"How can that be reasonable, do you want to die? Then Lao Tzu will cross you to the west now! ”

A strong-tempered monk let out a loud shout, rushed forward, and threw a punch that smashed Li Zhibao's head.

"Die!!"

Bang!

The air seemed to have been smashed open by the punch.

If this fist hits the head, I'm afraid that it will hammer out the brain in an instant!

However, Li Zhibao's face was flat, and he didn't even dodge.

just shouted lightly: "Lao Huang." ”

"Okay, the old man can finally move his muscles and bones."

The words did not fall.

The old man behind the two sons of the Li family strode forward, like a gust of wind through the hall, and swished in front of Li Zhibao.

"The old immortal should be buried with him? Lao Tzu fulfills you! ”

The monk writhed his fist and slammed it into the chest of the old man named Lao Huang.

"Wow, that's a lot of anger."

Lao Huang shook his head lightly, gently raised a finger, and pushed forward.

The next moment.

Whew——

The finger directly penetrated the monk's heavy fist, and then twisted slightly.

Click, click

The monk's entire arm was wrenched on the spot.

Everyone present could not see the blood splattering, but they could clearly hear the sound of bones breaking inch by inch.

"Ahh

The monk's wail cried out to the heavens and the earth, and the facial features on his face twisted hideously, tearing his heart and lungs.

And the other hand turned into a slap in an instant, and slapped it towards Lao Huang's Tianling Gai.

"Die! Death to Lao Tzu! He gritted his teeth with hatred, and wanted to slap Lao Huang's brain out.

However, Lao Huang didn't give him a chance at all.

The same finger, inserted and retracted.

Pulled from the monk's severed finger, it pierced through his other palm like a steel nail.

"Ahh

There was another scream, and the monk's hands were gone.

"Eh, I said kid, you two hands to fold one finger of me, he can't fold."

Lao Huang looked like he hated the appearance of iron not being steel, smashed it and smashed it, and it was the finger that fell on the monk's forehead.

In an instant, the monk's entire face was like a crumpled lake, and there was a wave of aura visible to the naked eye.

True Qi penetrated into the skull and shattered the monk's brain.

Puff –

There was still no blood, and he fell to the ground and died completely.

Several monks watching the battle behind them were shocked, and quickly picked up the guys from their sides and put on a defensive posture.

The withered old man in front of him actually solved a martial artist in the Qianchuan Pseudo-Realm with a raised hand and a foot.

And they are tortured and killed in the most ordinary way.

Such strength is truly terrifying!

Witnessing the scene just now, their hearts trembled.

But this is Yang Helin, the boundary of their Yunlin Temple!

Soldiers can be killed, but they cannot be humiliated!

If they retreat at this moment, once today's incident is reported back to Yunlin Temple, their fate will not be good.

Rather than die in a nest, it is better to die and fight for a wave.

Not to mention the fact that there are so many of them!

"Up! Kill him! ”

The monk at the head let out a loud shout, his eyes were bloodshot, and he seemed to have made up his mind to burn the jade.

However, just as they were about to break the boat.

Suddenly, an ethereal old voice rippled from the long street.

"Amitabha, the donor is so unkind that he actually kills in public, what crime should he be guilty of?"

Immediately, a figure followed the voice.

An old monk with a square face and long eyebrows, holding a magic staff, swept into the heavens and the earth, blocking several monks and Lao Huang.

Bang –

With a muffled sound, the staff in the old monk's hand sank three feet into the ground, like an ancient pine tree standing up.

"Wow! You young people don't talk about martial arts! Can't beat it and shake people? ”

Lao Huang rubbed his eyebrows, spread his hands and said: "Dare to ask this master, your family's apprentices and grandchildren, if you want to hurt my son-in-law, the old man has no choice but to take action, what is the crime?" ”

Between words, Lao Huang looked at the old monk in front of him.

Square face and long eyebrows, a dark gray robe, a rosary made of human bones hanging on his chest, and like those monks, there is no ring scar on his shiny bald head.

The old monk raised his eyes slightly, showing a lofty gaze: "Oh? Does the donor know where this is? This is Yanghelin, strictly speaking, it is the boundary of Yunlin Temple, to here, Yunlin Temple is order, even if the donor is a mountain tiger to lie down, the dragon has to be coiled. ”

The old monk said lightly: "Dare to ask the donor, which hand did you use when you killed the old disciple Sun just now?" ”

Under the flat tone, there was a terrifying murderous intent.

It was as if even the air had become extremely oppressive.

A group of customers have silently excused themselves outside the store, for fear of hurting the innocent.

In an instant, the heavens and earth, which were still full of people, were left with only two heads facing each other, and even the streets outside were empty for a while.

However, Li Zhibao and Li Lushan did not retreat.

They know Lao Huang's strength very well, and the old bald donkey in front of them alone is not qualified enough to find a place in front of Lao Huang!

When Lao Huang heard this, he laughed honestly twice.

Immediately, he stretched out his finger again.

"The old man is using this finger, what? Interested in digging a little deeper? ”

The old monk shook his head, folded his hands and said, "This finger is connected to the donor's head, right?" It stands to reason that the old man should have to screw off the donor's head, so that it can be considered even! ”

As he spoke, the old monk waved his sleeves and swayed violently, like an upside-down ancient pine, and lifted the three-foot staff into the ground.

He stomped hard.

Bang –

An invisible qi machine exploded with the old monk as the center.

The blue brick floor under his feet cracked and spread, and in an instant it turned into powder.

The tables and chairs in the store were also shattered at the moment when the gas burst out.

However, Lao Huang remained unmoved, and seemed to form an invisible wall of qi in front of him.

This wall of air blocked everything, and the two sons of the Li family behind him were able to stay still.

"Want to pick off the old man's head? You don't deserve it yet! ”

Lao Huang is still that silly look, and his sleeves are windless and automatic.

"Then the donor, the old man is here."

The old monk's mouth was closed one by one, and the staff in his hand was like a fire.

If you look closely, the staff looks like a hideous grimace, and there is even a supernatural light in it, like a resentful spirit imprisoned in it struggling.

You can even hear strange screams coming from the staff.

Chen Xiangbei, who was watching the battle by the window, widened his eyes.

Soul Refiner?

When he was in the palace, he had learned many methods of making divine weapons from Concubine Li.

Compared with the divine weapons made of human skin and flesh, the Yin weapon made of human spirit and resentment is superior, commonly known as the soul refining weapon.

But if you want to master this secret art of alchemy, you have to be a powerful leader.

The old monk in front of him is above Qianchuan!

"Donor, eat a stick from the old man!"

Whew-

The hideous and strange staff appeared fiercely, and he knocked down his head towards Lao Huang.