At this time, even the abbot of Tianhong was forced to take a step back, Mo Dao only felt that there was an extremely strange force coming from the tip of the sword, his sword was like cutting in a pile of cotton, and he didn't need any strength at all, the two of them were so anxious for a long time, and finally Mo Dao took a half step back.

Mo Dao only felt that strange true qi had penetrated into his body, this feeling was like ants gnawing at the eight veins of the Qi Sutra, the masked man withdrew his pen, and looked at Mo Dao coldly, and the people around him looked at the two people quietly.

The masked man and Mo Dao were like two statues, both motionless, but no one spoke first, and the time passed little by little, suddenly, Mo Dao's whole person suddenly fell, and then began to convulse, and the monks hurriedly went over to help Mo Dao up.

"Mo Shizhu, Mo Shizhu!" Tianhong Abbot hurriedly shouted to Mo Dao, Mo Dao's face changed, and he suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, and then Mo Dao's body shook suddenly, only to see Mo Dao's face return to normal, he stared at the masked man, and suddenly grinned: "Is it just that." ”

The masked man couldn't help but be a little surprised when he saw Mo Dao back to the same as before, after all, he had used six successful forces just now, but he didn't expect to be carried down by this unattractive young man, and he wrote on the photo: Then try my trick again.

Mo Dao looked at the masked man coldly, made a defensive posture, only to see the masked figure move, and then another stroke came over, Mo Dao didn't dare to take it hard this time, and quickly turned around, wanting to dodge this stroke, at the same time, Mo Dao formed a spiritual shield in front of him.

With a snort, this stroke was clicked in front of the face, although it was not on Mo Dao's body, but it smashed a big pit on the ground, and Mo Dao was also blown by the pen wind, and flew out directly, Tianhong Abbot's face turned black directly, he sighed, and said to the masked man: "The old man is not capable, and he wants to personally preside over the temple protection array of Famen Temple, and try the donor's extraordinary kung fu." ”

The masked man nodded, and said, "Okay, I'll wait for you to line up the temple protection array, and then I can do it."

Abbot Tianhong was about to wave his hand to launch a formation, but the down-and-out scholar appeared in front of him at some point and raised a warning: "Great monk, although your great array of protecting the temple is powerful, but if you can't stop it, all the thousands of lives in this Famen Temple will be gone." ”

"Amitabha, sin, sin!" Tianhong Abbot Gao Huo Buddha said, and the down-and-out scholar sneered: "Great monk, why feel sorry for yourself, as long as you promise to give me the Dharma Sutra, this Famen Temple will still be saved." Abbot Tianhong was silent for a moment, and suddenly glared at him angrily, as if he wanted to swallow the down-and-out scholar.

The eyes of the abbot of Tianhong, the down-and-out scholar who saw it felt a chill in his heart, and he took a few steps back and said: "It's just for the sake of your temple's century-old foundation, if the great monk is willing to destroy, you have to decide, why bother to look at him angrily?"

Abbot Tianhong ignored the words of the down-and-out scholar, turned to look at the masked man, and said in a consultative tone: "The old man is willing to take the responsibility of the traitor Luo Wuzhou's apostasy, whether to kill or chop, but it is up to the donor to deal with it, but please let go of the Buddhist disciples of Famen Temple." ”

The masked man replied: All the rights and wrongs in the rivers and lakes are provoked by you, and it is difficult to deal with the sky if you don't kill all of you who are evil, and now you have pleaded again and again, I have to open the net and let the Famen Temple be preserved, and the two generations of disciples of wisdom and enlightenment will abolish martial arts and concentrate on cultivating to the Buddha. The monks of the Tian and Yuan generations committed collective suicide. At the same time, all the classic books recorded in the temple were taken out and burned on the spot.

Suddenly, the temple made an earth-shattering Buddha call, and I saw that the monks around were full of anger and shouted in unison: "We are all disciples of Buddhism, and we are willing to protect the foundation of our ancestors, and we don't want to give up our physical bodies to protect the Dharma, and we would rather be dismissed by the army than be insulted." ”

The masked man listened to the angry shouts of the monks, but his demeanor was very calm, as if he was not alarmed, unflustered and indifferent, and wrote again: Old bald, the time limit has come, if you are willing to accept the conditions I proposed, you should quickly send a message to the disciples of the whole temple, so that the heavens, the yuan, the wisdom, and the enlightenment will stand in two lines, so that they can commit collective suicide and abolish martial arts.

The abbot of Tianhong shouted a Buddha horn, and sighed: "Famen Temple has not encountered the situation like today for hundreds of years, and the old man ......" The voice did not fall, and suddenly heard a dumb hiss from the masked man, and the jade clap in his left hand suddenly made a move "wind sweeping the fallen leaves" to the abbot of Tianhong, and the golden pen in his right hand waved, and the hair of the pen spilled countless blood spots, which fell on the heads of the monks standing on the side like a shower.

Although the monks have long been on guard, they have no choice but to come quickly, and they have no time to dodge, only to hear a loud scream through the sky, fifty or sixty disciples of two generations of Zhijue, have fallen to the ground on the spot, the blood sprinkled by this masked man is several times more fierce than the blood-colored poisonous water spilled by the masked man before, the poisonous water of the previous masked man is just burning the skin, but the blood spot of the masked man is worried about his life.

Although the abbot of Tianhong was talking, he still did not ignore his vigilance, and when he saw the masked man swinging his slap attacking, he immediately turned around and struck out two palms in a row.

Two fierce forces, once connected, Tianhong Abbot was shocked back three or four steps on the spot, and the masked man did not even move his body, one fell with his left hand to slap, to Tianhong Abbot a bully, Ming Xiu plank road, secretly crossed Chen Cang, when the old abbot panicked and retreated, he changed to a horizontal leap halfway, the golden pen spilled blood spots, and the jade spewed fire, spraying out the monks on both sides.

The abbot of Tianhong was shocked, and suddenly used his strength, and slapped the fire with one palm, trying to extinguish the fire, but the fire was urged by his palm, and the fire was even more intense, and there was a terrifying scream, dozens of disciples of Yuan, Zhi, and Wu three generations have been in danger of being burned.

The monks of Famen Temple, in order to save the holy land of Buddhism, attacked the masked man one after another, and the blood spots spilled in the masked man's pen and the fire spewed out by the soul chasing shot were also endless, and they were not close to the masked man's side, and they were injured first.

In the blink of an eye, the monks of Famen Temple, there were a lot of dead and wounded, the corpses were scattered, miserable, this scene of tragic martyrdom to protect the Dharma spirit, can really cry ghosts and gods and move the world, Mo Dao looked at the monks who were hit by blood spots to death, only to see that there were small holes on the bald heads. Blood is constantly pouring out, and I can't help but feel sad about the masked man's cruel methods.

Abbot Tianhong saw his disciples going to the disaster one after another, and felt great grief in his heart, jumped in front of the down-and-out scholar, sighed, and said: "Than the donor, Lao Na is willing to exchange portraits with the Dharma Sutra, please ask the donor to be virtuous and try to stop the cruelty of the masked man!"

The down-and-out scholar was waiting for this opportunity, and after listening to the words of the abbot of Tianhong, he stretched out his right hand and said coldly: "Take it, I will immediately unfold the portrait for you to retreat from the enemy." The abbot of Tianhong hurriedly said: "The Dharma Sutra is in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and now the situation is critical, and it is too late to take it. ”

The down-and-out scholar shook his head and said: "In my next life, I listened too much to people's words, so I suffered a lot of losses, and I never wanted to be fooled again." There was another thrilling scream, interrupting the words of the down-and-out scholar, and in a blink of an eye, dozens of monks were injured in the square, and the abbot of Tianhong suppressed the grief in his heart, pleaded urgently, and said: "Donor, believe the old man, you see what a miserable, cruel, and urgent situation this is!"

The down-and-out scholar turned a blind eye and had no mercy, and still said coldly: "Their casualties are all the evil consequences caused by your old monk's thoughts. ”

Abbot Tianhong nodded and sighed: "The old man knows that he is immoral and incompetent, and he can't be decisive in case of trouble, so that the temple has an unprecedented catastrophe. The down-and-out scholar pondered for a while, and then asked solemnly: "Does the old monk really regret it?"

Abbot Tianhong nodded and replied resolutely: "The old man will never break his word. The down-and-out scholar then took out a scroll from his sleeve, held the top end of the scroll in his right hand, carefully unfolded it, and then turned the portrait towards the masked man, and shouted: "Li Hao, stop!"

When the masked man heard his name called, he couldn't help but pause, his hands immediately slowed down, and when he looked around, his eyes came into contact with the portrait. Suddenly, the fierce light was gone, tears poured out like a spring, and the masked black cloth was damp. He lifted his steps, took two slow steps forward, and fell to his knees towards the portrait, prostrating his head repeatedly.

The masked man bowed respectfully to the portrait for nine times, then stood up, looked at the portrait carefully, his lips squirmed, as if he wanted to speak, but he couldn't speak, he slowly moved the jade pat to his chest, and wrote with tears in his eyes: "Daddy, the child ......" and stopped writing, buried his head in his chest, and tears fell like rain.

The people present could not help but feel sympathy when they saw his sadness, and suddenly heard the masked man hissing and crying, and his body jumped up more than three feet in the air, and with a snort, he swept past the temple gate, like a big bat, and flew out.

The down-and-out scholar took a breath of cold air, calmly rolled up the portrait, handed it to the abbot of Tianhong, and said: "Old monk, what is the effect of this portrait? It should be worth exchanging the value of the Dharma Sutra with your temple, the masked man has not yet reached the desire to kill them all, and I don't know when he will come back, so hurry up and collect it." ”