"Master?!......" General Nie let out an exclamation without the dignity of a general, and then covered his mouth with his burned right hand. Isn't the master in the saffron robe in front of him the master abbot in the "Fahua Temple" in the south of the city? The master abbot who sweeps the courtyard by himself every morning is actually a--

Return to the void master?!

General Nie felt that among the three hundred and sixty pores around him, a trace of cold sweat oozed from each pore, returning to the realm of emptiness, that is an existence beyond the reach of secular forces, any master of returning to the void can easily destroy a city without the suppression of a master of the same level! The city lord of Pan Yang City is a pig, such a super master has been squatting in the city for almost ten years, and he hasn't let the empire know yet?!

General Nie took a few steps back in horror, thought about it, and simply let the infantry behind him retreat a mile. He knew that his little strength was like papier-mâché garbage in front of the master of returning to the void, maybe the master waved his hand casually, and he and these brothers would die together!

Master Abbot didn't have time to pay attention to the general behind him. At this time, there was only one thought in his bare mind, that is, to destroy the evil demon in front of him, and not to let him kill the people anymore! The abbot master, who was well versed in Buddhism, really had a kind heart to care for the common people, and at no time would he sit idly by and watch the innocent beings suffer.

The thick and powerful hand under the robe waved, the master didn't need a weapon, he didn't even bother to take the Zen staff, and directly attacked the dark magic of the silver dust with a pair of fleshy palms.

On top of that pair of thick fleshy palms, patches of golden light gathered densely and layer by layer. The light was incomparably pure, incomparably holy, but it had a metallic hardness texture. The wind emitted by the master was like a huge bell made entirely of gold and iron, leaving a faint shadow in the sporadic firelight of the night.

The golden wind collided with the hell destruction emitted by the silver dust, and a dull sound, like the ringing of a big bell, suddenly rang, layer upon layer, and the echo was endless. In an instant, the abbot did not feel a huge impact or a counter-shock force as he imagined, but felt a great, heavy and obscure squeezing force, as if what was in front of him was not a ball coming from a high-speed impact, but a slowly advancing mountain. The abbot master was pushed by this force and slowly retreated, leaving two three-inch-deep marks on the bluestone slab ground with a pair of fleshy feet.

In the midst of the confusion, Silver Dust suddenly felt a rigid, almost unforgivable huge impact, as if he had been hit in the temple by a steel rod. He instinctively screamed, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, splashing more than a foot high, and he himself was knocked a hundred paces away by this tremendous force of hard force, and fell to the ground in embarrassment and weakness.

After all, Yinchen is not a master of the Returning to the Void Realm, his strength can only reach the realm of entering the body, or the most basic realm of entering the body. The kind of invincible performance just now is not his real ability, but the "magic power out of control" that any magician avoids.

A mage whose magic power is out of control has skyrocketed in strength by a thousand times, losing all his sanity, and at the same time rapidly depleting his own life force, no mage can survive more than half an hour after his magic power is out of control.

At this time, the silver dust has been out of control for more than a quarter of an hour, and in less than a quarter of an hour, it will be squeezed dry by the out-of-control magic power, and it will become a dry corpse without any signs of life. The blow that Master Abbot had intended to kill him completely disrupted the uncontrollable magic power in his body, and also shocked his brain and spirit when he was in a daze, causing him to come back to his senses in a sharp pain that pierced his heart.

Master Abbot stepped back, stabilized his body, and then ran forward without hesitation, he had no weapons, so his Gangfeng needed to be closer to show his power, and he had to get close enough distance to be able to use what he had learned in his life.

At the same time, Silver Dust struggled to get up from the ground with a sharp pain like cracking bones, his hair was rapidly returning to a silvery white color, and the sea of blood tumbling in his pupils had dissipated, leaving only the delicate sterling silver magic pattern. Silver Dust stood up, at this time he didn't have any desire to kill, he just wanted to figure out the situation around him.

The tall and burly abbot's master was covered in gold, and the whole person looked like it was made of gold. A rigid shock wave swept through the air, and the huge sound of gold and iron clashing against each other carried boundless power from far and near. Silver Dust almost instinctively launched an arcane acceleration and flashed to the side, narrowly dodging the blow of the abbot master's full strength, but he was touched by the golden wind, and a hot pain that seemed to have rubbed against tons of metal instantly spread throughout his body.

"Old monk, what are you doing!" Yinchen screamed in pain and panic, he didn't know this tall bald old man, but he knew that the old man's strength was beyond his imagination. He began to retreat quickly, towards the nearest narrow alley, but the abbot would not allow a monster that had slaughtered thousands of innocent beings to escape, and he did not want to give this monster a second chance to create blood and terror.

"Demon, don't hurry up and kill the law!" the old man roared, the sound was as loud as an aerial bomb exploding, and at the same time, a circular golden shockwave came out of the master's mouth, like a rapidly enlarged pure golden entity ring, and swept away everything within a radius of five zhang, and any object within this range fell far away as if it had been hit by a bus.

Yinchen was shocked by this "Buddha's lion's roar", and almost fell to the ground. Fortunately, he was still six zhang and three feet five inches away from the old man, and he didn't get too close, so he didn't receive a direct attack from Gangfeng, otherwise if he got close to within five zhang, that violent Gangfeng could hammer him into pieces. Master Abbot's Gangfeng, in the eyes of Yinchen, is simply a piece of heavy metal with absolute rigidity, where is it like the "vitality" emitted from the dantian?

Silver Dust stopped, not because he knew that he couldn't escape the old man's pursuit. Master Abbot is not General Nie, and their cultivation of divine skills is very different. The master's divine skill is like some strange method of completely cultivating the body and the vitality in the body into metal, and while it has extremely strong physical rigidity and defense and even attack power, it inevitably sacrifices speed. The speed of the master's barefoot running on the ground is not even as fast as that of a monk who has a clear breeze and is thirteen times. Silver dust was in front of him, and as long as he accelerated to the extreme, he could easily throw it away.

Silver Dust didn't have any idea of fighting with the old man, because the idea was so ridiculous, as if a hen wanted to compete with a falcon for flight speed. Yinchen didn't even have the idea of killing indiscriminately at this time, and the sense of crisis of being approached by a strong enemy made him feel like the tragic death of a little girl for the time being. At this time, there is actually only one reason for Yinchen to suddenly stop, that is, the only hidden danger or defect of hedging physique - elemental compensation.

Elemental compensation, also known as hedging compensation, is a problem that only mages who hedge their physique will encounter, which is manifested in the irrepressible urge of the body to release a magic of an opposing attribute after too many times of magic of one attribute. This trait is not a disadvantage, and it can even form an advantage in the heat of battle, because no object, even the void in the case of ghosts, can withstand the repeated bombardment of two diametrically opposed forces, which is more likely to cause structural fatigue than the continuous bombardment of one force alone, which can lead to the collapse of a large area of structure. For example, a stick is more likely to break if it is repeatedly bent in two opposite directions than if it is bent in one direction continuously, and the reason is the same.

When the abbot saw Yinchen stop, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, at least this murderous monster wouldn't escape like the one many years ago, and he would find an opportunity to set off a bloody storm again. The old man strode towards the boy, and did not look closely at the boy in his eagerness, and naturally did not notice that he and the two had just been judged.