Night was falling.

An ancient temple thousands of miles away from the broken temple, the black crow crows, the autumn cicadas are poignant, the waning moon is hazy, the grass and trees are all soldiers without wind, the crowd is looming, and the scorching is slaughtered.

Among the ancient temples.

Green smoke curling, candle flame swaying, Yu Lian dressed in a simple yellow shirt, sat in the Daxiong Treasure Hall with her eyes closed, recited the scriptures, twisted sandalwood beads in her hands, and the sound of wooden fish percussion was crisp and long.

"Huh!"

Suddenly.

The wind was strong, and six or seven figures broke through the door and surrounded the place.

"Click!"

The sound of the wooden fish stopped abruptly, and Yu Lian slowly opened her eyes, her face expressionless: "You fellow Daoists have traveled thousands of miles, and you are really poor nuns... Isn't there any fire? ”

"The husband is not guilty, but he is guilty, if you want to blame, you are the ninth golden cicada."

Yihua robe Taoist said coldly: "With one enemy and six, the advantage is in me, Yu Lian, if you are interested, you can be caught, I can give you pleasure, otherwise, hum!" ”

Yu Lian ignored it, but turned diagonally to the opposite side.

There is an old monk dressed in a plain black robe, splashing ink mist to hide his face, this person is the old Buddha who came down from the spiritual mountain, and he is also the person Yu Lian is most afraid of in this line.

"Birth, old age, sickness and death, there is a certain number in the underworld, Your Excellency does not hesitate to fight because of your own selfish desires, killing all the way with blood, so greedy for life and afraid of death, are you not afraid of the dust of the Buddha's heart?"

"Amitabha."

The black-clothed old monk clasped his hands together and said calmly: "As the saying goes, ants are still stealing life, and the old man's blood is decaying, so why not seek a glimmer of life for himself?" ”

"Buddha in vain!"

Yu Lian scolded.

"Monk, I see that you are really getting older and more dizzy, what nonsense are you talking to her?"

Lavo left.

A ghost king from Xudu City rubbed his hands together, and his eyes showed a fierce light: "This woman is now at the end of the crossbow, kill her now, lest you have too many dreams at night!" ”

A few people seemed to be intent on moving.

However.

Yu Lian's next sentence made their footsteps stop again and again: "The revenge of a great monk who beheaded mortals, I don't know how much confidence you have to retreat?" ”

Six beads!

This is also the reason why they didn't dare to attack Yu Lian for a long time, and they delayed again and again.

Although among them, there are also many people who cut the mortal realm, but, after the mortal slashing, one step at a time, the six beads are the great perfection of the mortal, and half a foot has stepped into the threshold of the gods...

The difference in the sky!

Several people join forces, naturally they are not afraid, the problem is that they cannot join forces, this time there are common interests to match, and their real relationship is an old enemy.

"In this world, it's not a hall of six beads."

See this"

The black-clothed old monk spoke again and gave everyone a shot of strength: "The one who sits in my West Heaven Leiyin Temple is also very interested in this Ninth Golden Cicada... Great interest! ”

These words are equivalent to carrying cause and effect for them, a god, a god in all senses, Rao is six beads have to be weighed, whether he is qualified or not.

Yu Lian's face gradually became gloomy, her mana was surging, and green silk was flying: "It seems that you are all prepared, so tonight is destined to be unkind?" ”

"You're fucking!"

The ghost king directly probed his hand to make a false move, and a ghost-headed big knife cut through the void, which was held by him: "This immortal creation, this king is going to be decided, whoever stops it, this king will kill whom!" ”

"Well... I've done one! ”

The moment the sound falls.

Yu Lian made a preemptive strike, the Buddha rhyme bloomed in the center of her eyebrows, her fingertips pinched quickly, and the boundless golden light slapped the shore like a tide, overwhelming the sky, turning the word "swastika" into a text, and suppressing the ghost king.

"Get out of here!"

Ordinary ghosts are afraid of the Dharma.

But.

The ghost king has a netherworld qi body, which can be unaffected, of course, this move not only contains Buddha power, but also a terrifying mana of the mortal realm, which cannot be ignored.

As he struggled to resolve it, he shouted to the left and right:

"Do it!"