The Shengzi Temple survived the wind and rain. No matter how strong the aura outside was, the Shengzi Temple still exuded a faint golden light.

If the Holy Son Temple does not fall, Buddhism will not fall.

Qi Chen was already hundreds of meters away from the Holy Son Temple. The light there made him afraid, but it was obvious that someone didn't want him to leave so easily.

He stood in front of a somewhat simple small temple. There were many small temples in the Four Hundred and Eighty Temples, so it was not surprising that the Arhat among them was most likely only at the Taoist level, or even lower.

The temple is the Suiyuei Temple. The mottled walls are covered with moss. All the monks inside have gone to seek refuge. Even the Arhats are not nearby.

So at this moment, it has become a battlefield.

Yan Junqing, Shi Wanwan, Wenren Qiuhou and monk Shi Yuan stood in front of him.

"Everyone, what does this mean?" Qi Chen sneered.

Monk Shi Yuan looked solemn. He is a leader of the Buddhist generation and is more qualified to speak here: "I'm sorry, Brother Qi, we can't let you leave until it's clear whether you are a demon or not."

"Buddhism wants to imprison me?"

"No, Buddhism will not wrongly accuse a good person, but if you are a monster, then we would be guilty of a big sin if we let you leave."

Wenren Qiuhou said with a smile: "Brother Qi, it's not really troublesome. This is Buddhism. The battle will be over soon. When the time comes, we can verify it a little under the witness of many abbots."

"Yes, Brother Qi." Shi Wanwan also looked at Qi Chen. There were too many changes today, but to be honest, we are all human beings, so naturally we can't let Yaozi leave, even if she has conflicts with Wenren Qiuhou

, but now they have to fight against Qi Chen together.

Qi Chen frowned, knowing that he couldn't leave today.

However, no matter how you look at this matter, Mo Guantian has no chance of winning.

Everyone knows that this is Buddhism, and there is the Temple of the Holy Son here. If the Temple of the Holy Child cannot be destroyed, the Buddhism Gate is unbreakable.

However, who can destroy the Holy Son Temple?

"I hope Daoist Priest Mo can find a way." Qi Chen raised a smile and tightened the sword in his hand.

There was a sudden explosion in the sky, and two huge dark clouds suddenly collided together. The thunder was violent, the sky and the earth were churning, and a large amount of water vapor steamed up and kept rotating, so that the clouds became thicker and thicker, like a black and white fog pressing on people's hearts.

haze.

The thunder was raging, the wind was surging, the weather was suddenly cool, and heavy snow fell in the vast sky.

The confrontation between the forces of the Fantasy Sea Realm can already change the climate of a region in a short period of time.

In the small alley with bluestone slabs, on the eaves of the Suiyuei Temple, the walls carved with Buddhist scriptures soon gained a light white color.

Snowflakes, cold.

Looking at Qi Chen's action of drawing his sword, Yan Junqing on the side couldn't help laughing: "Brother Qi, it seems you still want to leave. The more you want to leave, the more guilty you are. Even if you are not a demon, there is still blood flowing in your body.

The bloodline of the demon clan.”

"As for drawing a sword... do you think it is really okay to use a sword in front of a disciple of the Sword Sect?"

Yan Junqing did not take action.

He felt very strange, why were the Yaozi and the Holy Son equal?

Why?

He is the Holy Son, the Holy Son on the earth, and if Qi Chen, this monster, is just a monster on the earth, then what?

The monsters on earth are far inferior to humans.

This was not a fateful showdown at all, just an ordinary battle. Of course, he did not underestimate Qi Chen. In any case, the opponent was someone who could kill Ling Nian.

This is in the mountains, and he has reached the Iron Bone Realm.

Monk Shiyuan took a step forward. The big black Buddha beads were in his palms, and his calloused fingers were spinning one by one.

The beads passed through his index finger.

Then a white horse galloped out.

This is the galloping of thousands of Buddhist horses. The white horses condensed from Buddhist scriptures seem to come to life. The feathers on each horse's body seem to be intertwined from heaven.

Every time he turned the beads in his hand, a white horse appeared.

The horses' hooves fell to the ground, splashing layers of snow mist. They were elegant and beautiful, calm and unhurried.

Within a moment, there were twenty white horses in front of Qi Chen.

The so-called galloping horses are difficult to use even in the Tongbian realm. I am afraid that only in the realm of creation can this move be fully demonstrated.

One of the true meanings of Buddhism.

The powerful aura made Yan Junqing frown slightly. To be called the number one among the younger generation of Buddhism is absolutely extraordinary.

The snow is getting heavier and heavier.

Qi Chen opened his eyes and looked at the other person through the soft snowflakes. It was still completely white.

The white horse is so clean.

"Brother Qi, for no other reason than I want to fight you. With your strength, you won't die from this move."

Monk Shi Yuan said seriously, although he is in the iron bone realm, he knows that Qi Chen is not an ordinary spiritual realm.

Indeed, Qi Chen was actually able to break through to Iron Bone, but something kept happening, so he was delayed.

But now, in full view of the public, he cannot break through because he will not suffer thunder disaster.

Anything that is different will attract attention.

He is already different enough.

Wenren Qiuhou and others are also looking forward to it. Regardless of whether the other party is a Yaozi or not, Qi Chen's achievements outside the mountain alone are enough to make them excited.

As Monk Shi Yuan finished speaking, the white horse galloped towards Qi Chen.

The alley was quiet, but now it became quiet with the sound of horse hooves.

The wind and snow were blowing in the direction of Qi Chen.

More than twenty white horses, exuding a hazy light, came along the wind and snow.

Because of their fast speed, they crashed through the wind and snow, as if whistling into light.

The snowy alley is dust-free, and you will forget to return when you walk deep.

A series of horse hoof prints were left on the shallow snow.

Qi Chen lowered his head and counted.

Just when the white horse was about to collide with him, a howl that sounded like a wolf dog broke the tranquility near the Temple of Time.

Wind and fire, the appearance of wind, wind, fire and fire.

It stepped on the wind wheel, with flames coming from its body. Among the thousands of troops, it was like a sharp sword that suddenly appeared, piercing directly into the battlefield.

The roaring lions were blazing, and the scattered horses turned into light.

Qi Chen knew that Feng Huo was back, so he didn't pay attention to what was in front of him. Instead, he turned around and drew out his long sword.

The sword struck the air, and then a white horse appeared.

Monk Shi Yuan's pupils shrank.

The front part of his move was all empty. The real killing move was the horse hidden in the dark. This white horse had a large amount of his spiritual energy condensed on it.

When the twenty white horses galloped, the unique white horse disappeared, as if it was hidden in the void, and went around to sneak up on Qi Chen's back.

Unfortunately, it was still discovered.

Monk Shi Yuan didn't know how the other party found out.

Because the white horse galloped so fast, the surroundings were so bright that it was impossible to see clearly.

Qi Chen's sword struck right on the horse's head, like cutting on tofu, and the sharp sword light cut open the horse's head.

The white horse turned into two halves and disappeared into the air.

He turned around, looked at Monk Shi Yuan and explained: "There are a few horse hooves missing on the ground."

Monk Shi Yuan suddenly understood, but was horrified.

In this kind of battle, there is still time to look at horse hoof prints. Such people either have some kind of quirk, or have absolute confidence in their own strength, so they have time to look at other details, or they have intuition

.

Either way, it's terrible.

It has been a long time since he met such an opponent. Yan Junqing is one, Xie An is another, and now there is Qi Chen.

"Ouch..."

Where there is wind and fire, don't think of peace.

Feng Huo neighed, trying to attract everyone's attention away from Qi Chen, but failed.

Everyone present was a master, so they naturally knew that the hidden group of white horses was the real killer move.

"It's really amazing." Yan Junqing narrowed his eyes, "It's just Brother Qi, if you really don't want to be captured without mercy, we won't be polite."

In front of me, there are two people in the Iron Bone Realm, and two others who are almost about to enter the Iron Bone Realm.

They are all outstanding people, especially after knowing Qi Chen's identity, they will naturally not be careless.

"The years are like a song, killing all the proud ones."

Suddenly, Qi Chen took a heavy step, and his foot hit the ground, causing three feet of snow to fly across the entire alley.

The snowflakes on the eaves of the Temple of Time rustled down.

At the same time, the plaque swayed, finally couldn't hold on, and hit the ground with a clang.

The plaque shattered.

Qi Chen's figure disappeared at the same time, leaving only a pair of footprints on the ground.

Fenghuo howled loudly. Although he had only followed the old lion for a short time, the inheritance of the beast monster family had never been taught step by step.
Chapter completed!