The small temple is located in the high mountains, dangerous and uninhabited, and the nature is solemn and quiet.

"Squeak!"

In the sound of pushing the door that makes people's teeth ache, Haotian entered the temple, which broke the peace of this small temple.

The breeze that opened the door swept up the snow at the bottom of the door, and when it spread out to both sides, it also brought the smell of incense in the air.

"Amitabha!"

Suddenly, a Buddha horn sounded inside the door......

Maybe it's because the small temple is not large, or maybe it's because the altitude here is too high and the air is too thin, so that when the Buddha horn sounds, it's like a Sanskrit chant from outside the sky, like a heavy bell and a big drum, it actually echoes heavily in Haotian's ears.

At the same time, with this Buddha horn, a solemn force instantly rose from all around, like a torrent of waves straight through the sky, bringing the surrounding fog swept over, like a fog demon, to engulf Haotian.

When this Buddha horn came out, Haotian only felt a pain in his heart, and the sleeping Nine Dragons True Qi in his body did not rush to the automatic, as if he was extremely repulsive to this solemn power, and resisted by himself.

Thereupon......

"Roar!!

Faintly, there is a faint dragon chant from Haotian's body, as if the nine dragons are unwilling to lie down, want to leap up, and want to solemnly duel with this Buddha name.

Just a Buddha horn caused such a huge change in his own body, which was really incredible, and it also made Haotian feel a little surprised in his heart.

However, even so, his face did not change, but he just urged his own thin cultivation, and slowly suppressed Jiulong's unwillingness.

Soon, as the fog raised by the Buddha name gradually dissipated, the scenery in the small temple suddenly became clear.

It is said to be a small temple, but it is better to say that it is a small courtyard, or a simple courtyard house.

Although the house is small, it is also well-equipped, and there are many Buddha statues enshrined around it.

It's just that, compared with the magnificent Buddha statues in the Potala Palace on the mountainside, the Buddha statues here are not only too much smaller, but most of them are not full-body appearances, just some floating Buddhas carved on the surrounding stone walls.

Rao is so, these Buddha statues are also solemn, surrounded by thick sandalwood, as if walking in nine days.

In the small temple, in addition to the Buddha statue, it is natural to be a monk.

At this moment, under the Buddha statue, dozens of monks are sitting around.

These monks all sat on the ground, and the position they sat in was far or near, and there was no regular order, but there seemed to be an implicit secret in it, and a faint Buddha power flowed in it, and it was faintly formed into a formation.

These monks are all masters, real masters.

From some distance, Haotian could sense the surging aura on their bodies, and in terms of the words of the person named Qin Yan the night before, these monks should all belong to ......

Class AA!

And if they are changed to the level of cultivating immortals, their cultivation is the Dan period, and the peak of the Dan period.

In addition to the Buddha statue, in addition to the monks, there is only a white cat left in the small room.

The white cat was probably afraid of the cold, and curled up on the sunny windowsill, looking lazy, but the brief movement in the field failed to make it open its eyes.

At the top of the monks was an old monk.

The monk folded his hands silently, lowered his eyebrows, and a smile on his lips.

The person who just opened his mouth to chant the Buddha's name should be him.

At this time, a light rain suddenly floated in the sky, the raindrops were like silky smoke, and the white rain was like a thick fog, gradually brushing the ground and gently blowing towards Haotian.

It's just that when approaching Haotian, the originally soft mist actually roared and tumbled, as if encountering a raging fire, and immediately faded in all directions.

It gives people the feeling that these fogs seem to be trembling, in awe, and they dare not approach Haotian!

With a roar, the fog in the entire small temple was torn apart and turned to both sides...... When the boom dispersed, a straight avenue was revealed.

At the end of the avenue were the dozens of monks.

Seeing such a scene, except for the old monk who was the leader, the rest of the monks all changed their faces slightly, and a look of horror flashed in their eyes.

"But the donor came from heaven?"

His face did not change, and the old monk raised his head, looked at Haotian with clear eyes like water, and asked kindly.

"Why do you knowingly ask?"

Haotian replied coldly, and then raised his feet and walked forward.

"Alas!"

Before his words fell, Fang was still a kind old monk, but he suddenly sighed faintly.

At the same time, Haotian's keen divine sense made Haotian feel a terrible murderous aura, and with this sigh, it attacked him from the sky, from the ground, and from all directions.

Immediately afterwards, the small temple rumbled with different sounds, like thunder and undulations, and the fog that was afraid of Haotian suddenly seemed to have courage, and it was actually a wave of waves, which turned into huge waves from the original gentle surge, and the tide seemed to rush to Haotian from all directions.

As soon as the fog moved, dozens of monks also moved.

A faint golden light rose from them, and the faint sound of Sanskrit singing came from the sky again.

Just in the blink of an eye, the golden light is Dasheng, and the dozens of monks don't know what kind of Buddhist sect strange array is laid down, and when they urge, they actually converge the power of dozens of people.

In this way, in an instant, the golden mangs are endless, the Buddha's breath is even more solemn and inexplicable, and the golden light emitted by the monks is more and more blazing and dazzling, and it is actually a brilliant and brilliant Buddhist mantra.

The sky Sanskrit chanting became louder and louder, and when the heaven and earth were solemn, the golden Buddhist mantra rose instantly, and under the sunlight of the sky, it became more and more unforgivable at the same time, like a big seal, directly towards Haotian.

It's a long time, but it's just a moment.

The Great Seal, which gathered the power of dozens of AA-level cultivators, was so powerful that it would definitely not be inferior to the missile in Director Zhong's mouth.

Moreover, the time from the appearance of this great seal to the fall of the seal was extremely short, almost just a blink of an eye, which can be said to be extremely fast.

It's just that......

Appears quickly, fades quickly.

Suddenly, the golden seal dimmed, and then it shattered in mid-air in a strange way, turning into golden crystals in the sky, scattered around like rain.

The person who broke the seal was naturally Haotian.

At this moment, although his expression has not changed much, his eyes are a little sharper than before.

And there were dozens of people in the field, no one knew about it except himself, and no one saw it...... How did Haotian make a move and what spell did he use to break this great seal that gathered the might of dozens of people.

Because, he didn't shoot at all.

If he had raised his foot and stomped his foot like he had done in the previous battle, he might have razed the small temple to the ground.

Therefore, from beginning to end, he only raised his head slightly and glanced at the big seal.

ps: Ahem, I didn't pretend, and I didn't ask for a ticket!!!!