Half a month has passed since the boy demon king got out of trouble, and during this time, Nalanda Temple dispatched a number of senior monks to hunt down and kill the boy demon king with the help of the girl Wei Rui.

almost ran tens of thousands of miles away, chased each other several times, but was got rid of each other every time.

Walking around the north, Zhixin and the others felt that the aura of the young demon king was getting weaker and weaker day by day.

Finally, at a certain time, they caught the trace of the young demon king, and Zhixin and the others besieged each other, and after fighting for half a day, they gave the other party a fatal blow, but all they gained was a piece of clothing.

At this point, how Zhixin didn't understand, the other party must have understood that they had the ability to track him, and tried every possible way to come out of the shell of a golden cicada.

The girl said apologetically, "I'm sorry, I didn't realize that he really ran away." ”

Zhixin said: "It's none of the donor's business, just blame the other party for being too cunning." Could you please sense the other party's position again?"

The girl was a little ashamed because she didn't realize it for a while, and she was a little ashamed in her heart, and this time she tried her best, and finally sensed a vague breath, and she seemed to point in a direction uncertainly.

Zhixin's expression changed and said, "That's Nalanda Temple." ”

He immediately thought of a possibility, that is, the real target of the Young Demon King was Nalanda Temple, and almost all of them were the elites of the temple this time, and now it was the time when the temple was empty.

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At the foot of Nalanda Temple, a beautiful young man slowly walked up the stone steps of the mountain road with a piece of grass in his mouth. He has a leisurely gait, a rather uninhibited demeanor between his eyebrows, just a pair of eyes under his eyebrows, but there is no trace of human emotion.

After a short time, he walked to the gate of the temple, and the monk stepped forward to stop him and said, "May I ask who is here?"

Boom, boom, boom.

The huge wave of air smashed the two monks away, and the beautiful young man walked into the door.

The door plaque of Nalanda Temple behind him fell with a bang, and in the temple, the alarm bell rang endlessly.

A monk holds a huge bell, the bell vibrates, and the void is still visible in the sound waves of substance, the so-called great Brahma sound, but it is like this.

The sound waves swept through the beautiful boy like a tide, and the other party's clothes moved slightly, and he gently slapped his palm.

Knock knock.

A clear palm print was imprinted on the giant bell, and the giant bell immediately split apart, and the fragments were embedded in the body of the monks in the temple who rushed over, and blood splashed wildly.

The beautiful young man walked past the monk holding the giant bell, completely ignoring the other party's life or death.

Arrived at a magnificent hall again, and countless legs appeared in the void.

The leg shadow changes wonderfully, and the beautiful boy is surrounded by water.

The beautiful young man smiled noncommittally, and countless palms grew on his body, facing the shadow of his legs, each palm had a deep and unfathomable magic eye, and suddenly released a cold magic light, shooting the shadow of the leg.

After a while, a fine monk's god form was squeezed out of the void, and he fell to the ground, spurting blood from his mouth.

The beautiful young man continued to move forward, and when he arrived at a square, one hundred and eight monks with spirit like wolf smoke formed a large formation to form a defensive line.

Seeing this, the young man's body turned into a black light and rushed into the large array.

Like a black dragon, it overturned the river and the sea in the big array. After several battles, dozens of monks fell to the ground, black light rose up, and went deeper into the monastery.

In front of it was the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and at this moment a monk covered in gold fell from the sky. It is the current Dharma Master of Nalanda Temple. He is only a weak crown and has supernatural powers, which is already very extraordinary, but he is still a step away from the Dharma Master and Miaose Zen Master thousands of years ago.

It's just that he has no choice, at this moment, he can only prevent this fang from entering the Scripture Pavilion with a fearless heart, otherwise the consequences will be unimaginable.

The Dharma Master of the Victorious Truth used all his strength to make the golden body of Zhangliu, and the golden Buddha fist burst out, bringing up dazzling golden rays, and more than a dozen of them turned into dragon-like phantoms in the void, with the sound of the heavenly dragon, and attacked the young man.

The young man did not dodge or dodge, and let the dragon-like strength tighten himself like a long rope.

Layers of golden dragon-like energy completely submerged the young man.

The Venerable Master didn't have the slightest color, and he could feel a terrifying potential gathering in the Young Demon King, getting stronger and stronger.

The strength of his fist was like enveloping a huge furnace that could explode at any moment.

The premonition finally became a reality, and the young demon king's body finally burst out with powerful energy, like a storm crashing on the shore, a chaotic stone piercing through the air, and escaping energy, resulting in a crack in the ground that was heavily influenced by Buddhism and was as hard as diamond.

It was the ground where the Taoist flying sword could not leave a trace, and in the face of this energy, it was as fragile as tofu.

The Venerable Master felt the gap in strength between himself and the Young Demon King, even if he cultivated to the realm of Vajra not bad, I am afraid it would be difficult to suppress the other party.

Although the Dharma Master's cultivation was extremely fast, he was still too young to digest all the innate cultivation experience.

It can only be said that this is a disaster that God has sent to Nalanda Temple.

The danger encountered by Nalanda Temple this time will be even worse than the decisive battle between the Great Sima and the Dharma Master of that generation.

The Zen mind of the main practice of the Dharma of Victory cannot help but waver. The Buddha family will become a bad and empty house, this is a harbinger of the destruction of Nalanda Monastery, and he will also be the last generation of Dharma masters.

Unwillingly, the Dharma Master recited an obscure incantation, and the gold on his body became deeper, similar to a dark gold.

His momentum rose to the next level, and the whole person seemed to be in a thick circle, heading towards the young demon king.

The path that the Supreme Master had traveled was shattered by the strength escaping from his feet.

The dark golden fist, facing the white palm, spread the energy to all directions, and it was a shocking mess in the square outside the Scripture Pavilion.

A huge circular pit appeared, and the young demon king's neat clothes were stained with blood, which was not his blood, but the Victorious Lord's.

In an instant, they exchanged blows thousands of times.

The Young Demon King said lightly: "Are the Dharma masters of the Nalanda Temple so weak? ”

The Venerable Master was speechless, he propped himself on the ground with one hand, and the gilt gold on his body began to fade. He had done his best, but he still couldn't hurt this demon king in the slightest.

The young demon king looked at the Scripture Pavilion again, revealing a hot look, last time he was hit hard by that generation of Dharma masters in this Scripture Pavilion, this time he will not repeat the mistakes of the past, and he will walk in openly.

The Young Demon King walked forward slowly, approaching the threshold of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion.

The Venerable Master couldn't help but look desperate.

He tried to stand up, but the muscles and bones in his body had been shattered, and there was no strength left in his body, and his body was empty.

The Young Demon King couldn't help but smile, and after he got the Wordless Sutra, he set fire to the broken temple to relieve the stuffiness in his chest.

The Venerable Master closed his eyes in despair, he couldn't bear to see this demon king trample on the most sacred place of Nalanda Temple.

When the young demon king was about to walk to the threshold, he noticed that a broom was stretched out, accompanied by a clear sigh, "You have soiled this place." ”

At this time, for the Young Demon King, it was no less than the Nine Heavens Thunder hitting his body, and he obviously didn't notice that there was someone inside!

And the withered Zen mind of the Venerable Dharma Master was also awakened by this sigh.

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