No matter how fierce the fight was outside, in the third floor of the Scripture Pavilion, a ghost-like figure slowly floated in.

The third floor of the Pavilion is very empty, and in the center of the third floor, there is a wooden box made of rosewood, and the outside of the box is shining with bursts of golden light, and a sense of sacredness looms.

"Is this a relic?"

Wang He looked at the box in front of him, but there was no surprise on his face.

Because he could feel that in the corner of this floor, there were two Dharma Protector Vajra!

But what is certain is that these two are not as strong as the two they met downstairs just now, which makes Wang He breathe a sigh of relief in his heart.

"Both, since you've let me in, it's not a matter of sitting anymore!" Wang said to the two in the shadows.

The two King Kongs in the shadows were still sitting upright in the corner, seemingly with no intention of standing up.

Seeing this, Wang Ji took a step and began to walk towards the wooden treasure box in the center of the attic.

It's just that he hadn't taken a few steps before a series of formations made of Sanskrit suddenly appeared on the walls around him.

In an instant, a vast Buddha light shone out in all directions, illuminating the entire gloomy attic.

At this time, Wang He also saw clearly the two monks sitting in the corner, both of whom were covered with yellow scarves on their eyes, like two Arhat statues.

The king made up his mind, took another step, and walked towards the wooden box.

Five, four, three, two, one!

At this moment, Wang He was already only one step away from the treasure box where the relics were placed, he suddenly reached out and grabbed the wooden box, and suddenly a golden light flashed on his right side!

Syllable!

A big golden hand directly grabbed Wang He's right wrist, and before Wang He could react, a golden streamer erupted from his left side again.

Luohan Fist!

The fist studded with gold leaf blasted towards the king's head with a domineering wind.

So fast!

A trace of astonishment flashed in Wang He's eyes, the monk who was still sitting there just now had actually attacked him.

These two monks, who looked like each other from the outside, cooperated so tacitly.

One restrained Wang Bing's movements, and the other took the opportunity to storm without any verbal communication, let alone eyes.

These two are blindfolded!

Wang didn't have a good heart, this time he underestimated these two, if these two blindfolded King Kongs were one-on-one, they might not be as strong as the two outside.

But if these two can reach the point where they have a heart......

That's tricky.

The Wu Qi on Wang He's body immediately spread out in all directions, and a huge force instantly filled his arms.

Spirit! Quick!

After attaching the two elves directly to his body, Wang He's right arm shook violently, and after breaking free from the hand of King Kong on the left, his left palm slightly bent and pushed the monk's fist wrist that attacked on the left side outward, and his right fist pulled back slightly.

A stream of inky black qi was suddenly condensed by him on his right fist, and he punched out towards the monk's Tanzhong acupoint.

This extremely fast punching speed also made the blindfolded monk have no time to retract his fist, and subconsciously dodged to the right, but in front of him, Wang He turned into a ripple and disappeared in front of the monk.

That punch just now was actually a feint.

Bang!

Before he could come back to his senses, his chest felt as if he had been hit by a sledgehammer, and the pain instantly spread to his limbs.

Immediately after that, a huge force flew directly out of the head, and hit the wall full of Sanskrit words in the Scripture Pavilion.

Bang!

There was no such scene as the smoke and dust and rubble that I imagined, and the blindfolded monk made a metallic crash sound after hitting the Sanskrit texts, and then half-knelt on the ground.

"Have you been strengthened by Sanskrit, and what a domineering golden bell jar ......" Wang He shook his fist a little painfully, and his expression was slightly solemn.

The monk's golden bell jar was so condensed that it was as if the whole person's flesh was made of metal.

It's not that the King of the Golden Bell Jar has never seen it, and many people have cultivated this kind of body protection technique to the point that they can't enter it with swords and guns, but who has nothing to do to cultivate this kind of exercise to the point where it is comparable to the existence of a body refiner.

It's just that he was stunned, just when Wang He was still sighing, a strong wind came from behind him again.

Wang He swooped down, letting the strong wind pass behind him, and at this moment, Wang He pressed his hands on the ground, exerted his lower limbs, kicked his legs up, and kicked towards the jaw of the blindfolded monk behind him.

Bang!

This kick with Wu Qi hit the blindfolded monk's jaw, causing him to involuntarily retreat a few steps and distance himself from Wang He.

"I'll ...... I figured it out! ”

Wang He turned his ankles, which were a little numb, and muttered, "It seems that the two outside are responsible for attacking, and you two are responsible for defense!" ”

I kicked this monk just now, not to mention whether people have been hurt or not, Wang He's ankle is now numb.

It's so hard!

Swish!

Behind Wang He, the blindfolded monk who had been knocked out by Wang He also stood up, as if no one was right, and set up an attack posture again.

"!"

Wang He scolded, and the current Wang He suddenly felt that it seemed good to have a good soldier......

In the face of these two copper-skinned and iron-clad monks, I am afraid that ordinary fists and feet can no longer hurt them.

It seems that there is no way......

At this moment, the witch qi on Wang and his arms began to transform from gas to liquid.

Tick!

A drop of ink-like water slowly dripped onto the floor, followed by a second and a third.

As more and more "ink" dripped on the floor, the wooden floor, which was originally painted red, was covered with a thick layer of ink!

The Shadow of Danqing Hanmo!

Goo!

The next moment, bubbles began to appear on the black ink, as if something was about to emerge from it.

This move is actually the king, and he referred to Zhang Lingyu's northern Cangtan!

It's just that compared to Zhang Lingyu's Yin Five Thunder Northern Realm Cangtan, this can be called like a domain-level AOE ultimate, and Wang Ji's Hanmo Shadow is......

Sou!

A black shadow suddenly burst out of the ink, and the blindfolded monk on the left shot away.

Seeing this, the blindfolded monk on the right side of Wang He was about to step forward to help, when something instantly entangled his feet.

It was a mass of thorn vines, a thorn vine the size of an adult's arm, and it directly tied the lower plate of this monk to a strong knot.

Bang!

A crisp voice came from the left side of Wang Ju, the blindfolded monk on the other side as he knocked the black shadow away.

It's just that after the black shadow spun in the air, it landed firmly on the ground, this black wolf covered in wax.

"Okay...... Looks like the wolf cub can't shake you, so ...... How about this! ”

Goo!

The ink on the ground boiled again, this time the bubbles were larger than before, as if a bigger guy was about to come out of the pool.

"Moo!"