Sikong flew up to the clouds with two unfamiliar monks, stopping at the same height as Pu Jia, looking at each other from afar.

"It's a good way to be in charge." Sikong turned the Buddha bead in his hand and said in a deep voice.

"Don't dare to be." Pu Jia chuckled, "Didn't you forget, master, I am a defeated subordinate of Pudu Foguang of your temple." ”

"That day, I was only competing for the spirit peach, and I didn't deliberately mean to embarrass the head of Pujia." Thinking about empty road.

"What the master said is very true." Pu Jia clapped her hands gently, "I was just knocked down the cliff by the master and Aoki, how could the master embarrass me?" ”

"The head of Pujia is wrong to say this, it was you who stood in front of the spirit peach that day and caused you to fall off the cliff, it was not our original intention." Sikong said directly.

"I see." Pu Jia smiled, slowly raised her hand, and pointed in the direction of the Futu Tower.

A dark blue lightsaber slashed through the sky like thunder and lightning, and with a bang, the Futu Tower collapsed with a bang.

"You ......" Sikong's face turned pale.

"I'm really sorry, I saw a crow fall on the top of the tower, and I wanted to help the master shoot it down, but the spell was a little off." Pu Jia smiled and said, "I accidentally destroyed the Futu Tower, but it wasn't my intention. ”

"Master Pujia, even if you have entered the Feather Transformation Realm, don't go too far. Fusang Temple is a 10,000-year-old ancient temple, with a profound heritage, and is protected by the light of Pudu Buddha, how can you be presumptuous? Sikong said angrily.

"Master don't be angry, I said that destroying the Futu Tower was not my intention, so why should the master bother with me?"

"Let's go, for the sake of the nine sects of Kyushu, I won't bother with you." Thinking about empty road.

"The master's good bearing, I really admire it." Pu Jia paused and continued, "But now I don't want to leave, what should I do?" ”

"Then don't blame me for chasing customers." The Buddha beads in Sikong's hand flashed with a faint Buddha light.

"The last time the master and Aoki joined forces, I didn't have the opportunity to teach the subtle exercises of Fuso Temple alone, so it is better to take this opportunity today to fight you and me alone." Pu Jia did not retreat at all, and looked down at the Fusang Temple with layers of golden light with great interest, "Whether it is high or low, regardless of life and death, what?" ”

"Good, I give in everywhere, but the head of Pujia is pressing step by step." Sikong's eyes were cold, "Since that's the case, then let me understand the methods of the Mengze Sect." ”

Before the words fell, the Buddha beads in Sikong's hand came out of his hand, and he struck towards Pu Jia's face door lightly, and the corners of Pu Jia's mouth hooked a smile, just shook his palm casually, and in a blink of an eye, a string of Buddha beads fell apart and fell down like powder.

Sikong's eyes showed a look of shock, although the previous attack was just a test, he at least used the strength of three points. But Pu Jia defused this offensive so lightly, showing the power of the Feather Realm.

Sikong recited the scriptures in his mouth, and the monks standing on either side of him echoed his voice, sounding the Buddha's horn.

Gradually, bursts of Sanskrit sounds came from the Fusang Temple, and the golden Buddha light became brighter.

Pu Jia lowered her hands and looked at Sikong without saying a word, without interrupting his intention to recite the scriptures in the slightest.

On the contrary, Xiang Liu, who was standing on either side of him, was a little uneasy with the Xizhou Demon Emperor.

"He is reciting the Sutra of Demons." The Xizhou Demon Emperor said to Pu Jia with a solemn face.

"So what?"

"Have you thought about it, the "Demon Sutra" that so many people chanted at the same time, once completed, will have the power to destroy the world and destroy the earth." The Xizhou Demon Emperor continued.

"I wish he could tear a hole in the sky." Pu Jia said casually.

"If you can't resist it then, I won't help."

"If I really can't stop it, you can leave on your own."

During the conversation, countless pale golden clouds converged from all directions towards the sky above Fusang Temple, gradually forming a golden sea of clouds.

The last verse was recited from Sikong's mouth, and thousands of golden Buddha's rays pierced the clouds and pierced the heavens and the earth.

All of a sudden, the entire Xizhou was shrouded in golden Buddha light. The demon beasts surrounding the Fusang Temple melted in an instant under the light of the Buddha's light, and more demon beasts began to run around like crazy, desperately rushing into the shadows where the Buddha's light could not fall.

Pu Jia carried her hands behind her back and took a light step forward. The wings behind him waved, and in just an instant, he came to Sikong.

The two monks, one on the left and one on the right, each held the Dharma seal, and slapped it towards Pu Jia's chest and face door, Pu Jia stretched out his fingers and flicked it gently, and the wrists of the two people were instantly broken, only to see Pu Jia take advantage of the situation with his fingertips, and then knock the two people down to the clouds, until they crashed into the two temples before they were paralyzed between the smoke-shrouded ruins, and could no longer move.

"Master, good means." Pu Jia looked directly into Sikong's eyes and said with a three-point joking.

Sikong couldn't help but say that a palm floated in, gathering the Buddha light between heaven and earth in the palm of his hand, Pu Jia did not choose to dodge, but clenched his palm for a fist to meet Sikong's all-out palm.

A faint blue light burst out from between Pujia's fingers, and before the fist collided with the palm, the blue light and golden light first wanted to touch in the air.

Blue and gold are entangled and blended, soaring into the sky, reflecting half of the sky on both sides of the sky in a dark blue, half dyed in gold.

Immediately after, a deafening crash rushed into everyone's cochlea, and Pu Jia and Sikong flew out upside down at the same time.

Pu Jia hurriedly spread her wings, trying to stabilize her figure. But even so, he was repelled by a distance of dozens of feet.

Sikong's situation was even more embarrassing than Pu Jia, his face was as white as snow, the corners of his mouth were still bursting with red blood bubbles, and the whole person was like a puppet with a broken string and crashed towards the ruins of the Futu Tower uncontrollably.

With a bang, Sikong smashed into a ruined wall, dusty, and there was no more life.

Pu Jia's body shook slightly, he gently wiped the corners of his mouth, flew back to the shocked Xizhou Demon Emperor and Xiangliu, and said softly: "Next, I will leave it to you." ”

"Are you going to kill everyone here?" The Xizhou Demon Emperor hesitated.

"None of them will be left."

A trace of unbearability flashed in the eyes of the Xizhou Demon Emperor, but the nine-headed Xiangliu had already entered the Fusang Temple with a long roar, and he hesitated for a moment, then followed the back of Xiangliu.

Pu Jia glanced at the gabion on Wuwu's back, and then came to the Fusang Temple with light steps.

He came to the linden tree by the canyon, a lone Bodhi tree, a thin young monk sitting cross-legged.

Pu Jia felt that his heartbeat seemed to miss half a beat, and he couldn't help but clench his fists and walked under the linden tree.

The young monk opened his eyes and rubbed his eyes a little confused.

"Master Pujia, is that you?" There was a bit of surprise and surprise in the tone of longing, but more of an apology.

"What about the peach tree?" Pu Jia asked seemingly casually.

"I'm sorry...... Nian lowered his head, and his voice gradually lowered, "Michito Aoki...... Chopped it off ......"

"And what are you doing here?" Pu Jia continued to ask nonchalantly.

"I'm reciting the scriptures of the past for Mu Yu Daoyou." Sinian hung his head like a child who had made a mistake, unwilling to look directly into Pu Jia's eyes, "Even if the presiding senior brother punishes me to chant here for ten years, then I will recite the Sutra of the Past Life for Mu Yu Daoist for ten years here......"

"Anyway, it's our fault after all......"

Pu Jia looked at the thoughts with her head lowered, and whispered: "I hope that in ten years, there will be a better world." ”

With that, Pu Jia brushed his sleeves away.