuanyuan Chen was trapped in the middle of the attack.

Yang Fan watched the old monk being slowly placed in the hanging coffin by Seng Yizhu, and didn't know if this hanging coffin could really come back to life. After the monk heard the war in his ears, and after reciting the scriptures in his mouth, he stood up and slowly covered the coffin board.

"Huh?"

Yang Fan saw that there was a leak in the coffin cover, looked over, and saw the old monk's hand clasped on the coffin board. Yang Fan was stunned, is this old monk cheating again?

"Uncle Shi, please put it in the coffin!"

Seng Yizhu knelt on the ground again, throwing his five bodies to the ground, as if respecting the old monk's choice. The old monk knocked on the coffin with his hand, but he was unwilling to enter the coffin. In an instant, a few wisps of green smoke lit up in the coffin, and the old man's body began to really burn, even the hanging coffin.

Seng Yizhu indifferently looked at the old monk destroying his body, and muttered, "Uncle Shi, why are you suffering?" "The old monk would rather spark westward than lie in the hanging coffin to win a glimmer of life.

Xuanyuan Chen fell to the ground like a broken paper kite, looking at the burning hanging coffin, it was also extremely painful. However, it didn't take long for him to fall to the ground, and together with the tiger sky, they both fell in the Wannian Temple.

On this day, a river and lake grew old. The old people who stood at the peak fell down a few places, and the haze dispersed from the sky above the Wannian Temple, and the Buddha chanted in the air.

It's the Great Compassion Mantra.

Nam-no, Drink-Rak-na, Dora-yaya, Nam-no, A-yaya, Bharukati, Shawa-ba-raya, Bodhisattva-Bha, Maha, Karuniya, Om, Sa-Sata Punishment, Shutana-shou, Nam-no, Sigi Ri-da, Imon-A-yaya, Muro-Buddha Rak-la-tava, Nam-no, Na-Ra-jin-ya, Śrāṇa, Śārāṇa, Śāṇṣṇa, Śāṇaṇa, Śāṇṣṇa, Śāṇaṇa......, Śāṇṇa, ṣṇṇa, ṣṇaṇa, ṭ��

What Yang Fan didn't expect was that this turned out to be a game of chess set up by the black-robed people and the Wannian Temple. The old monk was about to die, hanging the coffin, passing on the merits, besieging and killing, a game of chess, playing the right beginning, but he didn't expect the end. The old monk was cremated to death and turned into a pile of ashes. At the moment when the fire was extinguished, a relic burst out, circulated in the air for a moment, and flew towards Yang Fan.

The black robe fell from the sky and rushed directly towards Yang Fan, as if he wanted to grab the relic. Yang Fan's eyes narrowed, looking at the flying relics, the embroidered spring knife in his hand snatched out, his hands clenched, and muttered: "Is this a recycle bin really Lao Tzu?" Stuff everything at me! ”

The move he made surprised everyone. The relics are not big, only the size of a thumb nail, however, Yang Fan can see very clearly, the relics that flew around, in his eyes, the trajectory is very clear.

Then, he raised the embroidered spring knife above his head. (To be continued......)