Yingying bit her silver teeth, lowered her head and said, "I don't dare."
Seeing his fate approaching, Leng Xuan's face suddenly darkened. He clenched his fists tightly and said coldly: "Chu Zhixuan, I just realized that you are also a coward. I used to look up to you."
"It's over." Chu Zhixuan said calmly: "Whatever you say, for me, as long as you die, it is victory. Minggui elder, give him a happy life." Minggui nodded, and a cup of water quickly poured out of his hand.
A cold and sharp purple light. Then, the purple light turned into a sword several feet long, and flew towards Leng Xuan with fierce momentum. However, when the sword condensed with purple light was about to approach Leng Xuan's body
, a beam of golden light suddenly fell from the sky, fell in front of Leng Xuan, condensed into a golden light shield, and resisted the sword. When Chu Zhixuan saw this, he couldn't help but frown, then raised his head and stared at the night sky, saying
He said coldly: "Who is it?" As his words fell, he saw a monk in gray robe slowly descending to Leng Xuan's side. The monk looked like a middle-aged man, but his eyes were full of vicissitudes of life.
The color seemed to have lasted for thousands of years. He held the Buddhist ritual in his hand, announced the Buddha's name, and said: "The poor monk's name is Qianjie. I am a disciple of Dajue Temple and have met all the donors." When he heard that he announced his family name, Chu Zhi
Xuan Leng said: "People from Dajue Temple, if you don't stay in the Buddhist hall and recite sutras, why are you here?" Qianjie said calmly: "The poor monk is here to see Donor Leng."
Chu Zhixuan snorted: "Really? That's a pity, because I have to decide his life. However, I can give his body to you." Qianjie clasped his hands together and said: "Amitabha, I am a sincere monk.
I beg you and all the donors to help you." Chu Zhixuan said coldly: "I'm sorry, I can't help you. Elder Minggui, take action!" After hearing this, Minggui's momentum was released, and the terrifying pressure was like a towering mountain.
, wrapped Leng Xuan tightly. Immediately afterwards, he was seen like a ghost, bringing a faint purple light, and instantly rushed to Leng Xuan. However, when he was about to take action, Qian Jie stood beside Leng Xuan.
They formed a seal with their hands and made a sound of "唔" in their mouths. Suddenly, they saw a giant golden bell shrouding the two of them, and various brilliant golden runes flashed on the surface of the giant bell.
Seeing this, Ming Gui used all his energy to blast the golden bell. Suddenly, there was a loud bang, and layers of ripples appeared on the surface of the golden clock. Wait until the ripples dispersed.
, the golden bell returned to its original state without any damage. Minggui's face darkened, and the offensive started again. However, despite his several attacks, the golden bell still did not appear damaged. And the Qianjie inside the golden bell,
He always had an indifferent expression, as if he was not using all his strength. Minggui frowned, then shook his head at Chu Zhixuan, saying that he had no way to destroy the golden bell.
When Chu Zhixuan saw this, his eyes suddenly turned cold. Minggui's cultivation had reached the middle stage of Mahayana. Even he couldn't destroy the golden bell, which showed that the opponent's strength was still higher than Minggui. If they really wanted to fight, his side might not be able to do so.
What kind of bargain can you get? He stared coldly at Leng Xuan in the golden bell and said in a low voice: "You are lucky today, but next time we meet, you won't be able to get such a bargain."
Upon hearing this, Qianjie pronounced the Buddha's name and said, "In that case, the poor monk will leave first."