Since Qi Nanqing, on behalf of the local forces in Longshan, had a dispute with Monk Santo, and everyone re-sided in line, he, "Chen Laoshi", has taken a back seat.

Frost Knife was alone, and the lively boy had nothing to do with either side, so the two took the opportunity to retreat to the house, stay out of the matter, and sit and watch the conflict between the two sides.

The two of them are moving and still, and the contrast is strong.

Nine times out of ten, Zhang Yan focused his attention on the teenagers outside.

It is said to be guarding the Dharma, but in fact, it is the first time I have seen it.

He had only heard his voice before, but had not seen his person.

Xue Hanyi is silent and keeps his promises, and has a good reputation. That savage giant man was short-tempered and simple-minded, and his cultivation techniques were vaguely in line with the dark aura produced by Zhang Burning Dragon, and he was very easily provoked by negative emotions.

The first time they met, Zhang Yan had already discovered that the giant man had a flaw in his heart. Coming from a foreign land, relying on the killing moves driven by extreme emotions, it is the savage giant's nemesis all the way.

Heaven is lacking, heaven is extinguished, and heaven is extinct...... According to the techniques in "Nine Changes of Dragon and Snake", Zhang Yan can easily manipulate his emotions and influence the giant's thoughts.

With these two people guarding outside, at least you can block most of the trouble, and you don't have to worry about the curiosity of the person entrusted with the guard, and the guard steals or something.

As for this lively young man, his personality is too out-of-the-box, and he is really not a suitable person to guard the law.

Even if there were no outsiders to disturb him, Zhang Yan was worried that he would be curious and peek into his retreat.

It's just that the timing of this teenager's arrival is too coincidental!

At that time, Zhang Yan had already begun to turn into a dragon's blood cocoon, and he was about to fall into a deep sleep, and it was already his limit to be able to let this young man promise to protect the Dharma for him and stabilize him for the time being.

His gaze fell on the boy, and the translucent virtual screen was summoned by him.

Before he could see clearly, the boy outside suddenly jumped up and exclaimed, "Oh no!

With a wave of the jasper knife ring, the man turned into blue light, and the boy disappeared at the door of the stone house.

Zhang Yan's heart was pounding: "Coincidence or ......"

The assistant's interface was blank and failed to capture any information about him.

When I paid attention to the young man again, the turquoise light had already flown to an invisible place, and the wild forest gathering formation was shrouded, and I didn't see his breath, so he should have gone out of the formation.

Outside the stone house, daylight returned.

The dim light emitted by Santo, the old monk of Shanjie Temple, which had already been declining, became blazing again, like the scorching sun at noon, brilliant and atmospheric, like the middle of the day.

The purple and blue lightning that fell around Monk Santo's body just now, the brilliant color, was almost completely overwhelmed by the light of the great sun.

The chanting is louder and louder.

Sanskrit sound rolling.

From the voice of Santo monk alone, ten into hundreds, hundreds into millions, as if countless people chanted in unison, praising the great day.

Later, it was not only the Santo monk who was the only source. The chanting sound outside the formation also overshadowed Santo himself.

The sky is full of scriptures flying.

The inside and outside of the Wild Forest Gathering defensive formation shook together.

The force field shield formed by the power of the formation became brilliant and translucent.

Endless light, endless heat.

The endless sound of chanting like a tide transmitted from outside the defensive formation, coinciding with the voice of Monk Santo.

The thunder and lightning hovering over Santo's head became more and more sparse, and it was almost impossible to fall smoothly.

Wan Hongchang sneered, paused the attack, and no longer urged thunder and lightning.

"Which of the great monks of the Great Snow Mountain has arrived? Hiding the head and showing the tail, is it your Buddha's teaching?"

"Om Ma Ma Horn Mi Mi ...... Om Ma Horn Mi "

The inside and outside of the wild forest set reverberated with magnificent Sanskrit sounds.

All the different parts of the text are all in one word.

The monks outside the Yelinji defensive formation chanted the six-character Da Ming mantra in unison with a tone that was in line with the customs of the snowy region, solemn, sacred, grandiose, and mysterious.

The sound is neat and clear.

The sun shines even more.

Amazingly, in the stronger light of the sun, Monk Santo's body not only was not overwhelmed by this magnificent brilliance, but became clearer.

The monk's hat, face, robe, body, and feet are all gilded with a layer of brilliant golden light, as if incarnated as a golden statue made of gold.

Brilliant and mysterious, with three points of mysterious mantra spells back and forth.

One inside and one outside echo each other, and the light of the big sun is getting brighter and brighter, illuminating every corner of the wild forest set.

The abundant sunlight in turn separated the blue-purple electric light swirling on the dome in a small place, and the electric light flashed weakly, and then turned into thunder and fell.

The light of the great sun penetrated the invisible force field formed by the defensive array, and there was bright sunlight inside and out, connecting into one.

The force field separating the inside and outside is crumbling.

Finally, just listening to the sound of "pop", a huge bubble seemed to be punctured in the air.

Bang!

The wind blew fiercely, and the ground exploded with a thunderclap.

The strong air flow collided in the center, destroying most of the buildings that had survived with great difficulty.

The raging storm outside rushed in from where the force field was missing.

The remaining defensive formation completely collapsed under the impact of both internal and external aspects.

Sixteen flags burned at the same time.

The cold wind swept the ground, and palm-sized snowflakes danced wildly in the wind.

In the fierce cold wind and snow, seven or eight monks dressed almost like Santo swept into the original range of the wild forest set, and joined forces to attack Wan Hongchang, who was suppressed and fell into the wind.

All seven of them have cultivation levels that are almost the same as Santo's. In an instant, Wan Hongchang was in danger and fell on the verge of life and death.

"Good fellow! No wonder he didn't retreat, it turned out that there were reinforcements on his side, and he knew that the disciples he sent away would soon be able to ask for help. What a Santo, I was almost deceived by him!" Chagura sighed in her heart.

The tide is turning!

Even if the three members of the Chao family are not very determined, the strength of the five factions of Longshan, which seems to be weaker at the moment, is far greater than that of him alone.

Neither side can be provoked by him, and his strength cannot play a role in determining victory or defeat.

Chagura made a quick decision. The formation was breached, and after a slight glance, he immediately rushed away without looking back away from the battlefield.

The black old man Mo Mingqing and the white old dove Tu An Dai glanced at each other, and they had made up their minds in their hearts. At the same time, they stretched out their hands and grabbed Chao Yulong's arm, and shouted: "Let's go!" The two lights and shadows, one black and one white, merged into one, and disappeared into the snowflakes in the blink of an eye.

The situation reversed and reversed, the five factions of Longshan and the Snowy Buddhism, there were more and more masters on both sides, and the anger was getting bigger and bigger. Looking at it further, no matter which side you help, or whether you don't help either side, it is a matter of offending people and not in the interests of the Chao family.

It's better to get out as soon as possible!

"Wan Lao, let's go and help Wan seniors together!"

On the other side, Qi Nanqing shouted loudly.

Only Yan, Chen, and Zu responded immediately.

In the blizzard wind that was coming towards people with cold snowflakes violently, four more figures appeared, their hands folded, blocking the way of the four of them.

"Get out of the way!" Zu Gaoge roared, and a pillar of fire flew out of his hand.

The blazing crimson flames, wrapped in the flying sword, struck in the air.

The monk who was facing him grinned, his hands were slightly raised, his ten fingers moved, and when a handprint formed on his chest, he shouted: "Huh!"

It was as if there was an invisible and tangible torrent pouring head-on on the high-speed flying sword.

The crimson flame turned to orange, from orange to gold, and faded into orange-orange-red-crimson-dark red, and at a distance of two feet, the color dimmed little by little, and became a small flame attached to the sword, and finally completely extinguished.

The menacing flying sword slowed down, as if under great pressure, twisted out of thin air by a huge force, stagnating in the air, and bending into a bow. With a few sounds of "dangdang", the Fire Flying Sword, one of the standard equipment of Genli Mountain disciples, broke in the air and flew back backwards at a faster speed than when it came.

Knock!

"Humph!"

Zu Gaoge's face turned pale, not only from the external injuries caused by the broken flying sword. It's more about the mental damage caused by the destruction of the flying sword in the all-god envoy.

He was the fastest, the most relentless, and the most seriously injured.

The rest of Qi Nanqing, Chen Xing, and Yan Kai'an were each frustrated, and they all failed to break through the interception of the four monks who appeared later, at least they could be regarded as retreating.

Huo Jianxiong was more serious than them, and he shot a little slower. It wasn't until a few people were frustrated that the long sword was just in their hands.

Squinting his eyes, he glanced at another middle-aged monk who had arrived with Qi, Yan, Chen, and Zu with the four people of the Four Screens, and said in his heart: "Even if I fight for my life, it is impossible for the four monks to intercept it......!" Alas, it is useless to think too much!"

Chao Yulong's departure was due to the family, and he knew that he would be defeated and had to fight, also for the sake of the family!

The twelve monks who appeared successively had high and low cultivation, but they were all roughly equivalent to the realm of Daomen nectar, and they were not opponents that he could easily deal with. So far, I can only look at the other middle-aged monk who pressed the formation of Qi, Yan, Chen and others.

According to common sense, no matter how you think about it, it is pessimistic.

But the Huo family is no better than the Huang Dongchao family, he has to make a move, he has no choice!

Huo Jianxiong sighed secretly, drew his sword and stepped forward.

As soon as he took a step, his shoulder was suddenly slammed, and a strong force moved from his shoulder to the soles of his feet, fixing his body.

"Take care of a few juniors!"

The middle-aged monk who had been silent left a sentence in his ear and passed past Huo Jianxiong.

The figure is dashing, like a green bamboo in the wind, swaying from side to side, somehow, just in front of Qi, Yan, Chen, and Zu, the four monks who were like an iron wall became stupid in front of him, and he easily broke through, and came to Wan Hongchang, who was besieged by the Santo Eight Monks.

"Brother Wan, wait for my brother to help you!"

Surrounded by a heavy siege, the current four-screen Taoist people, Wan Hongchang, the four-faced god of the year, still has the same bearing. The old man's voice laughed loudly and said: "See the smile! See the smile! I can't cultivate for 40 years, I thought that I could slaughter a few monks this time when I went out of the mountain, but I didn't expect that I still had to rely on the rescue of the shepherd brother! Ashamed! Ashamed!"

"What is there to be ashamed of! Wild monks who can't be killed, just try your best to kill a few more and return me!"

"Yes pole! Yes pole!" Wan Hongchang tried his best to maneuver around, and promised loudly: "The wild monks who can't be killed should be slaughtered a few more!"

Every question and answer is regarded as if others are nothing.