At the same time, Chen Xiangbei's two fingers hidden under his sleeves bent slightly, and countless sword intents fanned out around the old monk, and the sharp sword whistle almost pierced the eardrums!

"Hook me up!"

The moment Zhong Kui's hook was thrown out, the old monk obviously felt an irresistible power, and immediately let go of his finger and avoided it to the side.

"This 。。。。。。 How is this possible? He has supernatural powers? Three Martial Arts Buddhas? ”

Looking at the dragon shadow on the hook that devoured the sky and the earth, the old monk was already so surprised that he couldn't speak, just a little bit, he was hooked away from his soul, and he could not be reborn forever.

But before he could react, the hundreds of sword intents that spread out around him came like a tide in an instant!

Whoosh!

Several sword intents slashed across his body, tearing open one after another in an instant, and the swollen aura on his body was like a hole in the water bladder, pouring out.

The body began to dry up gradually, and it became more and more difficult to deal with the attack of sword intent.

And while he was busy dealing with the sword intent in the sky.

Ahead, a figure stepped in.

I saw him sweep an arc in mid-air, and the dark iron heavy sword in his hand smashed down on his head.

Bang –

The blade of the sword was slashed directly from the old monk's shoulder.

"Ah!!h

A scream spread, and the old monk knelt on the ground, and the body of the Gloomy Ecstasy Sword was directly stuck in his collarbone.

Seeing that he still had the intention of struggling, Chen Xiangbei stabbed and dragged out the heavy sword, and stabbed the old monk violently, until he couldn't move at all.

Bang –

Chen Xiangbei threw the blood-stained Gloomy Ecstasy Sword into the ground, his body holding the sword body and panting heavily, sweating like rain.

Since Zhong Kui's hook has been upgraded, it has become more powerful every time it is controlled, but it also consumes more of the power of the Yuan Shen.

In addition, Chen Xiangbei manipulated hundreds of sword intents at the same time, and his body was already overloaded, and it took a long time to calm down.

At that time, the battle outside the pavilion was still going on, and the winner was still not decided between Di Ting and Xingsen.

The waves caused by the fierce battle between the two made the entire pavilion crumble.

Chen Xiangbei immediately checked the corpse of the old monk, but after inspection, he found that he had been stabbed so much that there was still a faint breath left.

If you look closely, the old monk is holding an amber that has lost its aura, which must be his life-saving talisman.

Chen Xiangbei said helplessly: "You don't talk about martial arts!" Not only did I engage in sneak attacks, but I also used my loot without consent。。。。。。 ”

Lying down like this, not only did he not even look at the shadow of Zhao Xuanlang's 'present' body, but he also wasted a lot of Yuan Shen power, which is really a loss。。。。。。

And seeing that the battle outside has entered a white-hot stage, it will not be long before it ends.

Chen Xiangbei unwillingly glanced at the old monk lying on the ground, dragged him out of the pavilion like a dead dog, and quickly fled towards the dense forest in the distance.

And under the conception of that amber magic weapon, the injuries of the old monk's body are also recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Seeing this scene, Chen Xiangbei's face darkened.

"This magic weapon should have been his own !!"

"It was actually used by him。。。。。。 What an abomination! ”

Thinking of this, Chen Xiangbei decided to recover the loss from the old monk.

So, while the old monk had not yet woken up, he thought of sacrificing the Qingping Order, and planted the power of surrender into the sea of knowledge of the old monk.

As Chen Xiangbei stepped into the Abyssal Sea Realm, the level of the slave he could control naturally increased, and the old monk was seriously injured at this moment, so Chen Xiangbei easily completed the submission process.

"In the future, subdue your subordinates, just kill them first!"

Chen Xiangbei summed up new experiences.

At the same time, Chen Xiangbei's face also showed a smug smile.

The old monk in front of him, if he can fully recover, and his realm is not inferior to his own, he will definitely be able to come in handy!

Thinking of this, Chen Xiangbei's gaze subconsciously fell on the crotch of the old monk's pants.

"It seems like it's quite appropriate to attach this leg to Fahua."

But after thinking about it, Chen Xiangbei still dispelled this idea.

This old monk's strength is extraordinary, and he is the person under Di Ting's hands, and he may be able to help him find out Zhao Xuanlang's 'present' body and leave him a leg, which will be regarded as a reward!

Moreover, rashly breaking his leg will inevitably make his path fall into the realm, and it will not be easy to use!

As for Fahua, let him fend for himself!

Didn't he just say that Fayan wanted to come over?

Just wait for all the monks to be in place, and then store their legs together, so that it is not biased, but also can arouse their motivation to pull people's heads, killing two birds with one stone!

Thinking of this, Chen Xiangbei looked coldly at the old monk lying on the ground.

"You'd better not let me down, or this leg should be confiscated!"

After a stormy night, the entire Yunlin Temple was depressed to the extreme.

Inside the Great Murder Treasure Palace.

The former national teacher of the dynasty sat upright on the altar.

Below are a group of monks who have recently broken through.

In the battle last night, although Di Ting relied on the Buddha power bonus of Yunlin Temple to force Xingsen to retreat, it was a practice of killing 1,000 enemies and losing 800.

Neither of them fared much better.

"Listen well, Xingsen deviated from the scriptures and deceived the teacher to destroy the ancestors, if anyone dares to go down the mountain to join him, this seat will not be spared!"

When the monks under the altar heard this, their hearts beat faster, and they all withdrew from the Mahavira Hall after agreeing in unison.

After everyone left, Di Ting, who had been holding on to his spirit, finally showed fatigue, and his face became particularly ugly.

After last night's battle, he was almost certain that the person who stole Zhao Xuanlang's "next" body was not Xingsen, but someone else.

As for who it is, it doesn't matter.

The so-called lost east corner of the harvest of mulberry elm, he got a "now" body again in a blink of an eye, and it should be flattened.

After decades, Zhao Xuanlang has no news, and no one can see the clue anyway, so let's make do with it first.

"But why do you want to be hungry for me?"

"Even if it is a shell of Nirvana's failure, it is still worth a fortune!"

"You wait, one day, I will break your body into ten thousand pieces!"

After listening to calm down his thoughts, he got up from the altar of the Daxiong Treasure Hall and walked towards the pavilion in the back mountain.

At the same time, a wind swept over the hall and blew a corner of its robe.

When I looked closely, there was a face hidden in it.

It was the first emperor Zhao Xuanlang!

On the other side, Xing Sen, who was also injured, quietly returned to Zhao Chengyi's base camp.

Seeing Xingsen's pale face and multiple injuries on his body, Fa Hui and Fa Hua were taken aback.

What happened here?

Why did Xingsen go to Yunlin Temple, as if he had been beaten violently?

Even if he was physically wounded, he was still alive as if he were fake!

Could it be that the former national teacher is really still alive?

They really can't think of anything other than listening, who has such ability?

And just when the two of them were puzzled, the power of submission in their bodies was faintly moving.

It was Chen Xiangbei who was calling the two.

The two glanced at each other, immediately understood, and after briefly inquiring about Xingsen's injuries, they both retreated, and found the opportunity to slip out.