After a long while, those large beasts came back to their senses, looked at Master Fan's eyes as if they had seen a demon, and they all clamped their tails, as if they had been slashed on their bodies, screamed and turned around and ran, and suddenly rushed towards the temple gate again, scrambling one by one, for fear that if they were one step too late, they would die immediately.

Those fierce beasts were in an uproar, and suddenly they retreated like a tide, and for a while they were full of mourning, and those who ran slowly were trampled to death by the beasts rushing from behind, and even the temple gate of the Great Empty Temple was almost squeezed through.

The speed at which this group of beasts rushed into the Great Empty Temple was obviously much slower than the speed at which they escaped, that is, the kung fu of the gods, and there was no longer a single beast to be seen in the Great Empty Temple, except for those who were shocked to death by Master Fan with the lion's roar, and the beasts that were killed by Master Huikong and others.

Master Huikong and the others looked at the corpses of beasts in one place, their hearts were full of panic, and now they feel a little scared when they think about the scene just now, so many beasts, overwhelming, endless, as if they can never be killed, all of them have never seen so many beasts appear in groups like this in their lives.

Those big monks were all wounded, and they walked in front of Master Fan with each other's arms, and said to Master Fan respectfully in unison: "Thank you Uncle Ancestor for saving your life......

However, Master Lifan still carried his hands behind his back, looked up in the direction of the door of the Great Empty Temple, and remained silent, ignoring the gratitude of these great monks.

Huikong and Master Huicong walked in front of Master Fan with the help of Master Huiming, who had been scratched by the leopard.

"Uncle Shi, why did this group of beasts suddenly besiege our Dakong Temple? Killed so many of our monks at once, what the hell is going on? Master Huikong asked in a sad voice.

Master Lifan still carried his hands behind his back, ignoring the meaning of Master Huikong and the others, his expression was rarely solemn, the coldness in his eyes was even richer, he looked at the dark temple gate, and suddenly said loudly: "Who is the master?" You might as well come out and see it, hide and hide, like a mouse, and the old man will feel ashamed of you! ”

"Huh?"

A suspicious and shrill voice came from the direction of the temple gate, as if he was a little puzzled, as if he was saying something to the person next to him: "You old guy, you lie to me again, don't you say that there are only a few monks who can't make a climate?" Isn't there an old bald donkey who is a little more powerful? ”

"At that time, it was indeed those old thieves who injured the poor road in the Black Wind Ridge, who knew that there was a more powerful old guy in this big empty temple, and I don't know which old lady's trouser belt was not fastened, revealing such an old guy." Another voice swore and scolded.

As soon as they heard this voice, Master Huikong and the others were all shocked, because this voice was too familiar, it was the masked old Dao in the Black Wind Ridge, and the thing that everyone was most worried about still happened, but the only thing they didn't expect was that this masked old Dao would come so quickly.

The battle of Heifeng Ridge has only passed less than a month, and everyone clearly remembers that the masked old Dao was swallowed by a giant python and was seriously injured, so how could he have to raise it for three or five months, he came back at this time, completely beyond everyone's expectations, and it was really as Qingfeng Dao Commander said, and he caught them off guard.