The Heavenly Ghost Monk seems to be speaking lightly, but in fact, there is something wrong with it in his heart. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

As an elder of the Motuo Temple in the Western Continent, whether it is cultivation or identity, it is not high.

But that's it, I hit a big nail before I came.

It turned out that the ghost monk had always had a good friendship with the red shirts of the Turkic tribe. When he knew that his apprentice Buddha Rulai had come back from a serious injury in southern Xinjiang and had died, the old monk had already strengthened his determination to help the Turkic people.

At that time, I hated it so much that I couldn't wait to join the war immediately.

However, the old monk also knew that this move was inappropriate and was suspected of pulling hatred. In order to avoid alarming the other elders in the temple, the Heavenly Ghost Monk made up a nonsense, saying that he was taking his apprentices out to practice.

In fact, it is helping the Turkic soldiers.

With a group of great monks, he set off from the Western Continent and galloped straight to the southern frontier.

When it was feasible to reach the Sanbao Temple on the border of the Western Continent, the ghost monk suddenly had an idea, remembered that a friend of his in the Sanbao Temple had come, and wanted to persuade him to join him and his party to help the Turks in the war.

This person is the three elders of the Three Treasures Temple, the old Arhat of Lingguang.

The Three Treasures Temple, as the name suggests, is dominated by three monks and monks who are profound in the exercises. Because of its remote location and limited resources for cultivating immortals, its reputation is at a medium level in the Western Continent.

The three senior monks in the temple have not advanced to the Yuanying realm.

Even so, the three of them are all cultivators of the Great Perfection of the Dan, and one foot has already stepped into the threshold of the Yuan Infant.

In terms of strength, the three of them are only above the Heavenly Ghost Monk, not below the Heavenly Ghost Monk.

The Great Elder Lingbao Arhat, a Panlong Zen staff is famous in the Western Continent, he said that he is the second person under the Yuan Baby, and no one dares to call it the first.

The presiding officer and second elder Lingyun Arhat, the Vajra Defense Technique has entered the Transformation Realm, and the ordinary monk Technique cannot break his defense at all.

And then there are these three elders, the old Arhats, the Buddha's light, fire and thunder are infinitely powerful, and they will kill people when they make a move.

The Heavenly Ghost Monk pondered that he had a good relationship with the Lingguang Arhat, and it would be even better if he could bring his two senior brothers to help as well.

The three of them came out at random, and the battle with the monks of Southern Xinjiang occupied an absolute advantage!

Therefore, the Heavenly Ghost Monk turned around halfway and flew to the Three Treasures Temple with his monks.

When I told me what I was going to do, I didn't expect that Lingguang Old Arhat really gave him face, and immediately agreed with joy on his face.

"Amitabha, hahaha, don't worry, Brother Heavenly Ghost, we have been friends for more than 100 years, and this time I will help you!"

At that time, it happened that the Great Elder Lingbao Arhat was not in the temple, only Lingguang and the host Lingyun.

Unexpectedly, at this time, the host Lingyun Old Arhat slapped the table with a gloomy face: "Senior brother, don't go with him, come back quickly!"

The Heavenly Ghost Monk's heart suddenly felt uneasy: "What's the matter, Lingyun Old Arhat still has something to explain?"

The three elders of Lingguang next to him also asked, "What's the matter, senior brother?"

Lingyun smiled: "What's the matter? I said, junior brother, you are also a monk who has entered the Yuanying with one foot, and you have lived for hundreds of years, can't you see through this thing? Hmph, the war between Southern Xinjiang and the Turks, who doesn't know that it was the Turkic tribe who wanted to take the opportunity to expand their territory and deliberately found an excuse to start a war, so it doesn't make sense. Besides, there are two sides of the primal baby monsters secretly observing. The junior brother went to help the war this time, and who won on both sides will not be mentioned for the time being, but it is guaranteed that the hatred will be pulled down to our Sanbao Temple, and then our Sanbao Temple can be said to be in danger. If that's the case, can you afford this responsibility?"

When the Heavenly Ghost Monk heard this, he hurriedly persuaded: "Old Arhat, things are not what you think. ”

"Shut up! I'm talking to my junior brother, where is your right to interject?"

Lingyun Old Arhat's strength was stronger than that of the Heavenly Ghost Monk, so he was taught by him, and the Heavenly Ghost Monk did not dare to fight back. The old face turned red, and he stood stupidly next to a group of big monks.

As soon as the Lingguang Arhat heard what his senior brother said, he also reasoned.

But after thinking about it, he has been friends with the Heavenly Ghost Monk for so many years, and people took the initiative to come to the door to find him, and he had already agreed to the other party just now.

If you don't help the war, you won't be able to save face.

The Lingguang Arhat's eyes rolled and he counted on his heart.

"The second senior brother is reasonable. However, I can say that I am a good friend of the Heavenly Ghost Taoist Friends without saying that I am a monk from Sanbao Temple. These friends should be fine when they go to war. ”

As soon as he heard this, the old monk Lingyun's face became even more gloomy: "Hey, hey, don't you say? Don't you say that no one recognizes you yet?" If you want to go, you can go, I will go and spread the word to the senior brother, saying that the senior brother has automatically withdrawn from my Sanbao Temple, and you have to announce your withdrawal from the temple to everyone during the war." If this is the case, you can fight with this heavenly ghost, and the old monk will not care about you. ”

As soon as the words fell, the flames in the heart of the spiritual light Arhat suddenly rushed up.

The eyeballs become red.

"What's the matter, Second Senior Brother, are you going to drive me out of the temple?"

"Amitabha, yes! If you want to go with him, I will drive you out of the temple!"

"Smack!"

A fire thunderbolt was slashed out by the single palm of the Spiritual Light Arhat and hit the table.

The table immediately turned to dust.

Looking at Lingguang Luohan flying out of the hospital, he angrily pointed at Lingyun Old Arhat: "Lingyun, don't think that you are the host, you want to use your identity to suppress me." At Sambo Temple, you may not be able to reach the sky with your hands and eyes. Come on, come on, the two of us will fight three lilies!"

"Come on, come, am I still afraid that you won't succeed? Just beat you to cripple, lest you help the abuse!" Lingyun Old Arhat also burst into flames, dodged to the front, and was about to make a move.

Looking at this scene, the Heavenly Ghost Monk finally couldn't help it.

The heart said that for my business, the two brothers and sisters would be beaten, which made him unbearable.

"Two, two Arhats Hugh is going to do it. The poor monk is here, it's better not to fight, you have to fight until I'm gone. If you do it in front of me now, I, I'll slap myself to death!"

With that, the Heavenly Ghost Monk raised his hand and approached his head.

Under such a threat, the two finally calmed down their anger and did not fight. Taking advantage of the opportunity, the old face of the Heavenly Ghost Monk turned red and quickly flew out of the Three Treasures Temple with the great monks.

When such a thing happened, the Heavenly Ghost Monk was naturally unhappy.

At this time, accompanied by the old man in the red shirt, he watched the magic array, and the old monk's eyes widened, and he sprinkled his anger on the magic circle.

I can't wait to smash the Nine Sons Heavenly Spirit Array into pieces with one palm, so that I can go in and slaughter it.

But he also knew that this Nine Sons Defense Array was not in vain, not to mention him, even if the three of the Three Treasure Temple joined forces, they might not be able to break it.

"Brother Heavenly Ghost, you are very strong, if you really can break the formation base one by one with incomparable strength as you said, then you will have to help us, and we Turks will definitely treat each other with great courtesy afterwards. The old man in the red shirt said with his eyes shining.

I saw the Heavenly Ghost Monk shake his head.

"Amitabha. Red-shirted Taoist friends, it's not that the poor monk is unwilling to make a move, it's just that this Nine Sons Heavenly Spirit Array is a defensive formation handed down from ancient times, and it is very powerful. If you want to forcibly break it, I'm afraid only an old monster at the Yuan Infant level can do it. ”

"Oh, I see. Then let's gather the mana of the monks present and break the foundation of the formation one by one. The old man in the red shirt rolled his eyes and nodded.

"Don't worry. With so many monks present, it will take some time to gather mana. When the old monk came just now, it was quite interesting to watch the ring battle held by Taoist friends. It's better to use the battle in the ring as a cover to mobilize the attention of the southern Xinjiang group cultivators below, so that we can take the opportunity to prepare the monks behind and give them a chance to catch them off guard. Forehead. Red-shirted Daoist, I heard that you Turks are good at spell attacks, but I wonder if you can have a spell to press the bottom of the box?"

"Hmm. Originally, it was used as a secret weapon when fighting between men and women, but when you come, there is no need for this. Okay, then I'll continue to preside over the ring, and Brother Phantom Luo will lead people to prepare the secret method. Brother Heavenly Ghost, I'm still bothering you to follow along with one or two. With that, the old man in the red shirt rolled his eyes and nodded at the green-haired weirdo next to him.

"This is nature, and the old monk will do his best to help. ”

"Got it, Brother Redshirt. ”

The next moment, the ghost monk and the green-haired strange man dodged into the back, and the red-shirted old man was still presiding over the ring battle in front of him.

After delaying nearly half a pillar of incense exercises, the Qingyu monks and others below were a little anxious.

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable! I said the old man in red shirts, this ring battle has been off for a long time, are you going to fight or not?"

"Yes, whether you want to fight or not!"

"That's it, I've been waiting for a long time!"

"I don't think I'll dare to fight. ”

The voices of the monks in southern Xinjiang came out, and the voices were chaotic and chaotic.

I saw the old man in the red shirt above raise his palm, wave his hand and signal: "Hit, of course I hit." But just now I'm carefully selecting the monks to participate in the battle, are you so anxious to find death?

Unexpectedly, the old man in the red shirt was very respectful to a handsome young man in a white robe.

"Just let me play!"

"Huh~!"

Then I saw a white light flash into the ring.

This young man is not only good-looking, but also very clean and spotless.

But his eyes revealed an indescribable murderous intent.

I saw him sweep down with disdain.

"Well, monks in southern Xinjiang, you listen to me, I am the eldest son of the Turkic elder Nalan Ying, my name is Nalan Ling. Before, my second brother Nalan Yu accidentally died in your southern Xinjiang, and I came this time to avenge my second brother, so that the murderer who killed him would be shattered!

"One of the Turkic heroes, the eldest son of Nalan Eagle, this guy is not small. ”

"Yes, I can kill him, but he will be famous!"

Because it is the third ring competition, according to the regulations, the two sides participating in the battle must be monks in the late stage of the foundation building.

Several foundation building monks who are not weak are already gearing up, and they all want to compete with Nalan Ling in order to make a name for themselves.

But they also knew that the decision was only in the hands of Monk Qingyu, so they all cast their eyes expectantly.

"Hehe, Gu Daoyou is really a pity, if your cultivation is more profound, you can even solve it with Nalan Ling. Tsk, that's a pity. ”

Suddenly, the dusty voice came from next to Gu Yun.

Turning his head and looking at his cunning gaze, Gu Yun certainly knew what this meant.

By the time Nalan Ling showed up and reported it, the weights in his hands were the same as those in the hands of the little white fat man in Chenhao. The other party has the handle to kill Buddha Rulai, and the handle to kill Nalan Yu himself fell into the hands of the two.

In this way, the sense of crisis hidden in their hearts can be said to cancel each other out.