The huge Buddha palm collided with the black qi that rose into the sky.

At the moment of contact, the source of countless sins turned into powder under the Buddha's palm, but this resentment and evil qi were only eliminated by one-tenth, and the endless black evil qi from the abyss continued to confront the Buddha's palm suppressed in the sky!

"Downplayed. Ximen Tian's heart raised his throat and eyes, and his starry eyes flickered a few times, but he did not look for the Manjushri Heart Sutra again.

Manjushri's Heart Sutra was not so easy to find, he had just rummaged through the entire Tibetan Sutra Pavilion, but he still didn't find anything.

He also knew that although the cultivation of this group of monks of Manjushri Temple was higher than him, if they dealt with this endless stream of evil spirits, they could only be weakened little by little until they were completely consumed.

Now there are only two ways, the first is to go to the Manjushri Temple to look for it again, and retreat immediately when the situation is not good.

The second is to take advantage of people's danger to force these monks to hand over the Heart Sutra. However, this will only hasten the destruction of Manjushri Monastery, and if these monks are sincere, they will definitely not be handed over to him.

As for helping them? Just kidding, even if the Manjushri Temple is destroyed, what does it have to do with Ximentian! It's a big deal to stay away from here and go to other places with Su Qin to find a replacement.

Ximen Tian trotted all the way, crossed the Heavenly King Palace, and passed through the release pool, and this magnificent Manjushri Hall appeared in front of his eyes. He didn't stop for anything, the light of the seven-star lamp flashed and he had already broken through the big array, and with a lift of his right hand, his fingertips touched the cool temple door, and easily pushed it open.

The first thing that catches your eye is a huge golden statue with a purple and gold body, shaped like a boy, with five hair crowns, a vajra sword in his right hand and a blue lotus in his left hand. The golden statue had half-closed eyes and a look of compassion, and its mount was a lion with a fire orb on it.

All the monks in the lotus pose around the golden statue, all eyes slightly closed, hands folded sitting on the futon, bursts of Sanskrit sound overwhelming, huge Buddha power to the center of the lotus. The four Celestial Elders were at their closest to each other and hung in the air, their hands constantly changing, inputting huge Buddha power into the golden statue.

"It turns out that this huge Buddha palm came from like this. Ximen Tian suddenly looked at the golden lotus phantom swaying left and right, but he was a little impatient in his heart. The Manjushri Heart Sutra floats on the blue lotus, exuding a simple and soft atmosphere.

But this golden lotus looks beautiful and holy, swaying left and right, but in fact, it is the spiritual power connection of the monks of this Manjushri Temple, although there is no power to actively hurt people, but if a monk who is only a Taoist monk dares to force his way into the battle, the consequences can be imagined.

Forget it, wealth and wealth are in danger! Ximen Tian circled back and forth around the Golden Lotus Formation a few times, but he helplessly found that with his formation knowledge, such a complex and profound array could not be seen at all, so he immediately picked up the seven-star lamp, his eyes flashed, and his figure gradually faded.

Unexpectedly, this magic circle was full of light, and countless Sanskrit words emerged from the lotus petals, and if the monks opened their eyes, they would find that a blue-purple flame phantom had slammed into the dark golden Sanskrit at the moment when they tried to pass through the large array.

"Oops. Ximen Tian was instantly bounced out and sat on the ground with his head covered. His magic weapon white clothes had been distorted and deformed, and his palms were even scorched by the golden lotus red flames, and even exuded bursts of fleshy fragrance.

"Hmph. Ximen Tian's face turned cold, and a Qingluan phantom with endless fire pecked at one of the Daoxuan monks. The corners of the monk's mouth twitched, and a Sanskrit word appeared in front of him.

With just a ding, Qingluan's weapon spirit from the fire sword received a shock and returned to the sword. The Sanskrit text quickly dimmed, and a few cracks appeared on it. The monk was in a cold sweat, and his techniques were a little unstable, obviously frightened.

"Donor, if you release these demons and cultivate the immortal realm for the sake of disaster, countless living beings will suffer from the catastrophe!" The elder at the head suddenly opened his eyes and stared at the white-clothed young man who was standing at the door of the hall and wanted to resist the sword again.

"All I need is the Heart Sutra. Ximen Tian turned his head to look at the dense cloud of demons and ghosts outside the window, and threatened word by word. Only by becoming a monk in Vientiane can you be one step closer to fulfilling the wishes of your father-in-law and ancestors, and only then can you take revenge on the traitorous ministers and the waning moon.

"People like you, not to mention stealing in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and people who are only interested in their own selfish interests, also want to get the Heart Sutra? Will you harm the world?" The upright voice came from the mouth of the monk who was only in the position of elder, obviously the senior brother of Manjusri Temple who had just wanted to arrest him in the Scripture Pavilion.

"Then don't blame me......" Before Ximen finished speaking, a sudden gust of wind blew, and all the candles in Wenshu Temple were extinguished.

In the compound of Wenshu Temple, a demonic wind blew in the flat ground, overturning the Buddha statue incense platform. Thick incense ash is sprinkled into the sky, like snowflakes flying, like white leaves falling all over the sky.

In the Wenshu Temple, countless white miserable figures are mixed in, and grievances are everywhere. The lay disciples hid in the meditation room, formed a stick formation, and looked out the window vigilantly.

Ximen Tian squinted his eyes and looked coldly at these virtual and real human, beast, and plant-like figures, and Qingluan was separated from the fire sword in the air. I don't know how long it took, but the sound of Suosuo sounded in my ears.

His pupils shrank, and the gossip array quickly appeared under his feet, and the four elephant phantoms hovered around him, and at the moment when the array had just taken shape, the sound of crackling explosions was endless.

Ximen Tian swept it with his divine thoughts, and dozens of almost transparent soul needles shot at him through the screen window!

"It's dangerous. Ximen Tian stared straight at the soul needle that began to dissipate less than an inch in front of him, and a cold sweat the size of a bean grain left on his forehead. He lowered his head and stroked the corner of his clothes, and the white clothes of the magic weapon were pierced by several soul needles, leaving inconspicuous pinholes. If I hadn't reacted in time, I'm afraid I would have suffered this blow on the head.

"You stinky monks, suffer death!" The door of the temple was blown in two by the wind, and a huge palm composed of countless resentful spirits slapped towards the Golden Lotus Array.

"Elders, hold on!" On the Manjushri Hall, a handsome monk flew by with a wooden bowl in his hand, his voice rolling like thunder in the sky, with an irresistible majesty.

Although the four elders all have celestial and human cultivation, they can use the power of heaven and earth and merge with it. However, under the gloomy black clouds, most of the aura between heaven and earth was isolated and polluted, and at least forty percent of one's strength was reduced.

The Buddha's palm has lost the source of the power of heaven and earth, like a tree without roots and water without a source, it can only be consumed little by little, and now it is extremely fragile, and can only barely stop most of the demons.

The wooden bowl was thrown out by the abbot of Yizen, and quickly grew into tens of thousands of zhang in mid-air, and the world was black and oppressed, all under the bowl. The mighty Buddha power quickly absorbed the power of millions of demons and ghosts into the wooden bowl, and for a while, the power of the wooden bowl and the Buddha's palm and the demons in the endless abyss was actually balanced.

In the main hall, Ximen Tian was stubbornly guarded in a corner, the lotus array and the dense soul needles like raindrops constantly collided, the space was constantly distorted, everything placed inside was strangled into ashes, and the powerful aftermath made the back door of the main hall be torn open with a hula, revealing a scene on the sacrifice platform.

"Xiaoqing!" Ximen Tian obviously saw the huge Qingluan surrounded by countless demons and ghosts.