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He vented for a while, calmed down, and the thunder subsided......

The earth was scarred, but it was frozen, until the black air rushed to the sky, and continued to flow into the storage bottle......

On the ground, only Ren Xiao stood quietly, and everyone else fell to the ground.

The Yuan Shen Daoist took a step forward, came to the white hair and red face, and with a wave of his hand, the white hair was swept away by him and fell out......

"Don't ...... Harm...... hurt her...... Beg...... You ......"

The Taoist stepped out again, stretched out his hand and grabbed it, lifted the white hair that was wailing in pain, and walked into the crack of the ground step by step, and in an instant the Yuan Shen Taoist and the white hair disappeared, and the black smoke was still billowing up, and it was sucked away by the treasure bottle......

"Ruby...... Ruby ...... Ah......h

"I'm not alive anymore...... Kill me...... Kill me...... "Grey robe rolls in pain......

"Your Excellency... Mr...... We were wrong...... We shouldn't save him......" The two Ziyi cried very sadly, they didn't do anything, they really didn't do anything, as soon as they carried the gray robe to the sinkhole, the demon appeared, and couldn't help but say that he was sucked dry by the real sea, and also punched into this sigil......

"Why...... Torture the old man...... The old man is...... Avenging his son...... Ah...... "He is the most wronged, he doesn't want to provoke the devil, he hasn't even seen the devil, it's the first time he meets......

The most sad thing is the white bones, he is also extremely painful, he has just been tortured by the monks, and he was repaired by this devil, his white bones are really unlucky, he is absolutely deliberate, he is taking revenge on himself.

The most normal reaction is the Jingyuan monk, although this old man is in pain, but there is no other thought, he can't subdue the devil, he goes to hell, his heart is open, and he has no complaints.

There was not much time, Ning Ze carried the two people out of the crack, he casually threw the two of them on the ground, walked to the side of the White Bone Dao Sect, and slapped at the white bone......

"Poof......" Bai Gu spit out a mouthful of black water, the old Bai Gu took a breath, and he was about to scold when he opened his mouth, but seeing Ning Ze's gloomy face, he only complained a few times: "Ning ...... Ning Daoyou, the poor Dao didn't mean it, you ...... You're too ruthless!"

"You're embarrassed to say, if you hadn't trapped me, I would have been snatched away by that bald donkey, and there would be more than enough success and failure...... Ning Ze said coldly.

"I ...... I ...... "I have been in the white bones a few times, and I can't say anything, I have suffered in vain this time, in fact, he thinks about it well, the world's famous Northern God of Chaos, everyone is both curious and afraid, his white bones are the only people who feel the chaos and are not controlled, look at these wailers on the ground, their future will be gray."

Ning Ze began to heal Ning Zhu, Cang, and Futu, and several of them all looked guilty, they didn't protect the mantra.

......

"Is this here?" Ning Ze asked coldly.

"Yes," Bai Mei replied with a complicated look in his eyes.

"You go in and bring my son out," Ning Ze stood at the door of the Zenjing Temple and ordered in a cold voice.

"Yes......" The two old monks bowed their heads and walked into the temple.

After a while, the two old monks walked out trembling......

"What? no?" Ning Ze's voice was a little colder.

Jing Nian's heart trembled, and he folded his hands and replied, "...... first Sir, my brother didn't go back to the temple......"

"No ......"

"Yes......"

"Tear down the ......"

"What do you mean, sir?"

If you can't find my son on the first day, I will demolish a temple, if you can't find it in two days, I will demolish ten, and if you can't find it on three days, you will demolish a hundred...... I don't believe they can hide it?" Ning Ze muttered.

Jing Nian and Jingyuan's faces turned pale, and they begged in despair: "Sir, all the sins are in the old monk, this temple was built by the patriarch, and it is a resting place for all monks, and it cannot be demolished......"

Ning Ze looked back at the Dao Sects behind him and said, "Didn't you hear my words?"

"Listen...... Heard ......"

"Then what are you doing in a daze?"

"Yes...... all the Taoist sects rhymed in unison......

"Boom ......" temple gate collapsed.

"Patriarch...... The old monk is guilty...... "The two old monks wept bitterly, this is their home......

"Who? Who dares to spread wild in my Zenjing Temple?" hundreds of monks rushed out of the dust.

"Master, what's wrong with you? You madman, what's wrong with my master?" the monk asked angrily.

Jing Nian got up, and said in a trembling voice: "The Zenjing Temple is gone...... Escape......"

"Master ......"

"Go for it......"

The "boom ......" courtyard wall collapsed......

In the roar, the Zenjing Temple returned to dust and turned into nothing.

Fat Futu looked at it with a pain in his flesh, this is a big temple with three Arhats, and if he says no, it will be gone.

"Let's go, it seems that Yan'er is really not here......"

Everyone was chilled when they heard it, and a thousand-year-old temple changed back to this sentence.

......

"Chongshan Temple, go in and ask my son?"

The two old monks shook their heads.

"Tear down the ......"

"Presumptuous, poor monks are good, I don't know why the donor demolished my temple door?"

"Take ......," Ning Ze said coldly.

"Yes......"

"You, you strong paths, the Bodhisattva will not let you go...... Ah......h

"Boom...... Rumble......"

"Go, Yan'er is not there. ”

......

"Baotong Temple ......"

"Tear down the ......"

"Yan'er is not there. ”

......

"Evergreen Temple ......"

"Tear down the ......"

......

"Tear down the ......"

"Tear down the ......"

"Tear down the ......"

......

"Dabei Temple?

"Mida Buddha, don't bother, the poor monk has been waiting for a long time," a young monk in white walked out with a seven-treasure Zen staff in his hand.

"My son is here?"

"Donor, your son is not in the Great Compassion Temple, the poor monk heard that there is a devil coming to the east, see the temple demolishing the temple, see the tower pushing the tower, the donor has passed, the famous temple and the ancient temple have turned into dust, and many Arhats have become servants, so rampant, you are the only one for thousands of years!"

"Tear down the ......"

"Isn't the donor here for who the poor monk is?" said the white-clothed monk with a light smile.

"Demolition ......"

"Yes......"

"Stubborn, it seems that the poor monk has to come up with some means to subdue demons is ......"

"That's a lot of nonsense, lend me a whip ......"

"Boom ......" white clothes dodged, and the temple gate was hit.

"You...... You...... You have the ability to come with the poor monk......" The white-clothed monk couldn't maintain his indifference anymore, this is really a devil, he doesn't care, he beats people and demolishes the temple.

"A Whip ...... God"

"Poof... You ......" A mouthful of blood spurted out from Bai Yi, and he blocked the whip, but he was not lightly injured.

"Boom ......"

The Great Compassion Bodhisattva Dojo came to naught, and the white clothes spurted out a mouthful of blood, he wanted to use the technique of spitting the golden lotus at the door of the Buddha to transform the demon, but the demon didn't answer at all, he knew that he should have invited the Great Compassion Patriarch back to sit in town, he was guilty......