The garden seemed to be a place for the Orange-Eyed Soldiers to take a break, or a place for them to recharge their energy.

Zhang Yifeng didn't dare to enter, and an orange-eyed ghost soldier chased the master away, although Zhang Yifeng didn't know if the master was pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, but there was not only one orange-eyed ghost soldier here, but densely packed and countless!

Just when Zhang Yifeng hesitated, his pupils contracted.

A figure appeared in the flower bed, this person was wearing a robe, the figure was thin, and there was no hair, it was the thin monk who led a thousand monks into the ghost town first.

The thin monk wandered on the edge of the flower bed, and the group of ghost soldiers didn't seem to be able to see him or sense his breath.

Zhang Yifeng took a closer look, only to find that the thin monk was holding a black bowl in his hand, and the black bowl seemed to hide his breath. This monk is definitely not a wasted person.

Watching the thin monk enter the garden, Zhang Yifeng seemed to understand that this kind of orange-eyed ghost soldiers had no eyes, and they could only sense the martial artist through their breath.

Zhang Yifeng suddenly realized that if someone could perfectly conceal his breath, even if he stood in front of the orange-eyed ghost soldier, the ghost soldier would not be able to find it. Although this orange-eyed ghost soldier is strong, as long as the breath is well hidden, it still can't be discovered.

Knowing this, Zhang Yifeng once again performed the breath-holding technique and also tentatively walked into the garden.

Sure enough, even if he was standing next to the orange-eyed ghost soldier, the orange-eyed ghost soldier didn't seem to be able to see him.

Zhang Yifeng was unhurried and followed the monk all the way, what did this monk want to do when he entered this garden? Did he know something about the ancient city?

Zhang Yifeng was very careful along the way, he did not step his feet directly on the grass, but walked on tiptoe. His movements were very slow, so as not to allow himself to make much movement, so as not to attract the attention of the monks.

The monk held the black bowl in his hand and walked all the way away, and after walking for about an hour, he stopped.

At this time, the garden had come to an end, and the orange-eyed ghost soldiers around it were gone. A skeleton appeared at the end of the line of sight.

The skeleton was fleshless and fleshless, and had turned into a white bone, and it seemed that it had not been rendered into a ghost soldier by the ghostly spirit.

The skeleton sits cross-legged on the ground with its hands on top of its thighs, as if meditating. The skeleton didn't know how long it had been dead, but there was a faint golden light lingering around him. The golden light came from the robe.

This skeleton must be a monk in front of him, and he is not an ordinary monk, as can be seen from the robes that are still intact on his body.

After so many years, this robe can still release the charm of Buddha.

At this time, seeing the robe, the male monk's body trembled slightly.

"Amitabha, Amitabha!"

He said Amitabha three times in a row, but instead of sighing, he was excited, and it was obvious that he had come for this robe. The monk did know something about the ancient city. This monk who died in the ancient city was probably a great existence back then.

"With this purple and gold robe, what else can this ghost town be afraid of! Amitabha, Patriarch Fuguang, since you have passed away, I will inherit this robe. ”

The eyes of the monk shot a scorching light, the purple gold robe is definitely a treasure in this ancient city, the garden grows ghost flowers, and the orange-eyed ghost soldiers like to gather here. But two hundred meters near the robe, there is not a single ghost flower, but there is still green grass! From this point, it can be seen that the robe is extraordinary.

Seeing the monk stretch out his hand, Zhang Yifeng couldn't bear it anymore, he was hesitating whether to snatch the purple gold robe with this monk, although he was not a monk and couldn't play a big role in the purple gold robe, but if he got the purple gold robe, he would have a greater chance of getting the ghost fire! This robe is definitely a good thing. Because it's a magic weapon.

Being able to see the magic weapon on the earth really surprised Zhang Yifeng. Time and years have not been able to extinguish the spirit of Buddhism on this magic weapon.

However, thinking about it, Zhang Yifeng was not sure if he could beat this monk.

People in Buddhism are deeply hidden.

Zhang Yifeng knows this better than anyone else. If someone in a Buddhist family doesn't go all out, you never know how profound the other person's Dharma is.

Zhang Yifeng was a human being in two lives, and he was not impulsive, but chose to wait and see what happened.

Sure enough, just as the thin monk was about to take off his robe, another voice suddenly came.

"Amitabha, junior brother, your Buddhism is still shallow, and your qualifications are not deep, so I will inherit this purple gold robe."

The person who spoke was about fifty meters away from Zhang Yifeng, and he was also a monk. He didn't wear a robe, but a black trench coat, and in the ghostly ancient city, if you don't pay attention, you really can't find him.

This black trench coat also seems to have a hidden function.

"Senior Brother Zhaopin, I didn't expect you to follow me all the time."

When the monk saw each other, although he was a little surprised, his mood fluctuations were not great. He withdrew his hand from the purple gold robe and turned to look at the monk named Zhaopin.

"Senior Brother Zhaoru, thanks to you, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to find this place. Now that you've brought me to my destination. You can go, and I will inherit this robe. ”

According to the product, he clasped his hands together and said a word of Amitabha.

"Senior brother, the master said back then, your character is not good, the climate is not enough, my Buddha is not in my heart, this robe will be given to the junior brother."

The monk opened his mouth lightly and did not give in.

"Brother, since you say this, it is more profound than anyone else's Dharma. The Buddha's light shines! ”

Without the slightest warning, Zhaopin suddenly moved, and a round of golden light suddenly appeared, enveloping all directions, and the ghost qi in a radius of fifty meters could no longer be seen, all of them were golden Buddha light, and the ghost city seemed to have become the Western Heavenly Bliss.

The Buddha's light appeared, condensed into a series of Buddha slaps, and blasted towards the monk.

The monk sighed: "Amitabha, my Buddha is compassionate." ”

A golden Buddha appeared and wrapped the monk. Zhaopin's attack landed on the Golden Buddha, sending out a roaring sound, and the violent shock wave turned into a raging wind and roar, sweeping in all directions.

Zhang Yifeng prostrate himself on the ground, not daring to move.

At this time, his brows furrowed tightly, these two monks didn't make a move, and when they made a move, it was so terrifying.

This kind of cultivation is definitely not something that ordinary monks can have, and most of these two people are from the Hidden Sect.

And these two are obviously controlling the scope of the fight, and they are very comfortable with the attacks they use.

The violent aura formed by the two attacks made Zhang Yifeng understand for the first time that these two people were much stronger than him, which meant that if Zhang Yifeng made a move just now, he would probably not be the opponent of the monk Yifeng.

Zhang Yifeng didn't dare to be careless, the breath-holding technique was exerted to the extreme, he kept staring at the two people who made the shot, the aura on the two of them was very violent, but the two of them controlled the strength very well, the momentum was large, and the movement was small, which can only show that all the true qi they released hit the place, so the movement was not very big.