Yu Hanyan raised his long sword, his wrist swung slightly, and the sword body reflected the remnants of the sun, reflecting the closed eyes of Yemol. Of course, this light could not affect such a master, but it also made his face change slightly.

The sword momentum has been completed, and the next move is still the Emperor's Amazing Immortal Sword.

Just as Yu Hanyan tapped her toes and was about to fly out, a breeze suddenly blew on her face, ruffling her hair. A fallen leaf fluttered and flew on the blade of the sword, and with a slight slip, it split into two flat halves, scattered with the wind.

Yu Hanyan's footsteps faltered, and his body, which was already in a thunderbolt shock, relaxed a little. She pressed the tip of her sword down slightly, raised her eyebrows, and said, "Monk, if you turn around at this time, my family can still spare your life!"

"You, persuade the poor monk to turn back?" Yemol was stunned for a moment, and then opened his mouth and laughed loudly, laughing so that the monk's robe trembled, the male body trembled, and his madness was revealed, "You are a layman, and you actually persuaded the Buddha to turn back! It seems that if the poor monk does not exert some magical powers, he will let you underestimate the majesty of my Buddha!"

The two fingers of his right hand drooped, the palm of his hand was flipped, his left wrist was supported under his abdomen, and the recitation in his mouth turned into a fierce Sanskrit chant.

When Bai Lang and He Zhongyi saw this Dharma Appearance, they suddenly seemed to be unsteady on their feet, their faces were like red tides, they were panting heavily, and they hurriedly retreated. In the carriage, Lin Muyao and Mu Chengxue were even worse in heart, and under the oppression of such might, they only felt that their whole body was no longer obedient, and they were pressed by an inexplicable force on the car, and they couldn't even move a little finger.

The Buddha has not opened his eyes, and his power is as terrifying as this. Qin Yan's chest surged with qi and blood, and the Han Blood Skill automatically made a defensive posture, causing a faint golden light to appear on his face.

Yemol flipped his palm, made another seal, and said slowly: "Whether you are two or three, the poor monk will not care, it is just a little more time." But after all, I am a Buddha and have compassion and can't bear to kill more. The poor monk also made a vow under the Buddha that he could not cross the number of three or seven in one day, and today this number is more than two, if it is divided with your three donors, it will be difficult to do. The poor monk will give you a chance, and if you obediently give the scriptures with both hands, I will spare you once. If not...... Hmph!"

The last low hum, but like the resonance of gold and iron, the thunder exploded, and it shook Qin Yan and Yu Hanyan's bodies together.

Qin Yan took a deep breath, took two steps forward against the power of Ruyuan, and said without looking back: "Brother He, Brother Bai, you take the two young ladies to stay away." ”

Bai Langhe Zhongyi and the two responded, hurriedly walked up, carefully pulled the demon horse, turned the carriage around, and wanted to leave. But I heard Yemol shouting: "Stop! Where else does Miss Lin want to go?"

Suddenly, there was a surge of boundless killing intent, and people couldn't breathe. Endless golden light covered every inch of space around them, but there was no sense of light, and the two of them were like falling into an ice cave, their hands and feet were paralyzed, and they couldn't move.

At this time, Yu Hanyan snorted coldly, and the long sword was raised, and the shadow of the sword halo like smoke and mist was rendered, blocking most of the golden light of the Buddha statue. Her voice was like water, and she said coldly: "The Mahayana Wanzang Sutra is in my family's bag, if you want it, you can exchange your life for it!"

Taking advantage of the golden light being scattered, He Zhongyi and the others hurriedly drove the carriage and quickly fled a few hundred meters away.

Yu Hanyan's eyes drooped, and he said lightly: "Not only you, but also the person hiding in the woods, the same." ”

As soon as the words fell, he heard a rustling sound from the bushes on the side of the road, and a person pulled away the branches and leaves, and laughed: "The jade beauty is wrong. What a divine thing the Mahayana Wanzang Sutra is, even if you count the younger brother's previous life and the next life, you will not be blessed to take a look. Even if it takes my life, it is not worth a corner of the scriptures. So this 'life in exchange', the little brother is not blessed anyway!"

The man was dressed in black, with his hands on his chest, with an uninhibited smile on his face, and walked over lazily, it was Lu Li, who he had only seen last night.

Lu Li walked to the boulder where Yemol stood ten steps away, looked at Yemol a few times, and pretended to be surprised: "Yo! This Buddha is so majestic, that voice just now must have been shouted by you, right? I don't know what the surname of this Buddha is, where is the fairy town? In case the younger brother has any sequelae, it is better to find a root cause. ”

Yemol bowed slightly: "Poor monk Yemol, I don't know ...... this benefactor"

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Lu Li: "Yemol, is it the one from the Chixia Temple in the Southwest Mountain?" I heard a brother of mine say that five or six years ago, when he traveled to the country of Fengyan, he met a mad monk in the Southwest Mountain, who was humble in means but thought he was invincible in the world, and he recited the Dharma but did things that hurt the heavens and killed his life, and he would fight with the people of the people when he disagreed, which was simply a shame for Buddhism, and was later overturned by my brother with a palm...... Is that person, you?"

There was a faint anger on Yemol's face, but he forcibly suppressed it, turned his right hand to hold the Buddha's prayer, and said, "Remove those untruths, just from the description of the donor, that person...... Probably a poor monk. ”

"Okay!" Lu Li laughed, "You're honest!"

"Nan Wushan Lonely Moon Yin King Rulai!" Ye Mole also grinned, pronounced the Buddha's name, and said, "Since the donor has an old friendship with that Huang Fan, then it is very good." Today is the Buddha to give a good fate, to help the poor monk cut off a piece of obsession in his heart, how can the poor monk miss the reason!

With that, he took a step forward, stepped on the void in front of the rock, and stood with his long body, his face as dark as iron. When Lu Li saw his face at this moment, he couldn't help but shudder, and he didn't return to his relaxed state, his arms hung down, and he had already pinched a flying knife in each hand.

Although he was not the target of the murderous aura, Qin Yan felt that aura, and he couldn't help but be shocked in his heart, and secretly thought to himself: 'If this guy knows that Huang Fan was my senior brother, then shouldn't the rest of the number be attributed to me?'

This thought was immediately turned into reality by Yemol: "And the little benefactor with a lot of blood, the poor monk thought that you were still young, and wanted to let you go, but today it was the Buddha who performed the fate of the law, and it was destined for the poor monk to end this matter, or not, then the rest of the number will belong to you!"

Qin Yan snorted secretly. Huang Fan, Huang Fan, I'm really unlucky to catch up with you, why can't I turn around and let me bully the monk five years ago, and you will deal with today's Buddha?

At this time, I only heard Lu Li's dry cough and said: "Jade Fairy, Brother Qin, this monk seems to be a little stronger than I imagined, I may not be able to withstand it alone, why don't we stand shoulder to shoulder and do him together!"