The abbot was looked down upon, visibly angry, and suddenly disappeared here.

Mu Chenxin shook his head: Don't you understand what I said, no matter how fast you are, but without strength, my defense can't be broken, what are you going to fight me?

The abbot didn't seem to hear what Mu Chenxin said, and then he appeared in another direction with a black breath.

When a stick is struck, it disappears here in an instant, and when it reappears, it is in another place.

Back and forth, over and over again, repeating several times, each time it was a blow and it disappeared, and then the next stick appeared in another place.

When I got to the back, there was already an afterimage, obviously the abbot was in a hurry, and the speed was getting faster and faster, but the big bell in Mu Chen's heart was as solid as a rock and as stable as Mount Tai.

At this time, Yang Ziming had already woken up, he felt very noisy nearby in his consciousness, and when he woke up, he felt that his brain was still a little drowsy.

He patted his head, trying to make himself feel better, and then he heard the sound of a big bell.

Looking for the voice, I saw that the abbot who had just fought with him was fighting with Mu Chenxin.

Standing aside and taking a closer look, he found that the abbot who had just easily suppressed himself was so understated in front of Mu Chenxin.

And it seems that he has no intention of making a move, and the most important thing is that he perceives that the current abbot is much stronger than when he fought with him just now, and the black stick in his hand does not feel like an ordinary product.

This person is more popular than a dead person, he just insisted on it so hard, and he hasn't done his best yet. And he can suppress himself to death.

Look at it now, fighting desperately, you can't even break through the defense, and most importantly, you're a little too lazy to fight.

The abbot was very angry now, and after knocking dozens of sticks, he felt that there was no result, and he rose directly into the sky, and the black qi in his body suddenly spread in all directions.

Mu Chenxin looked up, and said with a sad look of a young man who didn't work hard: Hey, hey, I'm talking about your lack of strength, don't you hear what is being said.

True Qi can't break through the defenses when it gathers up, and now it's just a futile drain to spread out his own power.

But the abbot didn't seem to be ready to listen to her, and the true qi spread out in all directions, and began to dissolve after it was dispersed.

In the end, he became the abbot, and the doppelganger technique, plus the abbot himself, was nine in total, rushing from every corner with a stick.

Mu Chenxin was surprised: You actually use the doppelganger technique, it seems that your status in the demon clan is not small, at least at the level of a general, how can you be willing to lurk in our small floating temple for so long, it really hurts you.

After confirming, you can see carefully that Mu Chenxin grabbed the stick in his hand hard.

After taking the attack stance, it instantly fell from the air, and the sound of percussion, "bang bang bang" sounded, and it was endless.

As if striking on a metal object, the clock face trembled a little and floated after the eight doppelgangers struck it at the same time.

The final blow was struck by the abbot, and then with the loudest sound, the whole bell shook and chime.

Then I saw that under the abbot's stick, the top of the bell was shattered into streaks.

But this line is not very big, just a little cracked, although it is only a little, but the corner of the abbot's mouth also leaks a smile.

"I'll see how long you can shrink your head as a turtle, and now I'll break your clock!"

With that, the abbot turned and flipped around, and his shadows followed suit, and then left where they had been.

Slowly in the direction of the elder brother who converged in all directions, the shadows began to move, turning in the sky above the golden bell.

That small crack was slowly repairing, and it was almost gone, and Mu Chenxin's face was no longer relaxed, because he knew in his heart that the next attack, the golden bell jar would definitely be broken.

The long stick in his hand, re-appearing the Sanskrit of Buddhism, rotated on the long stick.

The clones attacked here, but this time they didn't come from all directions, but from one position, one after another.

The abbot was accumulating his strength behind his clone, and the black fog was even thicker, this time, he was bound to win, and he must break it with one blow.

Under the continuous attack of the shadows, the bell did not move, and it was obvious that the strength exerted by these clones was only one-tenth of the main body.

There are more of them, and their strength has weakened, but a strange scene has appeared.

Under the successive attacks, the clone was still transformed, as if it was constantly attacking.

Under such an attack, the Admiralty vibrated again and again.

Mu Chenxin sneered: I didn't expect you to even use a shapeshift stick, I am now more and more curious about your true identity.

The abbot laughed: I will have a lot of things, don't blink, just look at it.

In the end, the clone was synthesized from eight to one, gathering all the power on one clone, and I saw that his materialization was basically similar to that of a normal person.

After gathering together, they hold a stick above their heads and smash it down.

"Bang!!"

After a loud bang, the place where the golden bell had just cracked was being repaired, but now the cracks were even bigger, almost half-broken.

After this attack, the abbot's doppelganger turned into a puff of black smoke and disappeared.

Just as he didn't react, the abbot who was gathering true qi in the sky suddenly disappeared, and in an instant, there was another loud bang.

A long black stick smashed against the bell, and this time, the whole body of the bell began to crack continuously, and the ripples of the shattering roamed over the body of the bell to every corner.

One lasted to the bottom of the bell, and the whole bell shattered, and a sound of glass breaking came out, and the bell broke in response.

The abbot quickly turned to leave, and the aftermath of the explosion did not affect him personally.

Standing in mid-air with a black long stick, he laughed: This Shaolin-colored golden bell jar is nothing more than that, why is this broken, I originally wanted to play for a while.

Mu Chenxin turned the golden long stick in his hand, stood behind his back and said: So you think I will only have a golden bell jar?

The abbot smiled: If you have any moves, you can use them, and I will break them for you one by one.

Mu Chenxin shook his head: Hey。。。。。 Just breaking a golden bell jar can make you feel so accomplished, how weak you are usually.

But since it's broken, it also means that you deserve to fight me, but what you just said makes me very uncomfortable, and I think you look down on me a little.

Don't you really want to know my true strength? I'll let you be quiet today.