"Po~"

A sound of bubbles shattering and shattering one by one sounded in this small wooden house.

Originally, outside this wooden house, the many guards who were on guard at any time and waiting for the command of justice had not had time to come back to their senses, when they were swept by the huge waves that were stirring up inside the wooden house, and they did not know how far they had galloped.

But what is surprising is that this wooden house, which seems to be small, but has always been the simplest wood, did not tremble at all in the midst of this violent storm, as if the whole wooden house was wrapped in a soft true qi internal strength, and no amount of strength could shake it.

"Great Light Temple? Shattered King Kong Fist? Glazed cicada monk? ”

Inside the wooden house, Lin Qing, who had already gotten up, looked at the old monk who had blocked his punch in front of him, and who had also saved Feng Zhengyi, with a solemn appearance and a copper texture on his skin as if a bronze bell had been ringing for more than a thousand years in an ancient temple.

"You monk, why don't you be a holy monk in your holy place in the Great Light Temple, what are you doing in my room? Could it be that my Shura Demon Sect punishes rebellious juniors, and it is your turn to intervene? Your monk's hands are a little too long, aren't they? ”

Lin Qing's sleeves fluttered, but he swept it slightly, and the wind was raging here and there in an instant.

Suddenly, the wind in this mountain, forest and meadow became much stronger.

The hurricane, which was as vast as a mountain, blew the clothes of all those who were around this room in their faces, and even raised their hair, and blew their buns away, so that they could fly at the roots, and if they could not stand firmly, they would roll out of the cliff!

This wooden house, which was originally sheltered by the monk's sharp and righteous qi like King Kong, could no longer withstand such wind.

I only heard the sound of "click" and directly disintegrated into pieces, and shot in all directions, I don't know how many salted fish cannon fodder wounds surrounded Lin Qing here, until he was seriously injured and died.

Feng Zhengyi, who had just escaped the life of a dog in front of death, only now found out from behind the old monk's round and glowing bald head that this scene was dark.

Heaven is pitiful, under the nose of this Shura Holy Son, is it easy to cultivate some henchmen by yourself?

Not only do they have to do their best to make accounts and smooth out the loopholes left by digging up the wall, so as to exchange the resources from the Divine Sect Demon Gate for their continuous growth. It is necessary to keep an eye on their health like a hard-working old farmer all the time, lest if you don't notice it for a while, let these little leeks be gone.

Originally, he regarded them as a killer weapon that could compete with others, and even help him step into the pinnacle in the end, but now he can't even stop the momentum of his imaginary enemy.

These are all his team, so they were wasted in vain. Such a gap in the heart, how can it be called Feng Zheng's heartache!

"The donor is joking." The monk's voice is like the morning bell of an ancient temple, as if every word and deed is carried, and it can make people change their hearts and faces.

Just between the openings, it was actually the hurricane that had already blocked Lin Qing's sleeve!

"The current sect leader of the Divine Sect Demon Sect is like a Holy Land Sect Master in terms of status, far exceeding the position of your Shura Holy Son. He is not a slave of your Shura Demon Sect, so what reason do you have to punish him? Poor monk, I just can't get used to your arrogant and domineering personality, which treats human life like grass clippings, so I just want to stop one or two. Lord Lin, the name of your Shura Holy Son is an illusory thing, and it doesn't help you at all, why don't you just drop everything and return to the Great Light Temple with me, maybe there should be a place for you in the future sacred. ”

Well, it's very like a thief, the more thieves are bald, and the bald are the more thieves.

In front of Lin Qing, he corrected the identity of Feng Zhengyi, the acting sect master.

Anyway, this routine is a bit familiar, no matter how you look at it, it looks like the routine used by Lin Qing when he used the Demon Shura Demon Sect Holy Maiden Mo Huan before.

It's all about beating snakes and sticks, borrowing slopes to get on stage, and then kicking the original over.

It's just compared to Lin Qing's sophistry.

What this monk said and did was a look of righteousness and justice, as if the beliefs of all living beings were carried by him, and whoever dared to rebel against him was the same awe-inspiring posture as a sinner in this era.

is only called Lin Qing, and there is a kind of breathtaking sigh, judging from his words and deeds, Lin Qing can believe this matter, at least this monk has definitely not done it less!

It's definitely a natural skill.

However, the routine is not afraid of using the old, as long as it can be used, the key is that someone eats his set.

I didn't see the letter of justice just behind this thief, and after hearing the monk's words, I was full of excitement and swaying, as if I had gotten crazy.

However, Lin Qing's interest was obviously not the question of who the chief bishop of the Divine Sect Demon Sect was.

What does it mean to him to be a religious leader in a world?

Giving up is giving up, it's nothing.

But there is one thing that makes Lin Qing look sideways.

I wanted to slap the righteous man before, but this life was not a gesture, but a real murderous machine!

But at the moment when he was about to make a move, such a bald man would appear and block his move instead of Feng Zhengyi.

And looking at the appearance, it also has the appearance of flattening and rounding himself, and then climbing the ladder as someone else's righteousness.

"Huh...... Is this "heaven" ready for me to be the previous sacrifice? I'm not afraid of breaking your qi by force..."Lin Qing's eyes were slightly cold.

On the other side, after seeing the inexplicable old monk standing on his side, Feng Zhengyi felt a sense of happiness.

The peak is turning.

He was ready to kneel down again, kneel and lick Lin Qing's feet carefully, so that he could forget his arrogant demeanor and words before.

But I didn't expect that justice would come from heaven, and I would be corrected?

Not only Lin Qing can know the identity of this person, but Feng Zhengyi, as the acting sect master, also knows what kind of status this monk has in the rivers and lakes.

The Great Light Temple, itself is one of the four holy places in the world, and there are countless beautiful nuns who practice the secret art of Cihang day and night.

For thousands of years, this Great Guangming Temple has been intimately attacked from afar, swaggering fine and strong fresh meat ducks, and is the road of Huanxi Cihang Pudu, that millions of acres of land has long been absorbed by this group of great monks, and evolved into a Buddha field.

And under such a bourgeois power, it is conceivable how much can be provided in this temple, the living Buddha saint monk who does not cultivate production, and is dedicated to cultivating his own ten thousand forging vajra, as well as the saint who is like a white lotus and accumulates virtue.

Now at his most critical juncture, the glazed cicada holy monk in the Great Light Temple is willing to stand up for himself, such kindness is really unforgettable in this life.

"Oh, I believe you're a ghost, you bad old man is very open!"

Lin Qing, who was standing in the wind, changed his momentum at this moment, and he no longer had the previous frivolity and frivolity, but he had become as vast and calm as a huge mountain.

"It's not going to be desperate, is it?" The thought in Feng Zhengyi's heart flashed before it was too late.

Seeing Lin Qing's eyes move, a black water abyss flashed in his eyes, and a god rose from the black water abyss.

The god stretched out his palm and pinched a strange spell, which was as shocking as if it were real in the material world!

"I have a seal, called 'Demon Suppression', please taste one or two of them as a monk!"