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Chapter 63 The Monk

What Yuan Ze never expected was that the place where the rainbow was located was thousands of miles away. At this moment, when he turned around and looked around, he saw that Moyu Mountain had long since disappeared.

"I don't know if this treasure is destined to me."

Yuan Ze did not dare to be careless, his eyes fell on the narrow mountain valley in front, which was the source of the Honggang explosion. Not far away, the evil spirit was raging, and the sound of fighting was endless.

After cautiously climbing over a low hillside, Yuan Ze saw clearly the figures fighting. The money and silk were touching, and he saw five monsters with animal heads and human bodies besieging an old monk.

The old monk had a bronze face, cloudy eyes and deep sunken eyes, and a goatee beard floating on his pointed chin. At this time, he was struggling to resist the siege of monsters with the wooden Zen staff in his hand.

"If you don't want to die, leave here immediately."

Suddenly, a cold voice came into Yuan Ze's ears. He quickly looked around and saw a monster glaring viciously at him.

"Ah."

Yuan Ze sneered and looked away. His eyes fell behind the old monk, and he suddenly showed curiosity.

I saw a young monk, Zhengbaoxiang, sitting solemnly in the cross-legged position, with his hands clasped together and muttering words in his mouth. There was a faint luster flowing on his skin, and a thousand kinds of glazed light flashed in his eyes.

He was so calm and composed, completely inconsistent with his age. For some reason, Yuan Ze had the misconception that this young monk was an accomplished monk.

boom!

At this moment, a violent wave emanated from the treasure, and the sudden change instantly caused the expressions of the five monsters to change drastically.

At the same time, Yuan Ze's expression also became strange. He felt something in his heart and no longer paid attention to the fight between the monster and the old monk, and went straight towards the treasure.

"Come die!"

Seeing Yuan Ze's actions, one of the monsters roared angrily, left the battle circle, and came with a gun.

"snort!"

Yuan Ze wisely chose to stop moving forward, and just as he turned around, a cold light was approaching.

"die!"

The chasing monster had a ferocious look on its face. In his opinion, this little monster in the Acupoint Realm was simply seeking its own death. After all, he was also a powerful monster in the Little Monster Realm.

boom!

Facing this fatal blow, Yuan Ze was fearless and directly used his demonic power. In vain, a surging demonic energy swept out. Without any hesitation, he punched the cold light directly.

Rumble.

The ground cracked open, and the rising dust formed a huge mushroom cloud that shot straight into the sky.

"How can this be!"

The monster was stunned. He still doesn't believe that he was actually knocked away by the opponent.

At this time, the monsters who were fighting all looked anxious. The sudden change completely disrupted their plans. They didn't care about killing the seriously injured old monk, and rushed towards Yuan Ze in unison.

"Ahem, Master, my disciple is incompetent and cannot conquer demons." Seeing this, the old monk hurriedly turned around with his Zen staff and asked the young monk for forgiveness.

"Amitabha, it's okay, just step back." The young monk said casually, with a sense of endless vicissitudes in his words.

"Yes, Master." The old monk stepped aside respectfully.

"Amitabha." The young monk stood up directly on the spot, walked a few steps forward, slowly raised his hand, and struck out a palm.

"Om mani padme hum, subdue the demon!"

As a loud Buddhist sound sounded, the expressions of the four monsters who were chasing Yuan Ze changed drastically. They couldn't help but turn around, but they were shocked to see the dazzling Buddha's light rising into the sky.

"ah!"

"Young Master, help!"

In the midst of the lightning and flint, the four monsters only had time to scream in agony before being killed by the golden palm prints that followed.

"Amitabha."

The young monk clasped his hands together again, with no joy or sadness on his face, and saw an eighth-grade golden lotus floating behind him.

Not far away, the monster holding a gun was shocked, with a look of disbelief on his face. He originally thought that this young monk was just a follower of the old monk, but he did not expect to be such a ruthless character.

"Smelly monk, you are a monk, but you are so vicious. This treasure appears in the territory of Fangya Mountain, and it should belong to us. If you dare to do this, aren't you afraid of causing karma?"

"Amitabha, the benefactor of Ghost Fang, those who are destined to learn about the treasure, please don't make mistakes." Faced with the questioning, the young monk still behaved calmly.

"A bald donkey is a bald donkey. You are talking nonsense. I want to see if you have the guts to kill me." As he said that, Guiya glared at the other party, and then his eyes fell on Yuan Ze.

"You are the one who deserves to die."

boom!

The next moment, the sky dimmed instantly, and the flash of thunder could be faintly seen. Gui Ya's face was cold, and he casually pointed the spear in his hand, and a mountain peak instantly turned into powder.

Yuan Ze suddenly became solemn when he saw this. It seemed that he could never underestimate anyone at any time. This was true for the young monk before, and the same is true for Gui Ya now.

"Death!" Gui Ya took the lead.

"kill!"

It's already reached this point. It's useless to talk anymore. Yuan Ze roared angrily and stopped suppressing himself. At this moment, his fighting spirit completely broke out and he faced the opponent directly.

At this time, Yuan Ze's aura was rising steadily, and there was a vague tendency to make a breakthrough. However, his mind was completely filled with fighting spirit. At this moment, he only had one thought, and that was fighting.

Rumble.
Chapter completed!
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