Give up Xiaolin Temple?!" Hearing Shi Chen's words, Shi Yin frowned and fell into endless silence. He understands the meaning of Shi Chen, and now the strong people in all directions have bad intentions, and they are determined to get the opportunity under Xiaolin Temple. If these people poured into Xiaolin Temple, with the strength of Shichen and others, they would not be able to resist the siege of so many strong people, and at that time, the foundation of Xiaolin Temple for ten thousand years would be destroyed. Xiaolin Temple is a holy place for Buddhism, killing and staining blood is already disrespectful to the Buddha, but if they resist strongly, perhaps the consequences will be more serious, Xiaolin Temple 10,000-year-old ancient temple will be wiped out by the strong, and since then it will disappear in China.

After pondering for a long time, Shi Yin had no choice but to nod and say to the monks behind him: "Now that the master's bones are not cold, in order to avoid anyone disturbing his old man's immortal body, I decided to lead the senior brothers of Xiaolin Temple to leave here temporarily. Shi Yin said these words with all his determination, Xiaolin Temple is where they grew up, it is their home, and now let them leave their homeland and give up this land that gave birth to them, Shi Yin's heart is dripping blood. But now that the strong people of all parties are eyeing Xiaolin Temple, even if Yan Bei can defeat the imprisoned monarch, he will not be able to resist so many strong people, so leaving is the wisest choice in front of him. Juekong entrusted Xiaolin Temple to himself before he died, and Shi Yin could not let the 10,000-year inheritance of Xiaolin Temple be destroyed in his own hands. He was reluctant to leave from the bottom of his heart, but after judging the situation, temporarily retreating from the edge of the world and keeping the incense was the greatest respect and piety for the ancestors of Xiaolin Temple.

Hearing Shi Yin's words, the monks of Xiaolin Temple looked at each other, and a look of reluctance appeared on their faces. The most helpless thing in the world is to be forced to leave the home where they live, where every grass and tree, every brick and tile has poured all their feelings, and now they want to leave, how can they not be sad?

In the end, the monks clasped their palms together to Shi Yin and said in unison: "Follow the abbot's decree!" Juekong passed the position of abbot to Shi Yin before he died, which is something that everyone can see, and Shi Yin has a broad mind and a very high Buddha nature, and it is also expected that he will lead Xiaolin Temple.

Hearing Shi Yin's words, Shi Chen nodded to Shi Yin. Then, he stood alone outside the mountain gate, while Shi Yin led the disciples to Xiaolin Temple to pack their bags and prepare to leave this place of right and wrong. Xiaolin Temple has been in the Western Desert for tens of thousands of years, and there are some things they can't leave behind, so they must take them out.

Hearing that Shi Yin was planning to give up Xiaolin Temple, a wisp of meaningful coldness crossed the eyes of the strong people who surrounded him outside the mountain gate. In fact, with everyone's cultivation, it is completely possible to forcibly invade Xiaolin Temple directly. Although there was the shock of Yan Sorrow before, but now that the cultivators of the Eight Directions have gathered, the words of Yan Sorrow are not so heavy.

"I heard that Xiaolin Temple is a famous ancient Buddhist temple in the Western Desert, and there must be many Buddhist holy scriptures in it. Now that Juekong is dead, and the remaining little novices have no power to fight back, why don't we take a hard look before we look for the key of the Heavenly Que?"

"Yes, legend has it that Xiaolin Temple is rich in heritage, and the Buddhist handprints are even more famous in the Western Desert. If you can get one or two mysterious seals, it is not impossible to gallop through the sea of stars in the future!" With the Xuan Snake Sect taking the lead, a cultivator of the Ten Thousand Souls Star Domain had a greedy look in his eyes and shouted loudly.

"Xuanya, this is the holy land of Buddhism, not your snake nest, even the Buddhism wants to rob, aren't you afraid of retribution?" Hearing the words of the sect master of the Xuanzi Sect, a trace of coldness flashed in the eyes of the leader of the ancient ape lineage, and he slammed the Xuantie stick in his hand on the bluestone, and said coldly to Xuanya.

"Ape Ben, you are neither a disciple of Buddhism, nor a Huaxia cultivator, it is not your turn to dictate what we do, you are afraid of retribution, you can not participate, but you are not qualified to stop us! Besides, among the strong people present, it is not only our Xuansnake Sect that wants to seize the opportunity of Xiaolin Temple. The trees are falling and scattered, the walls are falling and everyone is pushing, you ancient ape want to be heroes, but do you think that with your clan, you can save Xiaolin Temple?" Hearing Ape Ben's words, the corner of Xuanya, the sect leader of the Xuan Snake Sect, raised a trace of disdain at the corner of his mouth. He looked at the ape ben coldly, and then swept to the strong men around him, and said.

Hearing Xuanya's words, Ape Ben's face changed again and again. Ling Yu was by Ape Ben's side, and he could see that Ape Ben really wanted to stand out for Xiaolin Temple, but the strong people around him showed strong killing intent towards Ape Ben. In the end, Ape Ben could only let out a long sigh, and finally did not refute Xuanya.

Seeing that Ape Ben no longer stood up for Xiaolin Temple, the smug color in Xuanya's eyes became even stronger. He looked at the cultivator who had echoed him before, and said with a smile: "It seems that you and I are both fellow Daoists!" Xuanya paused, then turned his head to the other forces that were full of greed and wanted to invade Xiaolin Temple: "Now that old monk Juekong is dead, and the remaining cultivators are just ants, so let's all work together to snatch the opportunity of Xiaolin Temple!" Xuanya knew that if he only invaded Xiaolin Temple, he would be besieged by everyone, so what he wanted to do was to bewitch other forces.

"Yes, Xiaolin Temple once suppressed the three giant scorpion predecessors of our Ten Thousand Souls Star Sea, and the methods were cruel, and their hearts can be punished. Now, it's time for us to be ashamed!"

"The world is bustling, all for profit, the world is bustling, all for profit. Everyone is a person who wants to seek opportunities, so don't be reserved at this time!"

"That's right, back then, this little monk named Shi Chen once injured our cultivator of the Ten Thousand Souls Star Sea, and now we are just returning a tooth for a tooth, and we will settle his old accounts and new accounts together!"

"Kill the little monks, occupy the Xiaolin Temple, and pocket all their opportunities!"

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With Xuanya taking the lead, other forces responded one after another, and people reversed black and white, referring to the deer as a horse. The giant scorpion that has done a lot of evil is said to be a good person who was suppressed by Xiaolin Temple, and the good deeds of Xiaolin Temple to eliminate harm for the people are said to be inhumane evil thoughts. For a while, everyone was indignant and wanted to level Xiaolin Temple immediately. Looking at the faces that were full of righteous indignation on the surface, but in fact had other plans, Ling Yu's brows were furrowed, and he was full of emotion. Of course, not everyone was carried away by chance, and a large number of people did not clamore for slandering Xiaolin Temple, but watched their various ugly states with cold eyes.

"Hahaha, what a group of hypocritical cultivators, you obviously covet the opportunity of my Xiaolin Temple, but you speak so righteously. Since you are greedy, you can't afford to find some lame excuse. As long as I am here, I will never let you come nonsense!" Shi Chen laughed angrily and shouted coldly.

"Yes, don't you covet the heritage of Xiaolin Temple? Why do you pretend to be so righteous and awe-inspiring! Xiaolin Temple is a holy place of Buddhism, since you have no good thoughts, then let's give it a try and see if you can get a bargain!" Hearing Shi Chen's words, Yi Han and the others stood behind Shi Chen one after another.

"Hmph, a group of reptiles in the Saint Realm also dare to be heroes, it's really a long life! Today, not only can you not save Xiaolin Temple, but even you yourself will be buried with Xiaolin Temple!" At this moment, a sneer suddenly descended from the sky. The words were like thunder, and they shook everyone's headaches.

Hearing those words, Ling Yu's heart sank. He could hear that the person who spoke was the imprisoned monarch who wanted to set foot in Xiaolin Temple before, but was frightened away by Yan Grief. The Imprisoned Monarch and Yan Sorrow fought in the sea of stars, and now that the Imprisoned Monarch has returned to the world, isn't Yan Sorrow ...... Thinking of this, a trace of evil air passed between Ling Yu's eyebrows. He looked up at the Prisoner Monarch and secretly clenched his fists. As one of the twelve monarchs of the flood era, the imprisoned monarch has always had ill intentions towards Huaxia, and even they did not hesitate to support puppets to disturb the Chinese world. Now they are poisoning Yan Bei, which makes Ling Yu feel boundless anger.

When he saw the imprisoned monarch return to Huaxia, not only Ling Yu's heart sank, but even Shi Chen and the friends behind him frowned. Before the imprisoned monarch and Yan Bei flew out of China and fought to the death in the sea of stars, now that the imprisoned monarch is safe and sound, is Yan Bei already in the wrong situation?

"You dare to have murderous intent towards me?" The Prisoner Monarch felt the killing intent emanating from Shi Chen and the others, and snorted coldly, he swept towards the group of cultivators with his hands behind his back, his eyes filled with anger. The Imprisoned Monarch is an Immortal Venerable of the Mahayana Realm of the Immortal Realm, how can his gaze be able to compete with Shi Chen and the others?

When the gaze of the imprisoned monarch swept towards everyone, Shi Chen and the others seemed to be blown away by a huge force. They rolled backwards for several feet and crashed into the outer wall of Kobayashi Temple. The crowd vomited blood, and their internal organs seemed to be ignited by fire, and the pain was scorching. They knew they had suffered internal injuries.

"Prisoner, the old monk is not dead yet! Even if you want to kill my Huaxia disciple, you should weigh whether you have that strength!" Just as everyone was in despair and sadness, they suddenly heard the voice of Yan Grief coming from high in the sky. Hearing Yan Yan's angry roar, Shi Chen and the others glanced at each other, and hope rose in their hearts.

"Hmph, what if you don't die? What if you return to Huaxia? Can you change the outcome of the destruction of Xiaolin Temple? Although you have the protection of that old man, our great monarch is also a great meritorious. In the near future, our Twelve Sovereigns of the Flood Desolation will definitely gather in Huaxia, and at that time, I think that old puppet will be able to protect a few of you!" said the Prisoner Monarch with a cold expression. Although he was intimidated by the old man in the sea of stars before, the appearance of the Great Monarch later rekindled his confidence. As the Twelve Sovereigns of the Flood Desolation, he knows the horror of the Great Sovereign, and in this sea of stars, the Great Sovereign is difficult to meet opponents.

The words of the imprisoned monarch were not transmitted to Yan Bei, but in front of all the cultivators near Xiaolin Temple. Hearing his words, the cultivators around Xiaolin Temple were in an uproar, thinking that the Imprisoned Monarch, as one of the twelve monarchs of the Flood Wilderness, could come to Huaxia to find an opportunity was already a giant that was enough to deter the eternals, but he didn't expect that the Great Monarch behind him also came to Huaxia. The name of the Great Monarch can be said to be known to everyone, and everyone knows it. Such an ancient existence that once dominated one side in the flood era, it is not too much to call him the first person in the Xinghai, if he comes to Huaxia, who can stop him?

However, what comforted Ling Yu and the other Huaxia cultivators a little was that there was an old man mentioned in the words of the Imprisoned Sovereign, and it seemed that he was on par with the Great Sovereign's cultivation. Moreover, judging from the look of the Imprisoned Monarch, it seems that the old man in his words can make the Great Monarch jealous, this may be the only good news when the Twelve Monarchs of the Flood Desolation invaded Huaxia! Ling Yu knew that the cultivation of the Imprisoned Monarch should be comparable to Yan Sorrow, but the Twelve Monarchs of the Flood Desolation have twelve strong people who have cultivated against the sky, but in Huaxia, including Mu Ning, there are only six guardians of Huaxia. Among the twelve monarchs of the Flood Wilderness, the cultivation of the Great Monarch is probably a little higher than that of the Flood Wilderness. Even if there is a mysterious old man in Huaxia, I am afraid that its comprehensive strength is also in the middle of the twelve monarchs of the Flood Wilderness. In this way, it seems that when all the twelve monarchs of the flood and famine entered China, the situation is still not optimistic.

"Hahaha, prisoner, you're really alarmist. The Great Monarch had already left Huaxia and did not know when he would be able to return. However, that senior has been standing in the sea of stars, always paying attention to here, do you think you have a chance to snatch the opportunity of Xiaolin Temple?" Yan Bei said with a sneer.

Hearing Yan Bei's words, the Prisoner Sovereign's eyebrows unconsciously raised, he pondered for a long time, and finally snorted coldly and did not refute. The Great Monarch's departure from Huaxia was something he had seen with his own eyes, but the old man's whereabouts were uncertain, and if he really came to Huaxia after Yan Grief, he really had no chance.

The Prisoner Monarch stared at Yan Bei tightly, and finally shook off his robe, and said in a deep voice: "It's just a small ancient temple, how many opportunities can there be, I don't want it." However, after the monks of Xiaolin Temple leave, I will definitely let you be buried in Kunlun Mountain!"

Although he didn't know whether Yan Bei's words were true or false, the imprisoned monarch didn't dare to take this risk. The imprisoned monarch no longer seemed to be competing for the opportunity of Xiaolin Temple, but Ling Yu knew that he was afraid that after Shi Chen and the others left Xiaolin Temple, this 10,000-year-old ancient temple would be stained with the blood of living beings.