Listening to the words of the two unfathomable cultivators begging for mercy, the brilliance in Chu Xianmei's eyes flickered again and again, she was really proud of her master!

Seeing that there was no danger, Yang Xiaolian couldn't help but jump out from a distance, and he shouted loudly: "You two guys, keep saying that you are the branch inheritance left by Master Jianzhen, so in the past hundreds of years, have you gone to the temple where the master was a monk in Huaxia to recognize his ancestors and return to his ancestors?"

"No, I didn't. Sorumi looked embarrassed and pressed his head lower.

"It's not that I don't want to, it's that Huaxia doesn't recognize us. Kong's voice was as small as a mosquito and fly, and it was so embarrassing that it couldn't be done, but everyone present could finally hear it.

Speaking from the heart, they must want to admit it, and if they admit it, they will have a complete cultivation method, and the benefits of the sky are great, and they are just low and small, so why don't they recognize each other?

This can be seen from the name of their brother.

However, the Huaxia Monastery looked down on them at all......

Ye Qing said lightly: "I know that you have an artifact on you, hand it over and spare you from dying." ”

The two monks were stunned when they heard this, and then asked tentatively, "Lord Ye Qing, is there room for a turn in this matter?"

"Nope. Ye Qing replied like gold.

At this time, his expression was indifferent to the ordinary, more like the incarnation of the rules that transcended the living beings, with only the will in his eyes, without the slightest human affection.

Half a sound, Kong Jianyuan said in a difficult voice: "My lord, if our brother hands over the artifact, can my lord go to the Huaxia Temple to intercede for us and let me wait to return to the door of the main line?"

"That's a matter between you monks, what does it have to do with me?" Ye Qingfeng said lightly.

As soon as these words came out, not only Yang Xiaoliang and the others, but even Chu Xian couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

Huaxia is a good-faced country of etiquette, although the two Japanese monks in front of them have done something wrong, but the bad people still have their hearts inherited from Huaxia, and the expression of being willing to recognize their ancestors and return to their ancestors is not like a fake.

Even if the Huaxia monastery looks down on these two wild monks from the barbarian land, this matter is always an internal matter of the Huaxia temple monks, and Ye Shen's unreasonable approach will probably hurt the hearts of those who admire Huaxia friends......

Anyway, Ye Qing's attitude is now.

Artifacts must be offered.

This helps, is impossible.

Don't offer the artifact to him?

Just die.

The aura of the two Japanese monks gradually became heavier, and their faces were not angry, and they must be getting more and more angry.

Kong Jianyuan didn't keep bowing anymore, straightened up and said angrily: "We can be regarded as another half of the disciples of Master Jianzhen, this barbarian land of the Japanese country, the weak eat the strong, ghosts are rampant, if our large and small Buddhist temples lose their artifacts, they will become meat in other people's mouths, and they will definitely not survive!"

Kong Jianyuan also roared angrily: "Losing the protection of the artifact, and cutting off the hope of our brothers returning to the sect, this is tantamount to forcing us to die!

"Yes, fight him!" Sorami roared.

These two monks could not be Ye Qing's opponents anyway, but unfortunately, at this time, they had no way out but to fight with their backs.

Kumi took out a prayer wheel, which depicted a ghostly woman's head, this artifact is called the ghost mother prayer cylinder, which is the inheritance treasure of the Great Buddha Temple.

Kong Jianyuan took off the rosary hanging on his neck, it was strange to say, it was an ordinary rosary before, but once it was removed, it immediately became cold, and the hideous image of a ghost loomed on each rosary.

This artifact of his, called the Devil's Prayer Bead, is the inheritance treasure of the Little Buddha Temple.

The ghost mother artifact plus the ghost artifact, a discerning person can know at a glance that it is a magic weapon from the ancient ghost cultivation, and I don't know how many human lives are filled in it.

Chu Xian is also a cultivator, and when he saw these two artifacts, he was surprised and said loudly: "It turns out that your Zhensi artifact is such an evil thing, no wonder Huaxia does not allow you to recognize your ancestors and return to your ancestors!"

"Hmph, since five hundred years ago, our big and small Buddhist temples have been willing to change their evil ways and return to the right, but the main line of Huaxia does not give a chance, if we give up the two artifacts, all the people will die!" Kongjian retorted angrily.

Kong Jianyuan even shouted: "Big brother, what are you talking about with them?

"Okay, fight with them!"

While Kong Jianshen spoke, he put the ghost mother prayer cylinder and the devil rosary in his brother's hand together.

Suddenly, a large area of ghost qi, like a dense fog in the morning, quickly dispersed in all directions.

In the blink of an eye or two, most of the shrine was enveloped!

This thick fog was gloomy and cold, and even the early summer sun above his head could not shine in, although Chu Xian had cultivation in his body, he could only see within a meter of the range.

As for Yang Xiaolian and the other three ordinary people, they didn't even dare to open their eyes, because as soon as they opened them, it was like a little ghost with an ice thorn, and they immediately stabbed viciously towards their eyes!

Ye Qing calmly stretched out his hand, and the cold and dense fog in the sky immediately dispersed.

At this point, less than two seconds have passed from the occurrence of the dense fog to the complete dissipation.

But in the position where the two monks stood just now, there was no trace of any figure for a long time.

Even in the entire area of the shrine, there is no shadow of the two of them.

Yang Xiaolian is a very fine guy, and immediately scolded: ", these two bald heads, keep saying that they want to work hard, but they are so cunning that they even let off a smoke bomb and run away!"

Chu Xian also stood still, stunned, the resentment and life situation in the expressions of the two monks just now were definitely not fake, but this result made her completely unable to react.

"They can't escape. Ye Qing said lightly, and walked towards the outside of the shrine lightly.

Yang Xiaolian listened to the meaning of this words, and wanted to catch up immediately, but this attitude of catching up was too child's play.

Isn't it supposed to run?

According to Ye Shen's strength, Yang Xiaolian even imagined that it had to be a loaded cannonball, whistling away, destroying and leveling all the buildings along the road, that should be the domineering style of Ye Shen's old man.

But now, walking slowly, is this a leisurely walk of the dog and the cat, or the bird?

But in the next second, Yang Xiaoshallot's eyes widened in surprise.

Because, every step of Ye Shen's slow and leisurely step actually exceeded 100 meters!

It was as if the earth had shortened under his feet!

"Ahh

Yang Xiaolian exclaimed, and immediately shouted excitedly: "I know this kind of great supernatural power! That is the shrinkage of the ground in the myth, it is the shrinkage of the ground into inches!"

When he exclaimed, Chu Xian had already chased out, and his figure was like a clear wave, definitely not slower than the world sprint champion.

Yang Xiaolian's companion has already carried back the camera.

"Let's go, we'll chase too!"