The monk sneered, "Old Dao Xuanzhen, you dare to come to the ancient Buddhist temple!" ”

Xuanzhen Daoist sneered: "Everywhere in the Metaverse, is there any place that the old Dao can't go?" Don't say it's your ancient Buddhist temple, the land of the three sects, and the poor road is also to go if you want to, and you can go if you want to. ”

"Elder Xuanzhen, come with us to see the elders."

"No, no!"

The monk shouted: "Xuanzhen old way, this is not up to you. If you don't go, I'll have to take you away. ”

When Xuanzhen Daoist heard this, he mocked: "Then it depends on whether you two bald donkeys can take it or not." ”

"Old man Xuanzhen, Hugh is rampant!"

Xuanzhen Taoist said a bald donkey on the left and a bald donkey on the right, which made the two monks angry. The two monks glanced at each other and immediately outflanked each other.

Han Mo and the others took a few steps back, but a monk suddenly reversed direction and pounced on them.

The little crocodile opened his mouth and roared, "Dead bald donkey, the crocodile didn't provoke you." ”

"All the way with Xuan Zhen, you have to follow us to see the elders!" The monk was very angry, Han Mo pulled out the Longquan sword and stopped the monk, "Monk, we have no grievances with you, what do you want to do?" ”

"Follow me to see the elders, whether they are innocent or not, the elders will deal with it!" Han Mo snorted coldly, "I really don't know if you are monks or not." ”

"Shut up, Hugh's insult to my Buddha!"

"Fuck off, uncle, what the hell, are you embarrassed to say that you are a Buddhist?" Han Mo shouted angrily: "Does the Buddha Sect have a disciple like you who has such a heavy killing aura? ”

"Amitabha, Maha is also ......"

The monk folded his hands together, and after reciting, he parted his hands and typed out two black swastikas, carrying a majestic aura. As the monk chanted the mantra, the swastika became bigger and bigger, and the spiritual power attached to it exploded in an instant, turning into a white man.

Han Mo's mind moved, and two spirit runes appeared out of thin air, blocking the two swastikas.

"Little crocodile, senior, don't do it casually. If you do it, you give them a reason. Han Mo said to the little crocodile and the primeval giant spirit god while casting the spell.

"Boss, if the two of us don't help, are you an opponent?" The crocodile said worriedly.

"It's okay!"

The monk opened his mouth and made a solemn Buddha sound, Han Mo immediately rushed to his heart, and hurriedly recited the meditation mantra to resist, and his heart was shocked, this monk is really powerful.

On the other side, the Xuanzhen Taoist and a monk fought alone, and for a while it was difficult to distinguish between victory and defeat.

Han Mo felt incredible.

Not to mention the cultivation of Xuanzhen Dao people, at least it has reached the level of the twelve golden immortals of Li Mountain, or even stronger. However, it was a tie with the monks.

Han Mo swung the Longquan Sword, and the monk felt the fierce sword aura, so he could only temporarily avoid the edge.

The monk pinched the Buddha seal and drank vigorously at the same time in his mouth.

Poof!

Han Mo only felt his blood churning, and opened his mouth to spurt out a mouthful of blood. The little crocodile yelled and wanted to help, but Han Mo stopped it, "Don't do it!" ”

"Boss, you're hurt."

"It's not a big deal, it's just an impact."

Han Mo spat out a mouthful of blood and took a deep breath, "These two monks are not like other monks, they have an extremely strong killing aura all over their bodies, as if they have returned from the battlefield. ”

"My Buddha is compassionate!"

The monk clasped his hands together, and a phantasmatic image of the Buddha appeared. The phantom of the Buddha pinched the profound formula and slapped it at Han Mo. Han Mo used the Great Yin-Yang Technique to resist, but he could only barely block it.

The monk sneered: "This is the secret technique of Buddhism, the candle heaven sealing Buddha spell, the donor, the poor monk advises you, don't ask for hardship, obediently tie your hands and arrest." ”

Han Mo snorted coldly: "I don't believe in this evil yet. ”

Xuanzhen Taoist said: "Boy, don't come hard, the candle heaven sealing Buddha spell is Manjushri Bodhisattva in the ancient Buddha Temple, you can't resist it!" ”

"Senior, I don't believe it, I'm going to try!" Han Mo said with a smile, running the Taiyi Heavenly Book, and swung down with a sword. The sword qi attacked, and the Buddha Phantom immediately stretched out his hand to resist.

"Demon Sealing Zen!"

The monk pinched the trick and punched it, and the sword qi and the Buddha's palm were connected, eroding each other.

Swish!

Suddenly, the sword qi turned into a ray of white light, which actually penetrated the palm of the Buddha's phantom. The monk snorted and said in surprise: "You are actually able to break the Demon Sealing Zen!" ”

"Boy, yes, teach this bald donkey a lesson!"

Xuan Zhen Daoren's voice came, and Han Mo couldn't cry or laugh, "Senior, who are the two of them?" ”

"They are the bald donkeys of the ancient Buddha Temple guarding the Futu Pagoda, they are different from ordinary monks, these two people have been selected since they were young, and they have experienced tragic killings before they finally qualified. In the Metaverse, there are too many demons and monsters to die in the hands of the two of them. ”

"Ah...... And this person? ”

Han Mo was surprised: "Senior, why did you come to the Ancient Buddha Temple?" ”

"Naturally, I take what belongs to me!"

"Xuan Zhen Lao Dao, Hugh is talking nonsense, what belongs to you. Back then, you forcibly broke into the ancient Buddhist temple, snatched three Buddha bone relics from the Futu Pagoda, and desecrated my Buddha ......"

Hearing the monk's words, Han Mo was stunned.

In order to create the Futu Formation, the Xuanzhen Taoist actually came to the Futu Pagoda of the Ancient Buddha Temple to snatch three Buddha bone relics. Buddha bone relics, that's a treasure that will only appear when a big Buddha dies.

Any relic is a treasure of the temple for the temple, not to mention the Buddha bone relic.

Xuanzhen Taoist is a real cow, and he snatched three Buddha bone relics from the Futu Pagoda.

However, what did the Xuanzhen Taoist leave in the ancient Buddhist temple so that he thought of taking it after more than a hundred years?

The little crocodile said to Xuan Zhendao: "Old man, should you be ......?"

Xuanzhen Taoist shouted: "Dead crocodile, you shut up for me." ”

The crocodile's eyes widened, "Did I guess right?" ”

Xuanzhen Daoist snorted coldly, too lazy to take care of it. The little crocodile smiled: "No wonder you, the old man, have to come after a hundred years, you must be sad for more than a hundred years." ”

"Dead crocodile, believe it or not, I roasted you!" Xuanzhen Daoist roared angrily, and Han Mo slapped the little crocodile, "Shut up." ”

The little crocodile waved his paw at the Xuanzhen Daoist, looking teasing.

"Xuan Zhen Lao Dao, suffer death!"

"Wait!"

The Xuanzhen Daoist stretched out a block, and the monk stopped, staring at him vigilantly. Xuanzhen Daoist stretched out his hand, and three thumb-sized stones lay quietly in his palm.

"What is this?"

"Buddha bone relics, bald donkey, you shouldn't know each other." As soon as the words fell, the monk roared, "Xuanzhen Old Dao, you actually absorbed the spiritual power of the Buddha's bone relics?!" ”

Xuanzhen Daoist said: "Don't say that, the spiritual power is not absorbed by me. The Buddha's bone relics have spirits, and the poor road has not done anything, and the spiritual power of the Buddha's bones will be separated. ”

"Nonsense!"

Xuanzhen Daoist shrugged helplessly, "If you don't believe me, I can't help it, the Buddha bone relics will be returned to you." ”

After speaking, the Xuanzhen Taoist threw the Buddha bone relics over. The monk stretched out his hand to catch it, and when he spread his hand, the Buddha bone relics had turned into powder.

"Bald donkey, you actually crushed the Buddha bone relics, you're finished!"

The two monks pointed at the Xuanzhen Taoist, so angry that they couldn't speak. Han Mo also served the ability of Xuanzhen Daoist to throw the pot, and this rotten pot was directly thrown to the two monks.

The monk's face was gloomy, and the Buddha beads turned quickly in his hand.

"Bodhi Feng Zen!"

The prayer beads were scattered, and they hit the Xuanzhen Daoist, and the terrifying golden light swept through, and the Xuanzhen Daoist waved his hand and drew a circle in front of him. Each time it is drawn, a spiritual power is generated, which runs in the trajectory of the arm wave, forming a Tai Chi Yin and Yang diagram.

The spiritual power is like water, firmly blocking the golden light, and it cannot penetrate in the slightest.

"That's amazing!"

Han Mo was secretly frightened, the cultivation of these two monks was only afraid that it was no less than the twelve golden immortals of Li Mountain. Xuanzhen Daoist seemed to have seen through Han Mo's thoughts, turned his head to look at it, and said, "Boy, these two bald donkeys haven't used 100% cultivation yet. ”

"Their cultivation is ......"

"It won't be much worse than Li Shan's mother."

Hiss!

Han Mo couldn't help but gasp, he was as good as Li Shan's old mother, so terrifying in cultivation. But why didn't they go out of the mountains to stop this catastrophe?

(End of chapter)