Xie Changyuan turned around subconsciously, looked at the skinny palm on his shoulder, and found that it was a monk.
This monk was incredible. He actually stood beside Xie Changyuan, who was using his indestructible golden body, as if nothing had happened. He turned a blind eye to the terrifying high temperature emitted by the latter. Not to mention that he was a human being, even his tattered cassock seemed unfazed.
His clothes were ragged, his sleeves and face were stained with mud and grease, his monk shoes had holes exposing his big toes, and the cattail leaf fan in his hand looked sparse like a rooster with half of its feathers plucked.
But for such a slovenly, beggar-like old monk, his eyes gave people an extremely clean and pure feeling, like that of a newborn baby.
He appeared quietly behind Xie Changyuan, and when the latter turned his head, he gave him a kind smile.
"Oh Amitabha, thank you donor, it is not good to practice anger, it will shorten your life!"
Although the old monk's tone was casual, the sound was like a clear tinkling stream, which made people feel relaxed and happy, and like the bells of a thousand-year-old temple, which made people feel respectful.
As soon as he finished speaking, the old monk took Xie Changyuan's hand and pressed it slightly. In an instant, the crazily surging Qi in Xie Changyuan's body was suppressed. His Vajra Indestructible Body slowly faded away and gradually returned to its original state.
This old monk was able to subdue Xie Changyuan with just one word and one hand. With this method, there would never be a second person. He was none other than Monk Guangji who taught Xie Changyuan the Zen breathing method.
"Master!?" Xie Changyuan looked at Monk Guangji in surprise.
But then, a trace of ecstasy flashed through his heart. He knew that Monk Guangji had great supernatural powers. Today, he was trying to hold on here. He was exhausted against the three masters of the Twelve Divine Palaces. Even he was not sure in his heart.
Kill these three people.
Now the arrival of Monk Guangji is undoubtedly a big reinforcement. With this person present, maybe this battle can be won!
Guang Ji nodded, stepped past Xie Changyuan, and came straight to the front of the phantom of the Master of the Hundred Beasts Palace.
During this period, he also turned his head and glanced at Li Muzhi and Fukuda Ichiro floating in the air, then glanced at somewhere in the sky again, and couldn't help but smile.
Immediately, he stretched out his hand towards that point in the sky, and there seemed to be a flash of golden light deep in the clouds. Immediately, a figure burst out of the clouds and flew down to the city with a sword.
Gao Wenchong was a little embarrassed at this time. There were a few gaps in his official uniform, his gray hair was spread over his shoulders, and he looked quite tired.
Today, he reached the level of Great Sword Immortal in one step and achieved the realm of Zifu. However, having not used force for many years, he was obviously no match for the God of War Li Muzhi. When he was ready, he was trapped in the sky by Li Muzhi using his sword to turn into a cage.
As soon as Monk Guangji took action, he gave him a helping hand, allowing him to leave the sword cage early.
Gao Wenchong stepped on his sword and stood in the air, holding his hands and bowing to Monk Guangji from a distance.
"Thank you!"
Guangji smiled and nodded.
Immediately, he looked at the Master of the Hundred Beasts Palace and said.
"Master of the Palace of Hundred Beasts, do you still remember the poor monk?"