With a group of monks, their faces beaming, letting the music burst out with the momentum of a martial artist, that group of blood cultists vaguely felt that something was wrong.

"You are not holy monks!"

The Blood Cultists looked at the group of monks with gloomy faces.

"Amitabha, the poor monk has never said what kind of holy monk he is."

There was a monk who smiled.

"That's right, we're still short of some blood food."

The Blood Cultist who took the lead licked his lips, an Eight Realms Blood Cultist.

As for the Martial King, there is none among these Blood Cultists.

Although he vaguely felt that the momentum of these monks was not simple, and there was no way to do it now, he had thought about it in his heart.

Dead friends do not die poor.

And seeing this, Yang Xian, who was hidden in the shadows, looked slightly ugly.

Obviously, these monks should not be bad people, at least they should be the opposite of the Blood Cultists.

Moreover, the holy monks in the mouths of those blood cultists made Yang Xian feel a little uneasy.

The feeling that something was wrong in my heart became more and more intense, frowning and thinking at the same time.

There was a vague guess, but Yang Xi himself didn't want to believe that it was true.

In a hurry, a trace of breath leaked out without noticing.

The group of monks looked at the old monk.

And at this time, the old monk withdrew his gaze from the direction of Yang Yan.

"Amitabha, go, the Buddha also has angry eyes."

The old monk nodded.

Subsequently...

A group of monks looked happy.

Rumble!

In addition to the old monk of the end of the group, there were two middle-aged monks who looked relatively calm and did not make a move next to the old monk.

The rest of the monks all pounced, and their hands were full of all kinds of Buddhist martial arts.

The strength of these blood cultists was not very strong, and they were suppressed almost immediately in the face of these monks, and they were almost devastated.

And the Eight Realms Blood Sect disciple who took the lead turned around and ran away as soon as possible.

He had already planned to escape, so that the other disciples could attract the attention of those monks and take the opportunity to escape himself.

However, at this time, one of the two middle-aged monks beside the old monk who did not do anything stepped out.

Then his figure flashed, and the whole person was in front of the fleeing Eight Realms Blood Cultist.

"Amitabha, why bother with this benefactor in a hurry?"

"We Buddhas want to see you."

The middle-aged monk grinned, raised his hand and slapped it over.

A huge golden palm print covered the past.

At the same time, the momentum of this middle-aged monk is impressively a monk in the realm of a martial king.

"No!"

The Eight Realms Blood Cultists looked terrified.

However, in the face of the Martial King realm, he had no chance to struggle at all, and was directly slapped and seriously injured.

This is still the reason why the middle-aged monk did not directly kill him.

The battle of the remaining Blood Cultists was also over quickly.

Although those Blood Cultists, in order to fight hard, they even did not hesitate to swallow the Bloodthirsty Pill.

Now in the face of the absolute difference in strength, the Bloodthirsty Pill is not enough to support them to turn the tables.

Not to mention, there is also an old monk who has never made a move.

More than half of these Blood Cultists died, and a small number of them were seriously wounded and captured.

"Amitabha, sins and sins."

At this time, the old monk glanced at the corpse of the Blood Cultist on the ground and muttered.

Then, the old monk raised his head and looked in the direction of Yang Shi: "This donor, after watching the play for so long, can you show up?" ”

"Huh?"

The other monks looked stunned for a while, is there anyone else?

Yang Xi came back to his senses, and when his guess just now was a little scary, and when he leaked a trace of breath when his mind was turbulent, he knew that he couldn't hide.

Yang Xi did not hesitate, and walked out directly and generously.

"Amitabha, the old Miaoshan Temple is good, I don't know the donor..."

From Yang Shi's expression, Pushan felt the pressure, if it wasn't for Yang Shi's inadvertent leakage of a trace of breath just now, he wouldn't have known that there was still a person hiding on the side.

Rumble!

Yang Xian's head was stunned and looked at Pushan Bodhisattva.

"You... Is it a monk from Myozanji Temple? ”

Yang Xian's face was ugly.

True or false monks?

"Huh?"

Pushan Bodhisattva was a little puzzled: "That's right, we are indeed from Miaoshan Temple. ”

"Now, Daxia's Buddha restriction order has not been lifted, are you going out for a walk, aren't you afraid of being treated as a demon monk?" Yang asked the same question.

"Amitabha, the old man likes to reason with them, and if the reason is explained, they will naturally not embarrass me."

Pushan Bodhisattva smiled and said.

On the side, another middle-aged monk who looked stable heard this, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching slightly.

This truth is very simple, whoever has the big fist has the final say, and I don't know how many heroes have been beaten along the way.

"Could it be that the donor also wants to reason with the old man?"

Pushan Bodhisattva looked at Yang Xian and said with a kind smile, but the momentum on his body was faintly rising.

"Huh~ I'm not so bored, do you know Pude Bodhisattva, and Xuanqing Zen Master."

Yang Xi looked up at Pushan Bodhisattva and asked.

Hearing this, Pushan Bodhisattva frowned.

At this time, the middle-aged monk who had killed the Eight Realms Blood Sect just now looked at Yang Shi suspiciously.

"Amitabha, this benefactor, you know me, I haven't seen you?"

Hearing this, Yang Xian was stunned for a moment, and looked up at the middle-aged man: "Are you Xuanqing?" ”

"Amitabha, the poor monk is Xuanqing." Zen Master Xuanqing spoke suspiciously.

"Amitabha, poor monk Xuanhui."

At this time, another middle monk also spoke.

"This benefactor, I don't know who you are talking about as Pude Bodhisattva?"

"The senior brothers of the Puzi generation of Miaoshan Temple know each other, and there is no such person as Pude Bodhisattva."

Pushan Bodhisattva looked at Yang Shi suspiciously.

Worst!

Yang Yan turned his head violently, the terrifying momentum on his body exploded, and he grabbed a Blood Cultist who was not dead with one hand.

Rumble!

The heart of the world is pouring in.

"Uhh

The pain was so severe that the Blood Cultist couldn't help but scream.

"Who do you say is the holy monk in your mouth?"

Yang Xian spoke gloomily, although he already had the answer in his heart.

"I... I said..."

The severe pain, coupled with Yang Shi's momentum, made this Blood Sect disciple of the Five Realms directly break through the defense.

"It's the great virtuous holy monk, the great virtuous holy monk of the Buddha country, and we were taken over by the holy monk from various strongholds."

The Five Realms Blood Cultists struggled to speak.

"Great Virtue Holy Monk, Pude Bodhisattva, very good!"

Yang Xian's face was gloomy.

If it weren't for the fact that I accidentally ran into this group of real monks from Miaoshan Temple, I guess I would have been kept in the dark now.

"This bodhisattva, I'm Yang Shi."

Yang Xi looked up at Pushan Bodhisattva and directly explained his identity.

"Amitabha, the old man guessed it."

Pushan Bodhisattva has no accident, so young, and his strength is so terrifying, there is no second person in the entire Jianghu martial arts.

And the Xuanhui Bodhisattva on the side looked at Yang Shi with a slightly complicated gaze.