The temple remained silent and there was no response.

Fu Hu frowned slightly, looked at the young man behind him without a trace, spoke again, and repeated.

On the contrary, the young man seemed a little impatient at the moment.

"What are you doing with all this!"

"Don't you feel hypocritical?"

"Those words we said on the mountainside, the golden cicada must have heard it clearly!"

"Now between us and the golden cicada, it is tantamount to a race against time!"

"If you have this time to waste your tongue, it's better to go straight in."

As the words fell, the young man suddenly floated in mid-air, slowly raised his hands, and the power of the immortal spirit diffused, and finally condensed in his hand, turning into a huge long sword.

"To Lao Tzu... Chop! ”

"Ben Xian wants to take a look today, the famous golden cicada, there are still a few means left today!"

The sword qi rippled.

The ruined temple in front of him was almost split in two in the blink of an eye.

The rickety wooden door was completely shattered, revealing the scene inside the temple.

Jin Chanzi was dressed in a white monk's robe and sat cross-legged in the center of the temple.

Even if the temple was broken, it was still intact, and even from beginning to end, it did not open its eyes, folded its hands, and looked soft.

"Sure enough..."

For some reason, the moment he saw the golden cicada, Fu Hu still had instinctive fear in his heart.

The experience of being dominated over the years has emerged one after another, constantly flickering from his mind.

His hand, hidden in his robe, trembled slightly.

"Pretending to be a ghost!"

"What else are you looking at?"

The young man glanced at Fu Hu with dissatisfaction, and he was holding a long sword and rushing towards the golden cicada!

The old man took a step back, his eyes half-closed.

At the moment when the young man approached the golden cicada, chains condensed by the power of the fairy spirit appeared in the void, binding the golden cicada inside.

"Three seconds!"

The old man spoke in a hoarse voice.

The young man's eyes lit up, and he instilled all the immortal power that he had originally left behind to defend into the long sword in his hand, and the sharpness rose a few points!

The tacit understanding between their brothers is something that has been tempered little by little by fighting over the years.

The younger brother said that he could control the golden cicada for three seconds, and that was three seconds!

What you have to do is to trust unconditionally.

He believed in his brother for thousands of years, and his brother never let him down.

But this time...

The golden cicada quietly opened her eyes, and there was a faint golden light in her eyes.

He calmly looked at the young man who rushed in front of him, and even with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, his body exerted a slight force.

In the next second, the chains shattered.

The old man in the distance spewed out a mouthful of blood mist, with a look of disbelief.

His chain can even be controlled by Da Luo for five seconds!

Originally, it was said that three seconds was already an overestimation of the golden cicada!

Unexpectedly...

"He's not seriously injured!"

"Trap!"

The old man shouted in a hoarse voice and looked at his brother!

But at this moment, the young man was only less than half a meter away from the golden cicada, and even if he knew that there was a deception, it was too late to retreat.

Fu Hu was obviously supposed to make a move with the young man, but at this moment, he was cowering in the distance.

Thinking of this, the old man glanced at Fu Hu resentfully, gritted his teeth, and with a resolute look in his eyes, the power of the fairy spirit surged again.

In an instant, the old man and the young man swapped places!

"Don't!"

"Are you crazy?"

The young man seemed to sense something, and opened his mouth to roar.

But the old man didn't even have a chance to speak.

Jin Chanzi looked at the old man who appeared in front of him out of thin air for a long time, and raised his palm lightly and slapped it on his chest.

In the next second, the old man's chest collapsed, his bones shattered, and he flew out upside down.

But Jin Chan waved his hand again, froze the old man's figure in mid-air, got up slowly, and tidied up his monk's robe, showing his elegance.

Seeing the golden cicada's breezy appearance, Fu Hu's pupils shrank suddenly, and his body trembled violently.

The self-esteem and pride that had been built up so hard were completely shattered at this moment, like a joke.

Even until this moment he realized that no matter how resentful he was in his heart...

When he saw the golden cicada, he still didn't even have the courage to fight back.

"Brother!!

The young man's eyes were blood-red, staring at the old man who was bound in the void by the golden cicada, and his muscles flared up.

"Is this your brother?"

The golden cicada finally spoke, her voice was as warm as jade, she looked at the young man, and then at the old man, and the smile on her face became brighter and brighter.

"You said you would kill me personally."

"I'll be waiting for you right here."

"But now..."

"I'm disappointed by your performance."

The golden cicada spoke slowly again.

The young man didn't respond, his eyes were still locked on his brother, and after a long time, he said in a low voice: "What conditions can let my brother live?" ”

"Condition..."

"Are you thinking too much of yourself?"

Jin Cicada smiled, her voice was gentle, but there was a little disdain in her eyes.

The young man also gradually regained his composure at this moment, and looked at Jin Chanzi: "No matter what, we are all people of the Heavenly Court, killing my brother at this moment is also a trouble for you, it is better to treat my two brothers as dogs and let them go, we will be in the future..."

"Future?"

Jin Chanzi interrupted the young man's words, as if recalling something: "Just two hours ago, didn't you say it yourself..."

"Aren't you qualified to represent Heavenly Court?"

"Actually, I still agree with you when you say this."

"If I kill you, Heavenly Court will not blame me for a dead person, you should know this matter in your heart."

"Why, what happened to me, but I can't see through it?"

As he spoke, the golden cicada slowly raised his right hand, leaned forward, and pressed it against the old man's forehead.

The young man instantly became frightened: "No, you can't do this, you can't..."

But before he finished his words, Jin Chanzi smiled and increased the strength of his palm.

In the next second, the old man's head exploded.

Blood splattered on his white robes, and he didn't blink an eye.

As for the old man, he didn't even have a chance to escape from his soul thoughts, so he died in the hands of the golden cicada.

The young man spurted out a mouthful of blood, staring at the golden cicada with hatred, and then at the cowering Fuhu in the corner, taking a deep breath, no longer hesitating, turning around and fleeing down the mountain.

For some reason, Jin Chanzi didn't chase the young man, but let him escape.

It wasn't until the young man's figure disappeared from his field of vision that he turned around again and looked at Fu Hu.

"It's worthy of the Arhat I picked up with my own hands."

"I really know that."

"The first one to touch here is you."

"Looks like I'm alive, and something makes you unhappy."

The golden cicada said lightly.

Fu Hu was agitated, knelt on the ground violently, and even spoke with a trill: "I... I didn't, I..."