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The hundreds of monks in front of and behind the direction saw the defeat of the new master at this moment, and they had to follow the east to hide in Tibet. The pen fun pavilion www.biquge.info saw that he had retreated more than ten zhang, and the three people in front of the direction were about to be forced to withdraw from the temple gate, and the thousands of monks in Lingyin Temple seemed to have seen the exposure of victory.

"Hmph," Xiang Qian sneered slightly, and said, "Dead monk, relying on you to have a lot of people, relying on you to have a formation, isn't it amazing?" look at me!"

This guy suddenly let go of his spiritual thoughts, and then, seventy-two Tiangang swords came out together.

"Oh, it's not good, ah!" The ranks of the three thousand monks suddenly became chaotic, and dozens of people had fallen to the ground in an instant.

The original majestic array of treasure elephants collapsed and disappeared in an instant. It turned out that just as Fang someone's spiritual thoughts were released, among the monks, there were more than ten monks who went crazy at the same time, causing the Dharma sound array to disintegrate.

Taking advantage of this fleeting opportunity from victory to decline, Xiang Xiang launched a counterattack in front of him, and dozens of flying swords rushed left and right, slashing forward and killing back, forcing thousands of monks to be confused, dodging and blocking.

After all, as far as most monks are concerned, no matter how worldly they are, they still cherish their own lives.

In this way, Jikong has the ability to reunite this group of disciples who are scattered and fleeing like frightened birds, and he doesn't have the kung fu to make tea, but I'm afraid it's a no-brainer!

Besides, even if they can reunite into a formation, who can guarantee that there will be no more time bombs among these people? Who can afford to make such a strike at a critical moment?

It was the four monks in front of him who almost suffered a big loss just now, and some even hung up the lottery because of it. At this moment, seeing that the formation was scattered, it was even more completely defeated, and it no longer had the momentum that it had when it was rampant before.

The direction is unforgiving. Driven by the flying sword to continue to slash and slaughter the monks, the strange thing is that Najikong turned a blind eye to this and turned a deaf ear. With his cultivation, if he wanted to stop someone's flying sword at this moment, but with a gesture, he was just like no one, and he didn't even pay attention to those flying swords that attacked people crazily.

Suddenly, Xiang Qian felt a slight tremor of the ground beneath his feet. Then, the shaking became more and more intense, like an earthquake.

"There is a landslide, an earthquake, run away!" thousands of monks cried and rushed out.

"Boom-" A large hall behind Jikong collapsed with a bang, and dust was everywhere, and the strange thing was that those rotten bricks and broken tiles collapsed into the ground together.

At this sudden change, the people who were fighting retreated, and they all concentrated on themselves, seeking to be safe first. When he withdrew the flying sword in front of the direction, he keenly noticed that Jikong and Jisheng, the two old bald donkeys, seemed to exchange glances imperceptibly.

Old bald donkey, what kind of moth did you come up with?

Finally, with a wave of Jikong's big sleeves, the seemingly boundless dust disappeared suddenly, and in the Lingyin Temple, a calm and peaceful bearing once again appeared.

"Old bald donkey, you can't beat the master, you don't have to tear down your own house to vent, a good temple, if you don't want it, it's better to give it to the master to change it into the Spring Festival Pavilion and Lichun Courtyard." Hmm......" Xiang Qian tilted his head and thought about it, and said: "It's not good, such a wilderness and a dam, so many flower-like girls are put here in vain, wouldn't they want to kill the master." ”

"Why don't you change it to a slaughterhouse, a pig farm, or a crematorium? Yes, yes, the crematorium is the best, natural and environmentally friendly, burn and bury, one-stop service, ensure your satisfaction, how about it?"

As soon as the call was going to come down, this guy talked to himself, as if he had really become the master of this place.

Ji Qi's old face twitched slightly, but he still didn't say a word. After waiting for a moment, the earth shook again, and suddenly, the ground cracked, and a roaring sound came from the ground.

In a short time, a stone platform slowly rose from the ground, and on the stone platform, a thousand monks were neatly seated, which were the elites of Lingyin Temple who had been in retreat in the underground secret room for a long time.

"Long Xingkong, don't you really want to fight me? Jikong smiled, but there was no smile in this laugh.

It turned out that these 1,000 people were exactly the capital of the conspiracy of the two of them. Both of them know that although the monks in the temple alone have a large number of people, they do not know who has already fallen under the control of the enemy, and if they break out in battle, not only can they not control the enemy, but even their own side will not be able to protect themselves from the chaos, and even be controlled by the enemy.

Because of this, when he manipulated the flying sword to slash the monks in front of him just now, Jikong didn't pay any attention to it. In his mind, what did those unscreened monks do to save him? Who can guarantee that the rescue is not the shadow son of Long Xingkong? As for those innocent dead, hmph, death will die, and there are tens of thousands of monks in Lingyin Temple, what is it if a few more deaths?

Hehe, as long as I go all out to destroy the current strong enemy, I am afraid that in the future, no one will cry and shout and beg to come to my Lingyin Temple?

And to destroy this powerful enemy, the only person who can rely on it at the moment is the elite disciples who have been in retreat for several years. These people are not only superb in their deeds, but what is more valuable is that these people are in retreat all year round, and they will certainly not fall for the enemy's evil arts, and they should be able to do their own real reliance on the enemy to let go of the enemy.

Today, the reason why we want to deliberately provoke a strong enemy is precisely to have a showdown with them, and if it drags on, I am afraid that more and more monks will be controlled by it; the reason why after seeing Long Xingkong, I want to make Jisheng and others fight against those two inhuman and corpse things, in order to force them to play all their hole cards.

Now, the reason why this thousand people are finally called out is to use their own hole cards!

All these interlocking arrangements are the result of the secret discussion between Jikong and Jisheng that day.

Now, it's time for both sides to really see each other's bayonets.

The stone platform carrying a thousand people roared and rose to the level of the ground, and with a "click", it stopped.

Jikong's sleeves shook, his eyes slowly swept towards the thousands of disciples one by one, his eyes were full of softness and kindness, and then he said: "Listen to the disciples, today our temple has suffered misfortune, and an enemy has come to the door to insult the Buddha and destroy the Dharma and kill my monks. For the sake of the fellow disciples who died, for the longevity of the Lingyin Temple, and for the merits of our generation, everyone must work together and fight the enemy together!"

"Obey the law. All the disciples clasped their palms together and responded in unison.

Jikong's gaze continued to scan, and said: "Perhaps, after today's battle, Lingyin Temple can still be preserved; Hahaha, it's just a stinky skin, in order to advocate Buddha and rejuvenate Buddha, I don't go to hell, who will go to hell?"

"If I don't go to hell, who will go to hell?" "If I don't go to hell, who will go to hell?" a thousand disciples shouted in unison, and after each shout, a little madness gradually appeared in everyone's eyes.

"Master Long Shi," Ji Kong turned back, looking like a great monk, and said, "Do you really want to fight with this temple?"

Xiang Qian smiled and said, "Old monk, you have made such a big battle, if I say now that we will shake hands and make peace, will you agree?"