The enemy is coming, and Yang Pan is watching eagerly.

Baihuo Sound Transmission explained: "I didn't add insult to injury. This Buddha's stiffness is too terrifying. Do you think he is in the foundation building stage? No, he fell from a very high level and is an anomaly in the world! In the world of Huangquan, ordinary people and heaven and earth

The odd number is related to one word, expensive."

“Can’t get a discount?”

"No, I really can't. Don't you have more than a dozen zombies there? Don't choose Buddha Zombie. You only need a few silver coins to choose other zombies."

Chen Xinghe insisted: "Just like Buddha, only if he comes here can he help me solve my trouble! The four big boxes here are my harvest."

"Understood, execute immediately." Bai Huo knew that time was tight, so he didn't say anything nonsense. He was counting on Chen Xinghe's promotion now! He didn't want to be disconnected.

The cabin became extremely depressing, and suddenly an eight-and-a-half-foot-tall monk appeared. He was two heads taller than a normal person, his eyes were double-pupiled, and there was indescribable silence, coldness, and darkness expanding outward.

Chen Xinghe didn't have time to talk nonsense with Bai Huo, so he put away the coffin and the ghost dragon and retreated quickly, muttering something in his mouth to untie the Buddha's shackles.

Suddenly, his eyes swayed, and Fo Zhan turned around to look at Chen Xinghe.

At this moment, a figure broke into the cabin.

The six bloody blades drew bright red marks and cut towards Chen Xinghe. Fo Zheng was right on their attack route.

"Puff puff..." The giant blade slashed into the Buddha's stiff body.

A strange scene appeared. The six people retreated in disbelief. Their hands and feet fell to the ground, and the bloody blades glowed from their remains, which quickly froze into bright red ice.

Their moves actually bounced back to themselves. Chen Xinghe hurriedly recited a mantra, and Buddha's subsequent movements stopped abruptly. There was a layer of dim light flickering in his pupils.

The ghost dragon cleans the battlefield, and when it gets slightly closer to the Buddha zombie, it feels like it has encountered a natural enemy. It trembles, its whole body becomes stiff, and it is miserable.

This is ghost vein suppression, which only occurs when the origins of the two parties are extremely different.

"I feel like I'm playing with fire. Once the Buddha's stiffness gets out of control, it will definitely lead to fire." Chen Xinghe shook his head and smiled bitterly. He knew that there was danger, but he had to shoot with the arrow on the string. He had to eradicate Yang Pan's trouble.

It was too late to say it, but it was so quick in an instant. Chen Xinghe's thoughts were arising and passing away at his feet, and he was in front of Tong Ao in an instant.

"Boy, don't you want to cause trouble?" Tong Ao shouted angrily, but when his consciousness showed, he was so frightened that he pulled Chen Xinghe back.

Yang Pan was also retreating, because the Buddha stood frozen and still in the air, and there was an unusual aura swirling like a tide.

"Did you bring this? What the hell is this?" When Tong Ao was shocked, Chen Xinghe had already fled with him.

He had no choice but to escape, so he recited the mantra for the second time to release the restraints, but he felt that he was losing control. He hoped that Yang Pan would be better and fight against Fo Zheng.

Facts have proved that Chen Xinghe was wishful thinking.

Yang Pan immediately noticed that the seven members of his party were no longer there, and immediately guessed that this was a trap for him, so he ignited a magic talisman with a wave of his hand and disappeared on the spot.

He ran very decisively.

Unexpectedly, the gap was only one breath and less than three miles away from the flying boat. Yang Pan stumbled out with disbelief in his eyes.

The Buddha froze in one step and stretched out his hand as if the sky were falling.

As a late-stage foundation-building monk, how could Yang Pan be willing to take advantage of him?

He released a broken copper ring that whirled and whirled, and actually touched the Buddha's big hand.

"Boom..." The copper ring flew back, causing the Buddha's stiff body to shake and float back thirty-three feet before he stood still. A bell rang out against the Buddha's pattern on his forehead.

"Boom..." Bell-shaped virtual patterns spread everywhere.

"Damn."

Yang Pan was horrified. You must know that the copper ring in his hand was a spiritual weapon. Although its spiritual power was greatly lost and it was on the verge of being scrapped, after years of cultivation, the first blow was the most impressive.

Showing such a trump card, the opponent could only retreat without being injured, which was beyond his cognitive scope.

Tong Ao saw this scene from a distance, touched his neck and said, "Damn, when did Yang Pan get a spiritual weapon? Fortunately, he didn't use it when he fought with me, otherwise he would have been skinned even if he didn't die."

As soon as the two sides reached out, Yang Pan was at a disadvantage. Bell-shaped virtual patterns suppressed him from all directions, forcing him to explode the copper ring.

"Crack..." The copper ring broke, and the divine power burst out. The light that was a thousand times more intense than the self-explosion of the magic weapon spread out, instantly dissipating the bell-shaped phantom, and spread to the Buddha's body.

"Bang bang bang bang..." Fo Zheng stepped forward and punched under Yang Pan's horrified gaze.

The sky was full of light as the fist turned upside down. Yang Pan hurriedly released several magic weapons to defend himself. Unexpectedly, this punch was so powerful that it was outrageous.

"Rumble..."

The magic weapon is broken!

The clothes are torn!

Broken flesh and blood!

Yang Pan fell from the air to the ground, his feet slid four or five miles away on the ground, and then he stood up in a panic.

"Ah ah ah..." He exploded, his face covered with black lines, his Dantian was like a black hole, his spiritual energy plummeted within a hundred miles, and then there was an earth-shattering roar: "Kongtong Seal Jue, God has no face!"

Yang Pan's face disappeared, replaced by darkness in the sky.

This darkness seemed to have outlines, like a giant seal.

The next collision shook the earth, and Chen Xinghe couldn't understand it because it was beyond the level he was exposed to.

The light, dust, air currents, and cracks lasted for fifty breaths, and when the smoke disappeared, it seemed as long as a hundred years.

Buddha's silhouette appeared, no changes could be seen, and he was holding half of his arm.

Chen Xinghe breathed a sigh of relief, and most of the Buddha's stiffness fell away. He hurriedly chanted a mantra to restrain the opponent, and when the opponent was fixed in place, he immediately put it into the human race bag and tied it up.

"Junior brother, arm! That half arm."

"What do you want that thing for?"

"Hey, that's Yang Pan's arm. If you send it back to the sect to draw a blood curse, you can chase him to heaven and earth without peace."

"That's good." Chen Xinghe hurriedly took out the severed arm and opened the floodgates to release many corpses. He clasped his fists at Tong Ao and said, "These are all the work of senior brother. How can I have such ability in the early stage of foundation building? Senior brother reluctantly helped me.

Please take care of me!"

"You..." Tong Ao thought through his joints and laughed loudly: "You are really a good guy! Okay, senior brother, I will accept your love. With this kind of merit, you will be able to escape from that ghost place in the Valley of Atonement. From now on, you will be an ordinary person in Kongtong."

If someone says something bad about my junior brother, I will cut him into pieces."

"Senior brother has a charming personality, which is exactly what I like. When we return to the ship, we need to screen it to see if there are any fish that have slipped through the net."

"Don't worry, I already know the details. The other party is not an unknown person. Just leave it to me." Tong Ao took care of everything. Chen Xinghe had given such great credit. If he couldn't even finish it well, then he would be

No need to mess around.

At this moment, Yang Pan was running away frantically, taking pills while running away, and his heart felt like it was falling into an ice cave.

"Damn it! I thought that the Kongtong Seal Technique that I, Yang Pan, had worked so hard to learn, failed so miserably. What is the relationship between that cold monk and Chen Xinghe? Why is it so unfathomable?"
Chapter completed!