Ling Yun opened the first demon form, and the void clicked!

"Broken"

The big golden hands fell like shards!

And the other side: "I underestimate you!"

After that, the chanting of the scriptures began.

Ling Yun no longer grinded and chirped, but clenched his fists again, and smiled evilly!

"Boom"

The punch was like a dragon, so fast that it was almost impossible to see the punch, and it hit hard.

The sound of space shattering was heard here...

On the other side, there was a scream...

Ling Yun's punch passed through this void and rushed straight to the opposite side!

Over Putuo Temple!

A huge fist fell!

Half of the Pavilion collapsed, and many disciples were killed.

If it weren't for a number of masters, each showing their magical powers, Putuo Temple would have fallen from this Putuo Mountain.

And Wu Qingyou's master, Master Zhengde, knew that he was in trouble, and his face was full of guilt!

At the same time, he said angrily: "Such a demon has lost his conscience and does all kinds of evil, my Buddha is merciful, and he will definitely be able to kill this person for us!"

Master Zhengguo frowned: "Fighting alone, we are obviously not opponents!"

Looking at the fist with such a destructive power, everyone was frightened, and their faces were shocked.

Master Zhengde said with a serious face: "The disciples of Putuo Temple went down the mountain to practice, just to find out the news of this demon!"

Master Zhenghe said: "The disciples have never seen the true face of this demon, how can they find it?"

Master Zhengde was dumbfounded!

Ay!

That's right!

No one has ever seen it, how can you find it?

I can only inquire about similar things in many ways, such as going to the Martial Spirit Continent first, maybe the demon is still there, the masters said in their hearts.

"Senior brother, don't panic, let's shatter the void again and fight with that demon!"

The person who came is the abbot of Putuo Temple, the authentic master!

"Senior brother, is this true?" asked Master Zhengguo with his hands folded.

Master Zhengde seemed a little scared: "Will this affect Senior Brother's cultivation?"

Master Zhengzong waved his hand and said nonchalantly: "If I don't go to hell, who will go to hell?"

Master Zhenghe said: "Forget it, this scripture pavilion still needs to be repaired at the moment, and it will be a long time in the future!"

To put it bluntly, Master Zhenghe is just afraid, the power of that punch is too strong, what if you do it again?

The consequences are unimaginable!

Who knows if that adversary has hole cards!

Master Zhengzong nodded and continued: "Lao Gu needs to go to the Great Putuo Temple, and the comfort of the Little Putuo Temple depends on you. ”

"Senior brother, don't worry!"

Several masters replied in unison!

The senior monks in the Great Putuo Temple are all immortal emperors in the late fifteenth and sixteenth periods, and they are Xuanzi monks!

Each one of them is an old monk who doesn't know how many years he has lived.

And the small Putuo Temple is the authentic master and several of his junior disciples in the later fifteenth of the Immortal Emperor, who are the orthographic generation, and there are some disciples like the Immortal Emperor and the Immortal Emperor.

Immediately, the monks of Putuo Temple looked at the air, their fur was numb, they were frightened, and even more terrified.

Nima!

I saw that the void in mid-air opened, and countless fists fell!

Boom boom...

The disciples of Putuo Temple resisted stubbornly and screamed again and again!

After the fist, there was a moment of calm.

I thought that this matter was over, but who knows, the fist just now is an appetizer, and the real horror is behind.

It looks like the sky is about to break!

Seeing that the situation was not good, Master Zhengzong hurriedly shouted: "Senior brothers, come here!"

"All disciples assemble!"

The words fell

Above the sky

A terrifying ball of energy descended, black mixed with flames, and from the outside, thunder and lightning shone inside.

The entire energy ball is more than ten times that of Putuo Mountain!

Master Zhengde's face turned pale, and the secret Putuo Temple couldn't be saved, that dead pervert didn't let him go?

When the sphere falls on the Putuo Temple...

There was a flash of light between heaven and earth, and the twelve domains of the small Putuo Temple were removed!

After a moment of silence, there was silence all around.

Master Zhengzong lay down and spewed out a mouthful of old blood, shivering and looking at the sky, and smiled bitterly: "My Buddha is compassionate!"

"Senior Brother, Senior Brother Zhengde is dead!" Master Zhenghe said weakly, his tone very sad.

"Hey"

"I'm okay, there's still a Yuan Infant to rebuild!" Master Zhengguo finished speaking, floating around, terrified!

They have joined forces and resisted desperately!

Why is this still the case?

That's the strongest defense?

The golden bell jar of the defensive formation of the small Putuo Temple, there are many disciples reciting scriptures, and there are also the blessings of the mana of him and his junior disciples.

Why can't they be saved?

Masamune is also full of hatred in his heart.

Tens of thousands of miles in radius, unrecognizable, all black soil smoking, grass and trees turned into nothing, high mountains razed to the ground, and their small Putuo Temple is a big deep pit.

Except for Master Zhenghe and the monks and disciples of the Little Putuo Temple, all the others were seriously injured!

Samurai Castle

In the crape myrtle heavenly array, Ling Yun yawned and lifted the demon form!

The tiger does not threaten when he is a sick cat?

How can you do it without teaching them how to behave?

Slowly find the crape myrtle stone!

It was a piece of jade that was white and red!

Ling Yun clasped out the formation eye with his hand, and at the same time, the formation space shook the mountain, and the martial artists who were outside the formation had bad thoughts in their hearts.

Ziwei Shenshi took out his hand, and Ling Yun left with a smile in his heart.

Bang

The crape myrtle heavenly array collapsed in an instant due to the loss of an important core.

The people of Wujiazhuang looked at each other with a shocked expression, and after repeatedly confirming that the Ziwei Heavenly Array was destroyed, their faces were like ashes.

The head of the martial arts family said secretly, what about the three clan elders who guarded the formation?

Could it be?

An even more terrible thought arose in his mind!

He's dead!!

Who is it that can't get along with their martial arts?

Even if they knew who the murderer was, they were helpless, after all, the three clan elders couldn't beat them, so how could they be?

For a while, the elders of Wujiazhuang seemed to be hundreds of years old.

City of Years

Ling Yun yawned again and again and came out of the ghost lady's room, he didn't know that the little guy knew that he was not in the room.

When he came out, he said, "Sissi, Dad woke up!"

The little guy listened to the six protectors talk about Journey to the West, pursed his lips, and muttered, "Lie to the children." ”

Ling Yun was dumbfounded, how could it be different from what he thought, shouldn't Sissi run over with joy to hug?

Among the seven elves, the eldest brother Lilith stared at Lingyun with big eyes, her fingers trembled and pointed at Ling Yun, and her mouth trembled: "It's you, saint! Hades!!"

Ling Yun yawned, shrugged his shoulders and said, "Elf?"

It's a little unexpected to be recognized, how can they recognize it, and they are not very old!

Listening to the question in Ling Yun's heart, the ghost lady replied, "Sissi, the slave they bought. ”

Lilith excitedly said, "Lord Hades, we are your loyal people. ”

"Remember our Night Forest?"

"Night Elf?" Ling Yun touched his chin, and the little guy heard as if Ling Yun knew something, and ran over to hug his feet, his beautiful eyes raised to look at him.

Instinctively reacting, Ling Yun took Sissi into his arms.

(End of chapter)