The Buddha seal of the old monk's Buddha beads collided with the middle-aged man in white, making a loud noise.

A huge wave of air was set off in the entire temple courtyard, and the monks who were closer were directly swept out two or three feet away by the air wave.

Looking closer at the center of the collision, the dust dissipated, and the surrounding mud floor was covered with white debris, which merged with the cyan leaves around it.

"Look!"

After the sight in the field was clear, a small novice standing next to the old monk suddenly pointed to the center of the field and shouted.

Zhang Yixian was awakened by this loud shout, and also looked ahead, still pinching the crumbs embroidered with lotus patterns that blew onto his body.

Under the watchful eyes of the monks, the situation in the field gradually became clear.

A middle-aged man with a spear in his hand was standing upright, the muscles in his arms bulging, and a smooth head fell to the ground with a clatter.

The middle-aged man's situation at the moment was a little embarrassed, and the originally graceful white lotus clothes on his body had turned into crumbs, revealing the bulging muscles of his body, which looked more than proportional from top to bottom, full of a sense of strength.

Under the gaze of everyone, the middle-aged man remained motionless, his eyes were also staring at the direction that the Buddha Seal was chasing before, and he kept the same posture all the time.

Taken by his fierce strength, no one rushed up to check the situation for a while, and just when everyone was relieved, the middle-aged man finally Dongzi.

I saw him slowly put away his horse, and then withdrew the spear in his hand little by little, and then put the head of the spear in the palm of his hand.

The middle-aged man's thick palm stroked the tip of the gun that had just been broken by the Buddha seal, and his fingers gently brushed the smooth surface of the broken head of the gun, and the expression on his face gradually became painful and sad.

Slowly, tears flowed from the eyes of the middle-aged man, and just when everyone in the audience was a little puzzled, the middle-aged man raised his head with a spear in his hand and roared towards the sky.

A huge roar of a tiger and a dragon roared loudly, and everyone in the audience only felt a sharp pain in their minds, and then they didn't know anything, because they were all unconscious and fell to the ground.

Because the old monk was a little far away from the middle-aged man, coupled with his deep strength, he was not too seriously injured in this attack of the divine soul.

With a clear sound of "poof", the old monk spat out a mouthful of blood to the ground, and then covered his chest with his palm, looking at the middle-aged man's eyes were already full of anger.

Zhang Yixian also felt a pain in his head, as if his head had been hit hard, and the two Lao Li beside him had already fallen to the ground.

After confirming that the two of them were only unconscious and not dead, Zhang Yixian moved the two to a safe place and then returned here, found a cover and continued to peek.

At this moment, the middle-aged man seemed to be finally angry, and the spear in his hand was danced by him, after the sonic attack. There were still more than two dozen monks left in the field who could barely stand, and each of them had some cultivation to a greater or lesser extent, and they could have some resistance at the worst.

What surprised Zhang Yixian the most was the middle-aged man, at this moment, he couldn't see a human appearance in his eyes at all, and there was only a fierce beast.

His eyes were red, his eyes were still a little abnormally bulging, they were even bigger than before, and the spear in his hand was also pinched in his hand, he had already stared at the old monk, and the war was about to break out.

"Roar!" A roar came out of his mouth, and with the force under his feet, the whole person rushed towards the old monk at high speed.

When the distance between the two was less than a zhang, six monks with the same old face as the old monk appeared in front of him, each holding a magic weapon in his hand.

"Six Elders, this person has already entered the demon, please ask the elder to subdue the demon!"

The old monk wiped the blood from his mouth, and said in a low and powerful voice to the six old monks in front of him.

"Demon slayer!"

"Demon slayer!"

“......！”

Each of the six old monks repeated it as if they were nervous, and then they raised the magic weapon in their hands, and a circle formed between the changes in their figures.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Yixian was also surprised in his heart by the strength of Buddhism in the world, the six old monks who stood in front of the middle-aged man, the strength of each of them was not lower than the Mahayana realm, and the magic power of the Buddhism they practiced was not weak, and at this moment, they were fighting with the middle-aged man, and the sound of metal collision was heard from time to time.

At the same time, Zhang Yixian was also surprised by the strength of the middle-aged man, before this he speculated that it was only about the Mahayana realm at most, but when his eyes changed, the aura emanating from his body became even stronger, and at this moment, even if there were six old monks of the Mahayana realm attacking together, they could only fight a tie with him.

"I didn't expect this White Lotus Sect to have such a deep heritage......," Zhang Yixian muttered in his heart, the rusty White Lotus mark on the previous pieces of his clothes made him speculate that this middle-aged man was also a messenger sent by the White Lotus Sect, and the post embedded in the middle of the plaque in the Daxiong Treasure Hall was also slightly different from the one he received before.

Just the moment he was thinking, the fight between the two sides in the field took a new turn, the middle-aged man was holding a spear, fighting for the opportunity to be hit his back, and the broken head of the spear in his hand stabbed an old monk with a blow, making the original easy-to-use formation appear flawed.

"It seems that the two sides can fight together for a while, no, we can't waste the opportunity that others have won. Zhang Yixian glanced at the people in the field, the thought flashed in his mind, and the next moment he was already in his chest.

With the help of the cover, he slowly leaned back, a little away from the courtyard, and then glanced around, and seeing that no other monks were paying attention, he came out of an arch and ran quickly towards the other halls beyond the corridor.

Running all the way, I came to the nearest hall, which was dedicated to the eighteen Arhats, and after the turmoil just now, it was empty.

Zhang Yixian entered it with his body, and then opened the originally closed door of the palace, and he himself took out the golden seal of the city god, and went to the back of the golden body of the eighteen Arhats.

Feeling the power of the slowly increasing incense in the Golden Seal of the City God, his heart couldn't be happier.

At the same time, before the Daxiong Treasure Hall, in just one cup of tea, two of the six Buddhist elders had already lost their combat strength due to serious injuries, and the middle-aged man's body also had many scars, and even his abdomen was pierced by a demon-slaying pestle.

He was gasping, and the remaining three Buddhist Sect elders also had a look of vigilance, and at this point, their eyes were already red.

The old monk sat cross-legged in the back, chanting the scriptures as if praying.

Zhang Yixian was completely absorbing the power of the incense on the body of the Eighteen Arhats at this moment, and was about to go to the next hall, at this moment he was sure that he would definitely be able to break through to the Mahayana realm, as for the two people who were desperately working in the Daxiong Treasure Hall before, what did he have to do with him.