There are virtuous people in front, and yellow-robed monks in the back, and the fire spell of the three gods on the head sets off a blazing fire.

The three monks of Faxiang Temple all have strong foundations and have unique skills; Lu Hong sneered, ignoring the yellow-robed monk and the Sanming Divine Fire Mantra, and carried the handprint of Ah Nose Prison to face the German man with a palm.

"Roar",

The demon's low roar came from the body, the demonic energy was surging, and as soon as the two palms met, a cracking sound of "click" was heard, and the wrist of the German man was immediately broken, and the exclamation of the German man also came into his ears.

Drawing out the long sword and backhanding the sword swept away the fists of the yellow-robed monk, the strength of the handprint of the Nose Prison did not pause at all, and the black handprint pressed the German man forward.

It is better to cut off one of his fingers than to hurt his ten fingers, Lu Hong decided to kill the injured German man first, and poured out the demonic qi in his body, without the slightest mercy, and the palm force pressed him forward five steps, and the sound of broken bones sounded at each step, and his arm was also broken inch by inch in the screams of the German man, and half of his body was also exploded, which was unbearable.

"Laughing Hidden Knife",

The yellow-robed monk was shocked when he saw it, and his real name also blurted out.

"Good name, it's a pity that he can't laugh anymore",

With a slight retraction of his palm, Lu Hong swept his sword and cut off the head of the German man, and the spray-painted blood column rushed straight into the air, about half a zhang high.

He slowly turned to look at the yellow-robed monk with a shocked face and said: "Laughing Tibetan Knife, He Zhang, Xiao Lao, there is no name like a monk, tell your origin, I may be able to surround you from dying, otherwise, you have to go down together to accompany him tonight",

"Hmph, rampant",

Although the yellow-robed monk was shocked, the old monk of the White Horse Temple was not chaotic at all, and the spell in his mouth suddenly became rapid and weird, and the golden robe flying in the air quickly extended, covering a radius of ten zhang between expansion and contraction.

"The fire curse of the three gods, the natural disaster of bad karma, the fire of the Three Realms",

Five fingers crushed a Buddha bead, the powerful demonic qi suddenly spread, and it turned into his body, and the Buddha light in the sky suddenly transformed into demonic qi, and the black flame roared out, and the black flame was trapped in a radius of ten zhang.

The power that was enough to burn everything made the yellow-robed monk's scalp tingle, and he flew out in a panic, but a few little monks didn't have time to escape, and when the black flames spread, they were burned to ashes before they could even scream.

"Xiao Lao, you even want to kill me?",

The yellow-robed monk almost died in the fire like them, although he escaped with his life at this time, one arm was also burned black, and when he looked at the old monk of the White Horse Temple, he immediately felt angry.

The monks on the periphery were also frightened.

The old monk of the White Horse Temple only snorted coldly and said: "What are you yelling about? refining this kid is a matter of urgency, you know who is presiding, if you let this kid escape, you and I will not escape death when the abbot comes back."

As he spoke, the flames in all directions had become a boundary, and the black flames burned all the living creatures in a radius of ten zhang, along with the bricks and stones, into powder, and Lu Hong's figure had already been submerged in it.

The yellow-robed monk could only snort coldly.

The old monk of the White Horse Temple is right, if this kid is allowed to escape, they will not be able to escape death when the abbot returns.

trample

As soon as the heart he was carrying was relieved, footsteps came from the black fire curtain.

The faces of the two suddenly changed.

The familiar voice came out of the flames in a playful tone.

"Shoot at me because you are afraid of dustlessness, oh, ignorant fools, if I start a fire and come to dustlessness, I will be deterred",

Dao purple qi poured out from the black flames, Lu Hong slowly walked out with the sword in his hand, and the qi cover supported by the mixed yuan qi gong changed brightly and brightly, blocking all the black flames three feet away, and even the flames could not penetrate a bit.

"You ......",

This time, even the old monk of the White Horse Temple couldn't help but change color, he was good at spells, the three gods of the fire spell and the demon robe were his only reliance, since the three gods of the fire spell could not refine the person in front of him, it meant that he no longer had hole cards.

"He Zhang, stop him, I'll go to the abbot and come back to preside over the overall situation",

The old monk saw that the situation was not good, and pushed the yellow-robed monk out, and he took the robe and turned around and left.

But how could the yellow-robed monk take the blame for him? With a cold snort, he swept away from the wall.

Lu Hong did not hesitate to chase after the old monk of the White Horse Temple, straight out of the temple dozens of zhang, seeing that the yellow-robed monk had not walked far away, he did not squint, only stared at the old monk of the White Horse Temple.

The old monk was exhausted from running, and when he saw that the deadly evil star was about to catch up, he only felt angry and anxious, and turned around and said angrily: "Stinky boy, He Zhang is next to him, why don't you chase him, what are you chasing me?"

Lu Hong, who spoke this skill, approached more than ten feet again, and saw that he couldn't get rid of it.

Lu Hong caught up with the old monk in three steps and two steps, kicked him to the ground, and immediately stabbed him in the shoulder with a sword; the old monk screamed in pain, but before he could shout a few times, Lu Hong's sword passed through his throat, and he opened his mouth wide and whimpered.

Lu Hong was feverish, panting and said: "Old thing, run for your life, and take the baby with you, who will you kill if you don't kill you?"

The long sword picked up the old monk's Qianyuan bag, took out the demon robe from the inside, unfolded it and took a look, only to see that the robe was very simple outside, but it was inlaid with a lot of Buddha beads, agate, carved spirit stones, etc., it was really dazzling, and the Buddha and demon qi contained in it were very blazing.

Reaching out and touching it, he felt that there was something in his hand, Lu Hong didn't care, and casually put it into his Qianyuan bag.

He reached out and took out the old monk's Qianyuan bag, and in addition to the wooden fish, Zen staff and other things, he also found the spell of the three gods and the treasure book of the royal envoy's demon robe.

"The three gods are open fire mantras, and the three curses of bad karma are ...... in one thought,

"The robe of the demons, the holy relics of Buddhism, the evil spirits and the demons, the sword is difficult to hurt, and the poison does not invade the ......",

After reading the treasure book, Lu Hong knew that this demon robe was not only the carrier of the fire spell of the three gods, but also an extremely powerful defensive magic weapon, mortals can ward off evil spirits and defeat demons on their bodies, the sword is difficult to hurt, and all poisons are inviolable, but I don't know if this old monk is old and confused or what's going on, I only know the fire spell of the three gods, but I forgot its powerful defense ability, and I cheapened myself in vain.

Put away the spell and treasure book, and turned the old monk's Qianyuan bag upside down, Lu Hong thought of going back to Faxiang Temple to see, just took a step and a breeze blew over, and coincidentally turned up the corner of the old monk's clothes, and a small piece of golden things was revealed.

Lu Hong's eyes suddenly moved, he squatted down and lifted the old monk's robe, and saw a golden token tied around his waist.

The token made of pure gold was hard and smooth, with a faint luster attached to it, and the word "gold" engraved in the middle stinged his eyes.

Fortuna Pavilion, Golden Ministry.

This old monk is a member of the God of Wealth Pavilion.