"It seems that you are ready. The golden-armored warrior sneered, and the silver true qi shone around him like silver light.

And Xia Haoran naturally burst out with all his strength, at this moment he is not in good shape, and he still has heavy injuries on his body.

Seeing Xia Haoran's fighting spirit, the expression of the golden-armored warrior was hideous, obviously extremely excited, a whole strong wind, mixed with a heavy fist mixed with silver light, smashed into Xia Haoran's life!

Xia Haoran was obviously ready to meet it, and rolled to the side at an extremely fast speed to dodge, the fist of the golden armor warrior smashed straight into the rock, and with a loud bang, countless gravel was knocked out, and the speed of the gravel was extremely fast, and several of them flew straight towards Xia Haoran, scraping the young man's cheek and bleeding blood.

The blow was dodged by Xia Haoran, and the golden-armored warrior turned around quickly, his body was wrapped with silver true qi, and he was still as imposing as a rainbow.

He looked at Xia Haoran. At this moment, the young man was ready, the majestic golden true qi wrapped around his body, and powerful energy fluctuations came out of it, Xia Haoran's eyes were like torches, staring at the golden armor martial artist.

"Oops!" The golden-armored warrior snored, and rushed forward with an arrow step, and the strong silver light turned into a scythe and slashed towards Xia Haoran.

Xia Haoran no longer dodged, his eyes looked directly at the golden armor warrior, and his broken body rushed forward to face the edge of the golden armor warrior!

"Break it for me!" Xia Haoran roared, a strong golden light burst out, and the true qi condensed together, turned into a spear, and broke straight out!

"Boom!"

Silver light and golden light collided, and two completely different true qi were entangled with each other, forming a huge contraction at the point of collision, the contraction collapsed downward, and exploded in an instant, and the strong qi wave knocked both of them away.

Xia Haoran rolled down and grabbed the chain in an instant.

At this time, Xia Haoran looked almost dying, angry like a gossamer, fighting with the last bit of strength, Xia Haoran climbed onto the boulder platform again.

The state of the Golden Armor Warrior was even more miserable, blood flowed out of the gaps in the thick armor, and the golden armor turned into a strange orange-red. Slumped on top of the boulder.

"I see. Despite his miserable appearance, Xia Haoran's eyes still flickered, "Although you are very powerful, you have a strong power in the air, and there is no law." ”

"Yes, you're good. The golden-armored warrior barely raised his head, his tone was full of approval, and he swallowed his breath completely.

At this time, Xia Haoran finally became much more down-to-earth, climbed to the center of the boulder, and lay down into a big character regardless of the image.

"Whew...... Almost overturned. Xia Haoran muttered to himself, his tone full of relief, "Let me rest for a while." ”

The world of lava and rock is still the same as before.

In the glazed hall, all the heads are paying attention to everything in the realm of dreams.

"Now it seems that there are already two people who have really found a way to break the game. Liuli nodded, "Find a way to break the game in such a short time." Qianyuan, as you said, there are many talented people among these children. ”

Qianyuan nodded in agreement on the side.

The Furen monk on the side, who had never spoken, suddenly opened his mouth and asked, "Qianyuan Daoist, do you have any impression of this son?"

With that, he pushed the spar screen in his hand in front of Qianyuan.

This spar screen is Qianyuan's work, and you can see the status of all the students from the spar screen, and each person has thirty small screens, which is convenient for all the leaders to watch.

Looking at the spar screen handed over by the monk Furen, the picture was the little monk Huimeng.

"Of course I have an impression. Qianyuan replied, "According to what your junior brother Fuzhi said, he has never seen such a gifted genius since he cultivated Buddhism. ”

After receiving Qianyuan's reply, the Furen monk just nodded, without joy or sorrow, and retreated to the corner where he had been staying before.

Compared with Lin Xin's darkness and the tragedy of Qian Mo and Xia Haoran, Hui Meng was in excellent condition at this time, and he was not even injured.

He was climbing a stupa, looking up, the stupa was so high that only the lower half could be seen, the long staircase seemed to have no end, and the little monk was still climbing step by step, constantly climbing upward.

"Little master, give up. A wisp of grievances wrapped around Hui Meng's body, making a terrible sound.

"Give up...... Give it up. "There is more than one unjust soul, and every time Hui Meng climbs up, there will be one more unjust soul beside him.

I don't know how much I have advanced, and the little monk Huimeng's body is already full of evil spirits. Sometimes they made terrifying sounds, and sometimes they directly dragged the little monk's body.

Countless unjust souls are confiding in the little monk,

A faint layer of golden light enveloped Hui Meng's figure, allowing him not to be disturbed by the unjust soul, and kept chanting Buddhist scriptures in his mouth.

The unjust souls still didn't seem to give up, wanting to stop the little monk completely, and countless unjust souls stretched out their hands again, wanting to grab the little monk's non-stop moving figure.

But the golden light protects the body, and the unjust soul can't touch the little monk's body through the golden light, and every time it comes into contact, there will be a miserable scream and turn into ashes.

"My Buddha is merciful, since you are in such pain, I will overtake you. The little monk said so, no longer moving forward, and countless golden lights surged out of his body.

For a time, countless unjust souls and evil spirits wailed, the golden light of the little monk and them were like the relationship between water and fire, the golden light was ruthless, under the full urging of the little monk, all those unjust souls disappeared and completely turned into ashes.

Finally, when the last unjust soul perished, the little monk breathed a sigh of relief, and beads of sweat the size of soybeans were all over his smooth head.

Obviously, it will not be easy for him to use the golden light at full strength.

After doing this, the little monk subconsciously raised his head and was about to walk forward, but a trace of fear suddenly made him stop.

When he crossed the Soul of Justice, he found that the strength of all the Souls was not exactly the same, and the higher he went up, the stronger the strength of the Soul would be, and if he continued to rise, there might really be a powerful evil spirit that would make him helpless.

After some consideration, the little monk knocked his head vigorously and said to himself: "If I don't go to hell, who will go to hell, if it is the task given to me by my Buddha to transform these souls, how can the little monk be obsessed in the same place?"

After convincing himself, Hui Meng's eyes no longer showed the slightest hesitation, and after a little rest, he stepped on the stairs again.

At this time, the Furen monk, who was paying attention to all of Huimeng's actions, nodded approvingly and said: "Although Fuzhi is lively by nature, it always makes people feel unreliable, but there has never been a mistake in this knowledge, this little monk is really a rare genius in cultivating Buddha in ten thousand years." ”

Qianyuan also nodded and said, "I even doubt that this little monk will be the reincarnation of the Buddha." Speaking of this, several figures appeared in Qianyuan's mind.

"What was I thinking, they're gone. Shaking his head, Qianyuan smiled self-deprecatingly, as if he was a little sad.