The black clouds crush the temple and want to destroy it, and there is no fluorescent illuminated armor!

This is an inevitable war, and it has been doomed since the time Fa Wu used some righteous means to force Su Mu to leave!

Isn't the demon an old lady who eats persimmons and picks out soft pinching, if Su Mu, the master of Changming Temple, is still here, will the demon still dare to come?

Yes, they didn't dare to make trouble with that person, but in the face of some monks who didn't dare to come to trouble, could they still be called demons?

Can you still live up to the name of a demon?

The demon leader in the rolling demon clouds didn't want to use his sons to fight hard, so he had already prepared a surprise for the monks of Lanruo Temple!

Don't these monks put down their butcher's knives every day and put them in their mouths to become Buddhas? So let these monks see what a butcher's knife is!

"Bring those villagers in!"

The demon leader shouted loudly, and on that mountain path, hundreds of demons were pressing thousands of mountain people to come over!

Although the Fa Wu in the Demon Suppression Array had vaguely guessed the outcome of the matter, his eyes were still red, and he roared angrily: "You crazy demons, aren't you afraid of five thunders in the sky?"

It is true that the Demon Suppression Array restrains the demon's mana, but if the demon personally attacks the Great Array, but drives the mountaineers to oppress in the name of righteousness, Fa Wu doesn't know how to choose for a while!

The demon leader laughed and said, "I drop the work of the reincarnation of the demon realm, and you drop the work of the eighteenth layer of hell reincarnated beasts!"

All beings under the way of heaven are equal, although humanity is great!

But all things are born to support people, and people have nothing to repay the sky. Everything has a cause and effect, and a considerable part of the cause and effect of the death of these mountain names will also be calculated on these monks!

"Come on!, tell these villagers that if these monks get out of here, Lao Tzu will let them live!"

The faces of the mountain people who were strapped with demonic blades around their necks were full of fear! Some of the timid mountain people had their legs and stomachs spinning.

"Masters, have mercy on us, give them this place!"

"Yes, yes, you can't care if we live or die!"

"Ladies and gentlemen, save us! Aren't you purifying sentient beings? We are sentient beings!"

The words of a poor and sour talent pierced into the heart of Wufa like a knife, and such a scene was quite familiar to the mountain people present and Wufa!

The incident that happened six or seven months ago is as vivid as yesterday, and the great monks of Fashan Temple have obtained this place of spiritual energy gathering with the help of righteousness.

Now the demons have also used this method, but the demons have done it more directly! Directly put the knife on the necks of the mountain people, and they can't resist it!

Listening to the indignant voices of the mountain people, the monks present inevitably wavered in the hearts of the Buddha, and a soft-hearted monk said: "It's better to withdraw the formation, after all, it's thousands of lives!"

"The Buddha also cut meat to feed the eagle in the past, so what's the harm if we serve the demons today!"

However, it was soon lost in the verbal criticism of many monks, and it was a person who didn't want to die in the face of such a situation, let alone a cultivator who was moving towards the upper realm all day long.

Death is a difficult choice for these people, since it is difficult to choose then they will not choose to die, although the Buddha once cut meat to feed the eagle, but can not expect all monks to be as virtuous as the Buddha!

After thinking about this question clearly, it is not difficult to see what kind of choice these monks will make!

Fa Wu said with compassion: "Buddha and demons are not separated, if you put down the butcher knife, the poor monk can let you go, otherwise don't blame the poor monk for killing the ring!"

At this moment, I can't look down on the demon leader, if you don't want to save it, don't save it, and you have to get so many masks! If this mask is removed, the disciples of the Buddhist sect may not be much better than the demons!

"Amitabha, great compassion!"

Just between the lightning and flint, a golden handprint crossed the sky and fell into the rolling demon clouds, and there was a sign of a palm slapping the rolling demon clouds away!

The demon leader said: "It turns out that this is the great virtuous monk of Fashan Temple, and he is not afraid of the ridicule of the cultivators in the world when he uses such a sneak attack method?"

As he spoke, an iron spear withstood the rapidly falling Great Compassion Palm, although the Buddhist Sect exercises restrained demons, there were always some demon bloodlines left over from the ancient demon gods that could avoid this problem!

Because when the ancient demon body was majestic, the Buddha Amitabha was still wasting time in Lingshan, and there was no so-called Buddhist kung fu to restrain the demon god!

"Carving insect skills, I dare to take it out to offer ugliness, I see that the monks of the Buddhist sect are really getting more and more alive!"

Runes burst out from the iron spear, and the dark blue light shone like a bright lamp in the dark night!

The seemingly invincible Great Mercy Palm was defeated under the attack of the iron spear.

Fa Wu spit out a mouthful of blood in his heart and said with a wry smile: "Who should I be? It turns out that the bloodline of the ancient demon gods, no wonder you dare to act so recklessly, aren't you afraid that my Terran predecessors will pluck your skin and cramp?"

The demons with the bloodline of the ancient demon gods are all good materials for alchemy refiners, and the Yao people with the bloodline of these demon gods are all thinking about how to cover their whereabouts.

I didn't expect such a bold demon god bloodline to dare to appear in front of the cultivators!

The demon leader laughed a few times and said: "What about acting recklessly, is it possible that you Buddhist monks can still help me?"

"Remember this man because you died!"

With the knife in hand, a mountain man who knelt on the ground lost his precious life, and what followed was the cry of the dead mountain people!

Under the rolling demon clouds, a little demon carrying a flag walked out, and without fear, he came to the Demon Formation of Fawu and planted the flag on the ground!

Roared: "My general said, kill one with a stick of incense, when you withdraw the formation, you will let these mountain people leave!"

And in the back row of demons with devil-headed broadswords, they lit a thin and short incense stick in front of the kneeling mountain people!

The incense burns quickly, leaving little time for the monks to make a decision, and if there is a long delay, another person will die.

The light of the Buddha still did not fade, and the monks in the demon array chanted loudly: "Amitabha, good, good!"

Fa Wu felt powerless for a while, yes, powerless!

He also wanted to save these mountain people, but once the formation was removed, not only the mountain people would die, but even they would die, if they died, who would remember this battle, and who would go to take revenge on the demons!

So they can't die, at least not now!

There is no mistake