Elder Yan's scalp almost exploded, and he lost his voice and said, "If you do it so badly, aren't you afraid of being blamed by the Feather Sect!" ”

Suddenly, he seemed to think of something, "Wait, I understand, the Elder Mu of the outer gate before turned out to have died in your hands!" ”

"That's right, I've already offended myself anyway, so why don't you kill more to help the fun?" Ye Junlin laughed.

Boom!

The Futu Tower, which was already cracked, was on the verge of collapse.

Elder Yan's breath was sluggish, and he yelled at the golden boat, "Why don't you take the Holy Son away quickly?!" Come on!! ”

"Elder Yan!" On the golden boat, Chen Xiao's face turned pale, and his heart set off turbulent waves.

He didn't expect that his father's murderer was so powerful!

How could such a strong man be born in this small wasteland?!

It's unreasonable!!

"Quick, take the Holy Son away!"

The monks of the Feather Sect looked flustered, and they were about to urge this flying magic weapon with all their might.

"Want to escape? Death to this seat! ”

Red Chiba sneered, and rushed forward as soon as possible, his palm wrapped in a monstrous flame, turning into a fire phoenix to bombard the flying boat.

"This pair of masters and apprentices is really crazy......" Seeing this scene, cold sweat broke out on the foreheads of many monks, and their hearts were beating wildly in fright.

Kill the elders of the Feather Sect, and now kill the Holy Son of the Feather Sect!

I'm afraid the sky in the Eastern Regions is about to collapse!

"Amitabha~"

A Buddha horn sounded.

Red Chiba's attacks were all stopped by the palm print of the Buddha's light, an old monk wearing a robe and twisting a Buddha bead.

Hanging Temple, Master of Pure Zen!

It was also because of this gap that the golden flying boat was smoothly urged, and in the blink of an eye, it shattered the void and fled the scene in a hurry.

Seeing the prey slipping away from his hand, Hong Qianye was very unhappy in his heart, and said coldly: "Old bald donkey, you manage a little too much, right?" ”

Master Jing Chan folded his hands and looked compassionate, "Female benefactor, when is the time for retribution, why do you want to kill them all?" ”

"Female benefactor......

A hint of coldness flashed in Hong Qianye's eyes, and he said sarcastically: "Old bald donkey, don't think that this seat can't see through the tricks of your Buddhism, you just want to make Yuhuamen owe favors, so hypocritical and so hypocritical really makes this seat unappetizing!" ”

As a demonic monk, what he hates most is this kind of Buddhist cultivation, obviously for his own interests, but he still wants to stand in a moral perspective.

"Female donor, your prejudice against Buddhism is too heavy, and you have a tendency to fall into the devil's path, the old man suggests that you should restrain yourself."

Master Jing Zen's face was expressionless, and his tone contained warning.

"Old bald donkey, this seat is for your face? Do I need you to preach to this seat?! ”

Red Chiba sneered.

"Stubborn."

A trace of anger flashed in the eyes of the Pure Zen Master, and he whispered, "Since this is the case, let the old man come and temper you!" ”

Rumble!

A strong sense of oppression enveloped in an instant.

Hong Qianye's face changed drastically, this old bald donkey is a cultivator at the peak of the Merge Realm!

"Ahh

A terrible scream sounded, and I saw that as the spirit weapon was shattered, Elder Yan was grabbed in the air by a big hand, and his soul was destroyed.

"You want to bully my apprentice?" Ye Junlin flashed in front of Hong Qianye, looking at Master Jingzen, his face was not good.

Seeing Ye Junlin, Master Jing Chan restrained the momentum on his body and showed a kind smile on his face, "Master Ye, this is all a misunderstanding, I just wanted to point out this junior." ”

"Guidance, you deserve it too?"

Ye Junlin's face showed disdain, a true immortal who respects cultivation, needs guidance from you, an old bald donkey?

Hong Qianye arched his hand and said: "Master, the disciple wanted to intercept the flying boat, but this old bald donkey intervened to stop it, causing the flying boat to escape smoothly. ”

"Amitabha, good, good, the old man just thinks that this matter has been done too much, so he will make amends for you, if your Excellency insists on blaming, the old man has nothing to say, and he will leave."

After speaking, Master Jing Zen turned around and was about to leave.

"Damn! Want to run after pretending to be forced? ”

"Stop for labor!"

Ye Junlin shouted violently.

Master Jingzen's eyes narrowed slightly, "Master Ye, what does this mean?" ”

"Hehe, if you want to say that you bald donkey is enough for a chicken thief, you will be the good guy, and I will be the bad guy, you are so calculating, why don't you count when you will die?"

Ye Junlin sneered.

Master Jingzen's face was gloomy, "Master Ye, this is over!" ”

He felt that he represented the Hanging Temple, which was the top Buddhist force in the Eastern Regions, and Ye Junlin had just offended the Yuhua Gate on his front foot, so he didn't dare to offend the Hanging Temple anymore no matter what he said, right?

Rumble!

A terrifying fist mark slammed in.

"You!"

The Pure Zen Master was shocked and angry, and he stubbornly pinched the trick to resist.

The golden bell jar emerges, and the sound of Buddha lingers.

Bang bang.

The golden bell jar was shattered, and the figure of the master of Jingzen flew upside down for more than ten zhang, and after stabilizing his body, blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth, and he roared: "It's too much to deceive people!" Do you really think my hanging temple is a soft persimmon? ”

Boom~

A group of monks came behind him, each holding a different magic weapon, with angry eyes and a momentum like a dragon.

In the hands of the Pure Zen Master, there was a golden nine-ring tin staff, and when it was held in his hand, it burst out with a brilliant brilliance like the sun.

At the same time, a group of monks chanted the Buddha's name and blessed the mana on the pure Zen master.

In an instant, the terrifying energy aura swept in all directions!

The cultivation of the pure Zen master has been promoted to the perfection of the merger realm, and the golden light of his eyes is blazing, and he is not angry and arrogant.

Rumble......

There is a Buddha Dharma as high as a hundred zhang appeared in the sky, looking solemn and sacrosanct.

"This is the magic power of the Hanging Temple!!"

The faces of the crowd were shocked.

Xue Tianyi sneered, "This surname Ye is a pig's brain?" How dare you offend the Hanging Temple? Do you think you have too long to live? ”

He was hostile to Ye Junlin and very much expected the other party to fall on his heels.

"Master Ye, the old man gave you a chance!"

Master Jing Zen said coldly.

With the Buddha Gate Combined Attack Formation and the blessing of the medium-grade spiritual weapon, his strength has been superimposed to the point of exaggeration.

In this case, he didn't think that Ye Junlin could easily defeat himself!

"It's kind of interesting."

Ye Junlin rubbed his chin.

Red Chiba stood silently aside, he wanted to see where the limits of this silver-haired young man were.

"Now, let the old man overtake you!"

Hmph, Master Jing Chan waved the nine-ring tin staff in his hand, and the surging energy swept away, as if it was going to penetrate the heavens and the earth.

Ye Junlin raised his hand, "The coffin is coming!" ”

Boom, the void almost collapsed, and an ancient bronze coffin flew out, exuding a vast and long-lasting aura.

The ancient coffin is five zhang high and nine zhang long, showing the trend of ninety-five.

This is a coffin!

Before, the Burial Heaven Coffin was only a low-grade spiritual weapon, but now with Ye Junlin's breakthrough to the consummation of the Merge Realm, this thing has reached the category of a high-grade spiritual weapon.

In the midst of lightning, the Burial Coffin blocked this powerful attack.

"This!"

Master Jingzen's face changed.

"Let me all in!" Ye Junlin sneered.

The Burial Heaven Coffin suddenly opened, erupting with an unparalleled terrifying suction.

"Not good!"

The Pure Zen Master's scalp was numb, and he mustered all his strength to block the suction.

"Ah......" Na Cheng thought, but the monks behind flew away one after another, shouting with frightened faces, "Master save me!" ”

Then, after being sucked in, no more movement came out.

"Evil thing! There are evil things in your Xuantian Sect! I don't know if it's because of anger or fear, but at this time, my whole body is trembling visibly.

Boom!

The Buddha's Dharma is annihilated.

Master Jingzen's face turned pale, and when he sensed the arrival of death, he hurriedly asked for help: "Everyone, this person is an evil cultivator!" Kill him! ”

Good guys, this hat is buttoned.

Everyone secretly slandered themselves, who would dare to take a hand at this time?

"Why don't you let labor and management in!?" Ye Junlin drank loudly, and used his magic power to urge this bronze coffin.

Buzz~

A larger attraction forcibly pulled the Pure Zen Master.

"Buddha, save me!" Master Jing Chan screamed in despair, and was finally sucked into the coffin of the burial heaven.

The coffin closed and fell silent.

At this time, in the eyes of everyone in disbelief, Ye Junlin's long silver-white hair was dancing wildly, his domineering hands were holding the coffin, his eyes were staring around, and his voice was like thunder rolling in the sky, echoing the heavens.

In just three words, it reveals invincible faith.

"Also, there is, who ?!!!"