"You ......"

When Ye Fan's voice, which was even more vicious than a snake and scorpion, came into Xuan Jue's ears, his expression that had always been unfazed and put life and death aside finally collapsed!

"Poof......

The expression of anger on Xuan Jue's face only lasted for a moment, and then it was replaced by distortion and pain, and the voice he wanted to blurt out was directly locked in his throat by a mouthful of blood gushing out!

The palm of his hand was released, looking at Xuan Jue who was spread on the ground like a puddle of mud, the smile on the corner of Ye Fan's mouth became more and more cheerful, and there was a trill in his voice that couldn't tell whether it was pleasure or hatred, Ye Fan said slowly: "Don't worry, I won't kill you now!"

"Pop ......"

The footsteps that paused slightly sounded again, and Ye Fan's footsteps stepped on Xuan Jue's body, neither light nor heavy, neither deliberately lightening his steps, nor deliberately increasing the force under his feet, just falling down at will, raising his steps again, and walking over Xuan Jue's body!

"Click, click, click......"

The footsteps went away step by step, and Ye Fan seemed to have forgotten the Xuanjue behind him. Until the distance between the two was about to reach three meters, an invisible rope suddenly tightened between the two, and then Xuan Jue, who spread to the ground like mud, was like a prey dragged by the reins, and with Ye Fan's footsteps away, he pulled out a shallow trace on the ground!

The traces went from shallow to heavy, from a faint trace of blood, to a red like ink in the end, and Xuan Jue, who was dragged behind by Ye Fan, was always like a dead fish, allowing his body to be ground a little bit, and motionless!

"Boom, boom, boom......"

The roar sounded again, and the ancient buildings were reduced to ruins under Ye Fan's feet, and those novice monks hiding in the temple were like ants under the sky, easily crushed into powder, and a large area of blood flowed out!

Ten Steps...... 100 steps ...... 1000 steps ......

I don't know how many steps later, a simple and simple temple appeared in front of Ye Fan, and in front of this seemingly ordinary temple, Ye Fan's steps stopped again. And at this moment, Xuan Jue, who was dragged behind him, had no blood flowing out of the place next to the mountain rock, only the broken bones of Bai Sensen were dragged out of different shades on the mountain stone!

"Medicine King's Palace!"

Ye Fan's eyes narrowed slightly, although it was the first time he entered the Bodhi Monastery, but for the name of this "Medicine King Palace", he had already remembered it like thunder, and he didn't dare to forget it from time to time!

Ye Fan squinted his eyes slightly, looking at this temple, which was a little small compared to the identity of the Medicine King Buddha, and couldn't help but show a trace of hesitation and coldness in his eyes!

From Jian Jiu's mouth, Ye Fan knew that this was the place where his junior sister lived during the three years she was detained. For him, this is not only a place worth visiting, but also a Jedi who was sentenced to death by him!

"Squeak......

The footsteps fell, but this time there was no true yuan fluctuation swept out, only the sound of the old courtyard door being slowly opened sounded! The footsteps rose and fell, Ye Fan slowly stepped into the palace of the Medicine King, and his slightly narrowed eyes swept gently in the courtyard, as if he was searching for something!

A moment later, when Ye Fan's gaze swept the entire courtyard quietly, he couldn't help but show a trace of sentimentality in his eyes, he didn't find the ancient tree mentioned in the mouth of the sword, and naturally he couldn't see the stone table that had been placed with purple and green double blades!

The slightly narrowed eyes slowly closed, and then opened suddenly, a violent aura like a beast suddenly emanated from him, and then a burst of true yuan energy visible to the naked eye surged out from Ye Fan's body, sweeping away in all directions!

"Boom, boom, boom......"

The sound of explosions sounded one after another, and in an instant, the entire Medicine King Hall seemed to have turned into a sea of thunder, and the explosions and roars came and went, filling every inch of space!

"Amitabha!"

The roar gradually became low, and a Buddha horn sounded faintly like a golden clay sculpture without any feelings, and then Ye Fan saw an old monk with thin bones and snow-white eyebrows walking out of the gradually falling dust, and behind him, there was the undamaged Medicine King Palace!

"Mercy!"

Looking at the thin old monk who was walking slowly, Ye Fan's eyes couldn't help but tighten suddenly, and a ray of fine light flashed from the bottom of his eyes! Although the old monk was slightly different from the appearance in his memory, Ye Fan recognized the identity of the other party at a glance! In the entire Bodhi Zen Temple, the only one who could protect the Medicine King's Palace in front of him could only be him!

"You finally gave up! I thought you would hide until the entire Bodhi Monastery was in ruins before you would come out, but I didn't expect that I underestimated you!"

As he spoke, Ye Fan's right hand clenched slightly, and pieces of fine dragon scales grew out of his palm. Looking at the entire Shenzhou world, there are only a few people who can be Ye Fan's opponents now, and Cihui is one of these few people!

"The poor monk is here, and he asked Master Ye to release my nephew!"

The kindness of the snow-white eyebrows became more and more solemn and solemn, and even when he opened his mouth to ask for help, there was no slightest emotional fluctuation, not like he was pleading, but like a routine dullness!

"Hehe......"

The corners of Ye Fan's mouth showed a mocking smile, and with a slight movement of his fingers, the invisible chain between him and Xuan Jue suddenly tightened, and Xuan Jue, who had already revealed countless white bones, appeared in his palm again!

"You let me let him go?"

As he spoke, Ye Fan's palm on Xuan Jue's neck suddenly tightened, and green tendons tightened from the back of his hand, and Xuan Jue, who had already lost consciousness and was lying on the ground like soft mud waiting for death, suddenly tensed his whole body at this moment, like a boiled prawn, the whole person bent upward, and a bewitching red appeared on his whole face!

"There is a wrong, and there is a debtor! Ye Lan'er's matter, you can count it on the poor monk and senior brother, why should Ye Shizhu make up and kill in vain?"

Seeing that Xuan Jue's face changed from pale with excessive blood loss, to congested purple red, and then slowly turned into gray iron blue, Cihui was still unaware, staring straight at Ye Fan's eyes!

Facing those emotionless eyes, Ye Fan pinched the palm on Xuanjue's neck with every force, and then let go, with a faint sneer on the corner of his mouth, and said: "Don't worry, I've always been a man of words, and your nephew can't die for the time being!"

"Ahem, ahem......"

Xuan Jue, who lost the support of his palm and breathed air again, couldn't bear to cough violently before his body fell to the rock, opened his mouth wide, greedily breathed the air around him, and desperately ingested the oxygen he needed!

Death is a terrible thing, and those who can face death head-on and have the courage to die are all people with great courage and perseverance. However, this kind of great courage and perseverance, which violates the instinct of seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages, is often only a matter of a moment......

At this moment, Xuan Jue, who breathed the air again, was this feeling, the feeling of rebirth, which made his belief that he would not waver collapse in an instant, if it weren't for the mercy in front of him at this moment, I am afraid that he couldn't help but kneel and beg for mercy at this moment...... Even if he knows that begging for mercy, the other party may not let him go!

"Hoo ......"

A wisp of palm wind poured out from under the robes of the benevolent monk, lifting up Xuanjue, who was about to fall, and bringing him to the outside of the Medicine King's Palace!

"Thank you ......"

When the palm wind sent Xuan Jue out of the Medicine Master Palace, Cihui's expression, which had not changed, finally had a trace of strangeness, but this strangeness fell in Ye Fan's eyes, but it was not like a heartfelt thanks, let alone a kind of mockery similar to him, but ...... There's an inexplicable playfulness in it!

There must be a demon when something goes wrong! The strange expression of mercy and the inopportune thank you made Ye Fan suddenly have a hint of alarm in his heart, and when he was secretly vigilant in his heart, he said slowly: "Thank me, then there is no need! Anyway, he will die sooner or later, and he will die in my hands!"

“......”

In the face of Ye Fan's words that could be said to be provocative, Cihui didn't speak, but the corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a hint of an unfathomable smile!

Cihui didn't speak, Ye Fan didn't care, his eyes were fixed on Cihui at the same time, and he continued to say slowly: "Although you bald asses, full of benevolence and morality, are very annoying, but there is one thing, what you said is good!"

"Oh, what's the right thing to say?"

Cihui's face showed a hint of interest, as if the question Ye Fan said aroused his curiosity!

"There is a wrongdoer, and there is a debtor!"

Looking at the benevolent eyes, Ye Fan said almost word by word: "It's just that the debt of this seat is not something that you can bear if you want to!"

"Oh......"

Cihui sighed softly, looking a little disappointed, and then stopped talking, as if he had lost his previous interest!

Cihui's strange behavior made Ye Fan couldn't help but be stunned for a while, since they met, Cihui's every move made him unpredictable, although the two had not met a few times, but at this moment, Cihui gave Ye Fan the feeling that it was like a different person from beginning to end!

"Boom ......"

Cihui didn't react, Ye Fan was also in no mood to continue talking, and the right hand in the sleeve of the robe slammed into Cihui's face, accompanied by a thunderous roar, a green dragon phantom suddenly flew out from Ye Fan's arm, crossed the distance less than ten zhang between the two, and pounced directly on Cihui's head!

"Buzz ......"

The lion fighting rabbit also used all his strength, and with a trembling sound in the void, the void in the entire Medicine King Palace seemed to be still, whether it was the monk's robe that Cihui raised slightly because of the fist wind, or the breeze blowing in the void, they were all strangely still there at this moment, only Ye Fan's iron fist and the roaring void green dragon continued to move forward in this forbidden void!

Void Imprisonment! One of the dragons' greatest talents!

............

In the void, when Ye Fan's terrifying dragon clan supernatural power appeared in front of everyone's eyes again, all the god transformation grandmasters couldn't help but silence at the same time, only one after another fiery eyes were staring at the mercy under Ye Fan's iron fist, in addition to curiosity, there was also a faint worry in their eyes, they didn't know how they could deal with the situation in front of them if they replaced the mercy under Ye Fan's iron fist at this moment!

"Ziyang, if you don't make a move, it's too late!"

At the critical moment, only the ghost Buzi spoke, and even the six precept monks who were disciples of Buddhism chose to be silent at this moment. Although he is also not cold, he is a bald donkey of benevolence and morality, but as Ziyang Zhenren's best friend, he has to give his due reminder at this critical time!

The meaning of the ghost Buzi is understood by Ziyang Zhenren. If Cihui was smashed to death by Ye Fan with a punch like this, the entire Bodhi Monastery would fall apart directly! At that time, even if he stopped Ye Fan again, it would be useless! And relying on Cihui's own strength, it was basically impossible to protect himself under Ye Fan's supreme talent inherited from the Dragon Clan!

"Good ......"

Ziyang Zhenren's right hand clenched violently, but just when he wanted to speak and start the rescue, a trace of strangeness caught his attention! From their point of view, Cihui did not move too much, but what made Ziyang Zhenren feel strange was that at this moment, facing Ye Fan's iron fist that was enough to hammer him to death, Cihui's eyes did not have the slightest fear and fear, but instead showed a hint of a playful expression that was quite similar to the smile on Ye Fan's face!

No! Something is not right!

Ziyang Zhenren's voice about to speak suddenly stopped, and the half-step step he had already taken was retracted again, staring at the two people below with a bright eye!

"Don't worry!

"Not in a hurry?"

The ghost Buzi's brain was stunned, and he was almost confused by Ziyang Zhenren's words! Now, Cihui's life and death are in an instant, and Ziyang Zhenren still says that he is not in a hurry! If this is not urgent, what is the urgency? Could it be that he really has to wait until Ye Fan smashes Cihui's head before he should be anxious?

However, before Ghost Buzi could straighten out his train of thought and open his mouth to ask, the scene in front of him, which had been slowed down countless times by the void crack, changed again! I saw that just as Ye Fan's iron fist was about to shatter his head, Cihui's right hand that was imprisoned in the void suddenly moved, and a golden light Buddha seal formed at some unknown time appeared directly in front of Cihui, knocking Ye Fan's figure back again!