"Golden-winged Roc Seal!"

Ye Cang held the big bell and broke away from the golden-winged Dapeng.

The golden-winged Dapeng seal quickly turned, and the feathers around him flew down, and the sword intent was like a streamer, and they all rushed towards the little demon king.

The little demon king wrapped the blood-stained banner around his body and rushed into the golden-winged Dapeng seal, and the blood-stained banner blocked the sword intent without hurting the little demon king in the slightest.

The little demon king was covered in blood and demonic energy, and his body was like a demon god, and in a loud roar, the golden-winged Dapeng seal was torn apart by the little demon king.

But at this time, Ye Cang engraved the runes completely, and the big bell, which was constantly vibrating, quieted down, and the big bell and the bone bowl in the bell were suppressed.

"It's not enough!" Ye Cang's expression was solemn and he said in a deep voice.

"Hug the mountain seal!"

Ye Cang held the moon in both hands, held a seal pad with one hand, and fell towards the big bell.

The Indian Taiwan has become extremely large, turning into a sacred mountain, there are ancient Buddhas chanting Buddhist scriptures on the sacred mountain, there are long rivers flowing with Buddha's intentions, and the vast soup soup is endless.

"Town! With Ye Cang's low voice, the sacred mountain fell rapidly, and the earth-shaking earth continued to tremble, suppressing the big bell below.

The Divine Mountain completely cut off the little demon king's idea of regaining the bone bowl, and the Buddha shadow on the sacred mountain suppressed the demon path too strongly.

"That's the sacred mountain of Zhantan Temple!"

"What kind of seal is that? Unexpectedly, the holy mountain of Zhantan Temple was taken care of! The big man beside Manruo Pan was shocked.

The big man looked at the holy mountain, and suddenly folded his hands and performed a Buddha salute.

Qiansu, Manruopan, Zheng Lishi and others were shocked, and Zheng Lishi said in a condensed voice: "Renjie! A real genius!

The holy mountain of Zhantan Temple is too mysterious and complicated, the power of will, the Buddha's will, and the divine pass are all there, and they can't even be copied, and this young man can actually take care of it.

Incredible! ”

Qianyu said: "Maybe it has something to do with the fact that he knows the Dharma of Zhantan Temple, he used to be a monk of Zhantan Temple!" ”

After hearing this, Man Ruopan was a little surprised: "This young man is a monk from Zhantan Temple? ”

Qiangu opened his mouth and responded: "In the past, Zhenru Zen Master brought him up, maybe he inherited the mantle of Zhenru Zen Master.

He went down the mountain during the catastrophe of Zhantan Temple, and for some reason, he left Zhantan Temple, perhaps committing a murder precept. ”

"Really like a Zen master? Is that the Buddha?! Man-likean asked.

Man Ruopan glanced at him at this time: "Why didn't you say it earlier, this old mallet?" ”

Manruo Pan looked at Qianguo, and finally couldn't hold it back, and asked in a condensed voice: "What did you see through the Wangxian Stone?" ”

Qiansu shook his head and didn't answer, his expression sank, although Qiangu didn't answer, he didn't have any ill will towards Ye Cang.

Barbarian Ruopan sacrificed a sky-opening axe, rushed up to the sky, his momentum was extremely arrogant, and he said: "Look at him, Lao Tzu went to cut down Yin Tianxiao and Luo Ji!" ”

Qiangu shook his head and said in a low voice: "I told you, a barbarian, how else can I take it away?" ”

The barbarian tribe is in the extreme north of the Nanling Mountains, and adjacent to it is the Langda Temple, which is a part of the Zhantan Temple in the early Xian Tribulation.

Like today's Zhantan Temple catastrophe, it was founded by the monks of Zhantan Temple.

At the end of the Great Tribulation of the Immortal Beginning, the monks who came out all returned to Zhantan Temple, but for some reason, none of them left, stationed at the border of Nanling, and now it has become a holy place.

But the Naroda Temple has been a retreat, although it is a holy place, but no one walks around in the West, the North Plains, the East Wilderness, and the Central Continent, even the South Ridge is rare to see, and it is more secluded than the end of the Xiangshui world.

Perhaps only the barbarians whose clan land has been in the South Ridge know why.

Seeing the man's movements, he was guessing in his heart, but he had no clue, and then said with a smile: "The barbarians all believe in Buddhism, Luo Ji and Yin Tianxiao are afraid that they will be miserable."

When he heard the corpses of thousands of monks and Westerners that the young man said before, he was about to lose his control, but the little demon king was a junior after all, and he couldn't mess with the rules.

Now, I can't hold back the fire. ”

The big man beside Manruo Pan stared at the battleship of the Demon Yuan with fierce eyes, his eyes were constantly flashing, and his hand was slightly raised, but he put it down.

It's just that the fierce gaze has been continuous, and it makes the descendants of the Demon Yuan disciples feel cold.

Ye Cang could have used the Buddha's will on the sacred mountain that came out of the seal of the mountain to gradually wear away the demonic energy on the bone bowl, but Ye Cang just suppressed it and did not do so.

The little demon king had already killed in front of Ye Cang at this time, and he shot out angrily, slashing down with a sword, and the sword intent flew all over the place, slashing the earth for hundreds of meters.

The eight demon shadows arrived, Ye Cang's speed was too fast, it was difficult to capture, there was only encirclement, no matter how fast Ye Cang was, once he was surrounded, he would not be able to escape.

Ye Cang didn't know the little demon king's intentions, and whispered: "Three thousand swords!" ”

The three thousand divine swords continued to fly, and there was a sound of breaking the air, but instead of rushing towards the little demon king, they hovered around Ye Cang's body, densely packed, blocking those demon shadows from the three thousand swords.

"Kill!"

The little demon king fought to the point of madness, and rushed into the sword formation surrounded by three thousand swords in a roar.

The battle flag blessed the little demon king, but it could block the edge of the three thousand swords, but it was difficult to resist the power of the ancient forbidden, but the little demon king was still rushing to kill and never retreated.

The little demon king was roaring, coughing up blood, constantly recovering from his injuries under the nourishment of demonic qi, and then being injured by sword intent, repeating constantly.

But the little demon king's eyes were still cold, and he didn't have the slightest fear, and he rushed to Ye Cang's body in a short time.

"Roar!"

A huge lion's roar came out of Ye Cang's mouth, shaking the sky, and the Body Refining Realm cultivators all covered their ears.

The lion roars with magical powers in Buddhism!

The little devil was stunned by a sudden shock on his back, and even stopped the offensive for a while.

Seeing this, Ye Cang immediately rushed towards the little demon king, and the black stick in his hand smashed on the little devil's head, smashing him into the ground, the ground collapsed, and the sand and stones shot everywhere!

Ye Cang didn't stop there, and the continuous attacks fell on the little demon king, and the little demon king also woke up in pain at this time.

Just as he was about to break free, a formation fell on him, suppressing his entire body.

The black rod in Ye Cang's hand kept falling, and the huge force made the earth tremble, and the earth behind the little demon king began to shatter and began to sink.

"Ahh

The little demon king yelled in pain, but it was difficult to break free for a while, and he could only resist Ye Cang's heavy blow.

Ye Cang also went crazy, the corpses of the Westerners and the monks appeared in his eyes, his eyes became blood-red, and the strength in his hands became bigger and bigger, and he became more and more fierce.

"Damn you!"

Ye Cang roared angrily, grabbed the black stick with both hands, and smashed it towards the little devil's head, and the little devil stretched out his hands to protect the head.

Ye Cang smashed a stick on the little demon king's arms, smashing both arms, and the bones pierced out of the flesh, dripping with blood, extremely tragic.

When the little demon king could not raise his hands, Ye Cang smashed the little demon king's forehead with a stick, smashing his forehead apart.

Even so, Ye Cang didn't stop, Ye Cang fell into madness, and his anger devoured his mind, until he smashed the little demon king's head beyond recognition, and then gasped and stopped.