Yingying gritted her teeth and lowered her head and said, "I dare not."

Seeing Fate Gui towards him gradually approaching, Leng Xuan's face suddenly darkened. He clenched his fists tightly and said coldly: "Chu Zhixuan, I realized that you are also a coward. I used to respect you." Chu Zhixuan said calmly: "Whatever you say, for me, as long as you die, you will win. Fate Gui, elder, please give him a pleasure." Fine Gui nodded, and a cold purple light quickly surged from his hand. Then, the purple light turned into a sword several feet long, and flew towards Leng Xuan with a sharp force. However, when the sword condensed by the purple light was about to approach Leng Xuan's body, a golden light suddenly fell from the sky and landed in front of Leng Xuan, condensed.

He formed a golden light shield and resisted the sword. Seeing this, Chu Zhixuan couldn't help but frown, then looked up at the night sky, and said coldly, "Who?" As he finished speaking, a monk in a gray robe slowly landed beside Leng Xuan. The monk looked like a middle-aged man, but his eyes were full of vicissitudes, as if he had experienced thousands of years. He held the Buddha's rituals in his hand, pronounced the Buddha's name, and said, "My monk's Dharma name Qianjie, disciple of Dajue Temple, have seen all donors." Hearing his own report, Chu Zhixuan said coldly, "If the people in Dajue Temple don't stay in the Buddhist temple to recite scriptures, why are they here to do?" Qianjie said calmly, "My monk is here to find Donor Leng."

Chu Zhixuan snorted, "Is that so a pity? It's a pity, because I'm going to settle his life. However, I can give you his body." Qianjie clasped his hands and said, "Amitabha, I sincerely ask for it. I'll give you all the donors." Chu Zhixuan said coldly, "Sorry, I can't help you. Elder Fate, take action!" Hearing this, Fate, the momentum was released, and the terrifying pressure was like a towering mountain, wrapping Leng Xuan tightly. Then, he saw his body like a ghost, carrying a faint purple light, and rushed to Leng Xuan in an instant. However, when he was about to take action, Qianjie, who was standing beside Leng Xuan, formed seals with his hands, and a "bum" sound came from his mouth. Suddenly, a giant golden bell enveloped them. On the surface of the giant bell, there were various brilliant golden runes flashing.

Seeing this, Ming Gui activated his true energy with all his strength and slammed the golden bell hard. Suddenly, there was a loud bang, and layers of ripples appeared on the surface of the golden bell. When the ripples dissipated, the golden bell recovered again and was not damaged. Ming Gui's face darkened and the offensive began again. However, under his several attacks, the golden bell was still not damaged. Qianjie in the golden bell always looked calm, as if he had not used all his strength. Ming Gui frowned, then shook his head to Chu Zhixuan, indicating that he had no way to destroy the golden bell.

Seeing this, Chu Zhixuan's eyes suddenly turned cold. Fate Gui's cultivation level had reached the middle stage of Mahayana, and even he could not destroy the Golden Bell, which means that the opponent's strength was still above Fate Gui. If he really wanted to fight, his side might not get any advantage. He stared at Leng Xuan in the Golden Bell coldly and snorted: "You are lucky today, but next time you meet, you won't be so cheap."

Qianjie heard this and pronounced the Buddha's name and said, "Since that's the case, I will say goodbye first."
Chapter completed!