However, soon, the little monk of Zen heart regained his composure again, folded his hands, pinched a unique mantra of Buddhism, and recited the Buddhist scriptures again, this time it was not in silent recitation, but in the loud chanting, his voice with a trace of compassion and compassion, faintly touching, making people's minds turbulent, the group of crazy attacking beasts in the Zen heart after hearing the chanting of the Buddha sound, suddenly became hesitant and confused, in the same place to start, only a few beasts are fighting with Master Huikong and others.

"Roar ......"

There were two more roars like tigers, and the beasts went crazy again, more ferocious than ever, and pounced on the monks in the courtyard, and soon, someone was injured again, and even a master like Master Huiming was torn a long wound in the back by the claws of a leopard.

And the little monk with a Zen heart turned even paler, revealing a painful look, and the voice of chanting sutras stopped suddenly, and a line of blood slowly flowed from the corner of his mouth.

This qiē happened so fast that it didn't even take a cup of tea, and even these monks couldn't support it, because there were still wild beasts pouring in from the temple gate, like a flood that opened the floodgates, and it was endless.

At this time, in front of the main hall of the Great Empty Temple, countless beast corpses had already been laid, and the stumps and broken arms of several great monks were mixed in, and the whole scene was too bloody for people to look at directly.

At this moment, a thin figure slowly walked from the back of the main hall, he carried his hands behind his back, his body was clumsy, his face was solemn, and his sharp eyes were like the brightest stars in the night sky.

His eyes had never been so cold as they were at this moment, and the chill that shot out of his eyes seemed to have turned into substance, and wherever his eyes looked, the crazy beasts would let out a whining and tremble with their tails between them.

This person was Master Fan, who was belated, and with his slowly moving footsteps, although it was silent, it was like an undercurrent at the bottom of the river, completely disturbing the scene of Qiē, and those beasts seemed to feel an extremely powerful sense of oppression, and suddenly stopped and looked in the direction of Master Fan.

This is a kind of aura, a kind of aura that will only have a soul-shaking aura when the cultivation reaches a certain level, not only people, but even the tiger of the king of beasts feels such an aura, and he trembles with fright and retreats again and again.

"Phew! Get out of here...... Get out...... Get out of ......"

Master Lifan used the lion's roar of Buddhism, this roar, although the sound is not big, but it seems to be a burst of thunder in everyone's ears, there is a strong wind blowing in the flat ground, stirring the sky loess flying, and this roar formed an invisible sound wave, echoing over the entire Dakong Temple, and it took a long time to gradually subside.

Everyone present stood still, standing there stupidly, only feeling as if someone had been hit the head, and the Venus flashed in front of them, as if they were about to faint, and it took a long time to come back to their senses.

Looking at those beasts again, they were all like stones, frozen in place, their eyes were frightened and indifferent, and many beasts fell to the ground on the spot, bleeding from their seven orifices, and died on the spot. ~