The bright moon hangs in the sky, this is a good time for all kinds of spirit cultivators, every minute and every second is extremely important, no one is slack at this time, in this huge mountain range, only Liu Boqin and Lichen in this ancient temple are extremely limited, and the moonlight hanging on the bright moon, neither of them has the slightest intention of making a move. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The calm night sky suddenly roared with a gust of wind, rolling up the piles of mountains and forests to fall, shaking the towering ancient trees, and the huge whistling sound echoed in the mountains and forests, tearing apart the calm, and the slightest cold swept away at this time, stirring up a ripple invisible to the naked eye.

At this moment, as the vision of many spirits absorbing the moonlight disappeared, the rich black gas on the original king-like moonlight pillar suddenly rose into the air, and when it saw the wind, it had turned into a black cloud with a radius of more than ten zhang.

The dark clouds rolled like waves, lapping around. I don't know when a figure has stood on this pitch-black dark cloud, a pitch-black robe, a face filled with black mist, I can't see clearly, only two bright eyes, piercing through the fog, shooting out of it, looking at the place where Lanruo Temple is located.

Suddenly, the black shadow let out an earth-shattering roar, and the waves of qi surged in this dark night with the sound, and the black clouds floating in the air and under their feet slowly swayed at this time, like a pitch-black ocean, making a loud and clattering sound, as if the waves were falling back and forth on the beach.

"Old monk, hand over what this king wants. If not, tonight I will wipe out your Lanruo Temple on this black mountain and cut off your foundation!"

As for the figure standing on top of the black clouds, the light flashed in his eyes, revealing a slightly complicated expression, but more of it was still cold, without the slightest coldness of popularity.

"Amitabha, why should the Black Mountain donor be so persistent, like you are also the spirit of this Black Mountain, you can be said to be the master of the Black Mountain, isn't this enough, if it weren't for the old ancestors, and your current fruit position. With a soft creak, the door of the house where Lichen was slowly opened, and Lichen walked out with his hands together, and stepped out barefoot, and with every step, a golden lotus must bloom under his feet, lifting him up into the air.

"Step by step Golden Lotus! Buddhism's supernatural powers, you are far behind the old monk in the past, why bother to show off in front of me with such supernatural powers. Black Mountain stood in the dark clouds, his eyes looked at the dust that was walking towards the sky step by step at this time, and there was a trace of vicissitudes in his eyes, which had been cut off by him, and the cold words in his mouth spit out.

"The cultivation of poor monks is naturally different from that of the ancestors, but today there are poor monks here, and the inheritance of my Lanruo Temple will not be broken, and I hope that the donor will retreat. As he spoke, he was already standing in mid-air, a golden lotus the size of a zhang bloomed at his feet, and two feet long white eyebrows fluttered gently, as if the Arhats of the Western Heaven were in the world.

"In the past, your ancestor enlightened me and made me generate spiritual wisdom. But he also took away a wisp of my original wish, so that I would not be able to attain perfection, otherwise this king would not have only this kind of cultivation. Who can tell right and wrong clearly, today I will take back that wisp of origin, don't blame this king for not caring about the past feelings. There was a trace of remembrance in Montenegro's eyes, and the next moment it became like ice, full of slaughter, without the slightest popularity.

The words fell, and the black mountain above the black clouds suddenly let out a long roar and roared suddenly. In the black clouds in the sky, the ghost shadow suddenly floated, and a terrible roar never stopped at this time, and the scream of the ghost crying wolf spread out at this time, and there was no trace of other body voices.

In the midst of the electric light and flint, the tumbling black cloud suddenly shot out like a long snake, piercing through the Dao Qi barrier, and in a moment it was already approaching in front of the dust, in front of this thick black air pillar, the dust at this moment seemed extremely small, as if it would fall in front of this air pillar in the next moment.

"Amitabha, the donor is so persistent. Although the Buddha is compassionate, the Buddha also has anger and means to subdue demons. "Standing on the golden lotus, the dust mouth spits out the sound of Buddha, which is as big as thunder.

Suddenly, the two hands of Shishi, a seal pinched, and the ten fingers were like golden petals, blooming at this time, and a mysterious palm print appeared, like a round of golden sun, rising from the dusty palms, spreading boundless Buddha light, vowing to dispel this darkness.

Boom! The golden palm print, the size of a fist, swayed with dazzling essence light, and suddenly collided with the jet-black giant pillar that shot out. In the midst of the loud rumbling sound, there was an explosion in the air, and the tumbling air wave suddenly became as sharp as a blade, breaking the surrounding grass and trees.

But the seemingly decaying courtyard wall of Nalan Ruo Temple is still strong at this time, with the wisps of golden Buddha light floating, the mottled courtyard wall, as tough as fine iron, the air waves hit it, making a tinkling sound, and in the heavy breath, there was suddenly a crisp sound.

"Hmph, Monk Chen, you are really not simple, but today you don't want to live in my hands. "Montenegro saw his blow to snatch immortals, and was shattered by a palm of dust, although it was not full strength, but this was also a provocation to him, the king of Montenegro, how could he endure it when he came with the general trend today?

A loud roar suddenly roared out, and the black clouds that kept tumbling turned into a mass of several zhang in size, and immediately turned into a ghost head several zhang in size.

This ghost head, with a triangular forehead, a pair of blood-red eyes, a huge mouth wide open, fangs and sharp teeth like swords, flashing cold light, a scarlet tongue like a wide horse, and a fishy breath spit out from its huge mouth. A drop of saliva slipped from the sharp teeth and fell to the ground, and the grass withered and even the ground was corroded.

And what attracted Liu Boqin's attention the most was that there was a crack on the forehead of the ghost head, which exuded an extremely sharp aura, and it was close to the soul in the cold and slaughter, if this crack opened, its combat power would be amazing.

In the midst of the black mist, this huge ghost head suddenly let out a terrible roar like a baby, and the next look was on the dust, and the scarlet tongue suddenly opened when it saw the wind, like a slender and sharp horse, piercing through the qi barrier, and spreading rapidly towards the dust.

The pair of scarlet ghost pupils, the red aura suddenly increased at this time, and fell on Chen's body, like a hungry wolf, seeing delicious food.