The remnant sun is gone, and the cold smoke is heavy.

When the smoke fell, the two emperors and the two had already floated ashore and rushed in the direction of Nanchan Temple.

The young master of Taihu Lake Water Village and the black-clothed old man who operated the boat stood on the shore, looking at the figures of the two in the distance, and each sighed long, obviously doubting the strength of these two people. But it has come to this, and this is their last straw.

The two of them didn't dare to show their bodies too much, so they covered up all the way, went around to a mountain forest in front of the temple, and looked around.

The peaks are continuous, and the heavy rocks are stacked and green. Famous buildings and rivers, eternal charm.

The lights of Nanchan Temple were turned off and displayed in front of the two of them.

At that moment, several figures appeared in the twilight.

The two of them were nervous, staring away, only to see Helian Tieshu walking straight to the mountain gate of Nanchan Temple, and the Nine Winged Daoren, Yanagi Ichiro and others silently followed.

"It's okay, let's wait and see, and let's move!" Huangfu Yan suppressed Murong Xihua, who wanted to catch up, and said in a low voice.

Murong Xihua looked solemn and nodded.

......

It was late at night, and the monks in the monastery were giving evening lessons.

Sandalwood is pervasive, and Zen sounds are lingering.

A figure flickered forward in the darkness without alarming anyone.

Soon, the figure gradually crept into a lit Zen room. Inside, the abbot was chanting the Diamond Sutra, and a pious voice loomed outside.

"Amitabha, it is very happy to have friends from afar, and the distinguished guests have come to the door, why not enter and see. The old monk had two strokes, and the figure had only stepped on a stone, and he could hear it more than two feet away.

"Bang!"

A silver-faced man in a gray robe broke through the door.

"The old man calculated that there would be a bloody disaster today, but he didn't expect it to be on you. The illusionary conceit was able to discover this silver-faced man in advance, and he was proud in his heart, and he sneered implicitly.

"Really?" said the silver-masked man.

At this moment, the wake-up bell in the temple suddenly exploded.

"When!when!when......"

Empty Illusion's face changed sharply, and he no longer regained the posture of a monk, and shouted: "Who are you?" As he spoke, he pushed his palms forward, and the "King Kong Demon Subdued" in his palm quickly slapped the silver-faced man's chest.

The silver-faced man's sleeves flicked lightly, and a force rolled into the air.

The empty illusion didn't dare to hold it up, the pace was hurried, avoiding the dark energy, and with a long roar, King Kong's palm rushed down to the silver-faced man.

The silver-faced man obviously didn't expect that this little-known monk would be able to avoid his cold sleeve brush, his eyes were cold and light burst out, and he made up for it with a palm in the air, and the thunder was faint, and the real kung fu was cast.

The Void Illusion hurriedly dodged, but the silver-faced man had already expected it, and his left palm slapped out, and the right palm was around, and the palm power was actually straight, bypassing the side of the Void Illusion and attacking from behind.

The illusion was unaware for a while, and he was hit by a trick. "Wow...... Wow...... Wow" spewed three mouthfuls of blood in a row and suffered serious internal injuries. He said in a trembling voice: "Where do you come from, what is your purpose!"

"Haha, tell me where the red-robed monk is hiding, and the old man will spare your life!" the silver-faced man laughed wildly.

"Are you here to seek revenge from your teacher?"

Jue Yu has changed his face over the years, and now he is the only surviving former generation of monks in Nanchan Temple. Since this empty illusion is Jueyu's beloved apprentice, he naturally will not betray his teacher, so he immediately burst into a shout and fought with the silver-faced man again.

Nanchan Temple has been secretly trained by Jueyu over the years, and the disciples have already gained a lot of strength. As the head of a faction, this empty illusion is even more masterful.

In this eventual meeting, the empty illusion has brought out all the true transmission of the self-consciousness feather. For a while, Yu Yong made it impossible for the silver-faced man to win easily, which was really unexpected by the silver-faced man.

"The matter of the family teacher is the matter of the poor monk, although the madman takes action!" The empty illusion fought for a while, laughed loudly, and the figure fell into the square outside, the sleeves of the monk's robe were turned over, and a strong wind blew, shaking the stones on the ground to pieces.

The silver-faced people were shocked: "This monk's skill is at least one Jiazi, could it be that he has cultivated the martial arts in the secret record?" Thinking about it, his heart was even more hot.

At this time, the temple had already been attacked by the people of Yipintang, and there were shouts of killing everywhere.

The two of them were hidden in the shadows, and they had reached the vicinity of the silver-faced man and the empty illusion at some point.

The warrior monks who continue to pour out of the Damo Academy in the backyard are rescued everywhere. A few of them have already rushed to the Empty Illusion side, trying to help their abbot.

The silver-faced man stood aside calmly, moving his robe in the breeze, and the fairy wind was boneless. When those people approached, the sleeves of their clothes were suddenly flicked, and the other party's knees and legs were numb, and the qi and blood of the whole body were retrograde, and they immediately fell to the ground.

Seeing it, he said angrily: "Despicable, shameless. ”

The silver-faced man sneered, flipped his palms, and lightning struck, and in an instant, he hit seven brocade palms, and his body had quickly fallen behind the empty illusion, and he stretched out a hand to grab the opponent's vest hole.

The empty body was short, although it was forced, but the person had turned around like a spinning top, and at the same time, the power of the King Kong palm lightning struck, followed by a sweep of the left leg, blowing a strong wind, kicking the waist of the silver-faced man.

The two palms are facing each other, and the palm wind is awe-inspiring.

But the illusory internal force is not as good as the silver-faced man, and he immediately snorted. At this time, the silver-faced man had easily avoided the strength of the empty illusion's legs, and grabbed his left foot, and for a while, he broke his bones and tendons, and wasted the empty illusion's left leg.

Huangfu Yan and Murong Xihua glanced at each other, and they both saw their respective solemnity. This silver-faced man has an elegant pace, endless methods, and all kinds of tricks at his fingertips, if they change places, they can't easily escape this person's various methods.

The illusion was also hard, and there was no sound at all. Although he was restrained by the silver-faced man, his eyes were still unwavering.

"Say, where is your master hiding......" The silver-masked man suddenly said softly.

Empty Illusion's face froze, his eyes were blank for a while, and he subconsciously said: "In the Miaoguang Pagoda!" As soon as the words fell, he came back to his senses, and said with a pale face: "You demon, what kind of means did you do to me?" Master, the disciple can't stand you......" As he spoke, he actually choked.

Huangfu Yan was also slightly cold, guessing that the silver-faced man's voice implied a method of ecstasy, and turned his head to look at Murong Xihua on the side.

"Look, that person's methods are much better than mine!" Murong Xihua didn't have a good breath.

"Alright, follow them!" Huangfu Yan was stunned in his heart, and said in a deep voice, the person had already followed the silver-faced man lightly. Murong Xihua snorted and followed.

......

The quaint mountain gate of Nanchan Temple has long been cracked into pieces, and the wooden stoppers are debris and fly upside down on the ground.

Near the mountain gate, countless monks fell to the ground, their facial features were all beaten into erosion, their limbs were bent and twisted together, blood was all over the ground, gathered together, and flowed down the stone steps of the mountain gate along the gap in the corner of the door.

The ancient temple is stained with blood!

In the hall of the Great Hero, there are benevolent eyebrows and wise eyes, with a slight smile, and all the Buddhas and Arhats are kind and colorful.

Yanagi Ichiro snorted wildly and roared, "Dead monk, tell me where the red-robed demon monk is!"

The monk who was detained by him was the Vena of the temple, who commanded the monks and had profound Buddhism, and was the first in the temple.

Under the pain, he just exhaled the Buddha's name: "The donor is now in the dark hall, and it is a great calamity, if you don't turn back immediately, I am afraid that my life will not be guaranteed, and God has the virtue of a good life.........

Yanagi Ichiro was furious when he heard this, and shouted: "Don't talk nonsense to Lao Tzu......" As he spoke, the magic knife slashed and cut off the monk's left arm.

With a "snap", one of Vina's left arms was broken at the elbow.

The monks who were pressed by Yipintang and didn't dare to move saw it, and they panicked and screamed. But seeing that although this Vena was in a cold sweat and her whole body was trembling, she didn't say a word, and immediately she was extremely ashamed, and she bowed her head and chanted the Buddha, and her tears flowed out......

Helian Tieshu squirmed his lips, and the rest of the Western Xia people couldn't bear it.

Yanagi Ichiro smirked and said, "If you don't say it, I'll see how hard your heart is......" He pointed a little, closed Vena's left arm, and stopped the blood. He lit his again and threw it on the futon. Full of eyelids and said: "Now I will kill you one by one until you tell the whereabouts of the demon monk!"

As he spoke, he had already killed eight monks in a row, splashing blood all over his body.

The monks just muttered the Buddha's voice, filling the hall with a sense of sorrow.

Seeing that he roared wildly, he was going to continue to do it.

Suddenly, there were three screams at the door of the main hall, and three black-clothed Western Xia warriors fell to the ground, not knowing whether they were dead or alive. A gray figure jumped up like lightning and shouted, "The thief Hugh's arrogance!"