Even though many masters from the Imperial Guard came, there were still many evil monks shouting arrogantly. This shows that their arrogant attitude made Lin Pu and others very angry, so naturally they could not tolerate them.
Chief Manager Lin Pu frowned and said angrily: "How bold..." He bent his hands and shook them like eagle talons. Ten extremely thin silver threads shot out, as imperceptible as spider threads, flashing in the air.
However, most monks cannot even see clearly.
Abbot Kongde knew how powerful it was, and he quickly stopped him in desperation. He quickly pushed out his left palm, and golden light filled the air, condensing into a huge palm print. There was also a huge Buddha character in the palm, and the light shone even more. It was extremely majestic.
In the air, I had to use my Buddha's hands to block the old man's attack, but I reacted in time. I am worthy of being a great master of Tianfo Temple. What a blessing.
Unexpectedly, he faced an even more powerful character. He could be called the top master of the Great Yan Empire. Even though the silver thread was extremely thin, it possessed unparalleled attack power. The sound of hissing was endless, and it actually penetrated the golden Buddha's handprint, leaving a mark on it.
A hole as thick as ten wine cups was opened, and then the Buddha's hand exploded and disappeared into ashes.
The powerful force came like an overwhelming force. Abbot Kongde couldn't bear it and took three steps back. He felt that his throat was so raw that he was about to vomit blood. He quickly suppressed it with his spiritual energy, so as not to make a fool of himself on the spot. A look of horror appeared on his old face.
, even though he had been mentally prepared and guessed that the opponent's strength was unfathomable, the actual fight was still beyond his expectations.
Thousands of monks gathered inside and outside the square. They were originally arrogant. After all, they were always instilled with the idea that their sect was one of the seven major sects. They felt that Tianfo Temple was a real place outside the law. Being able to stay outside the three realms and jump out of the five elements was basically impossible.
No one dares to provoke him. If someone comes to look for trouble without considering his own abilities, he will only bring humiliation to himself and return home in vain.
The reputation of King Ling has no deterrent effect here, and the Protector of the Country exists in legends. Many monks believe that they are fully capable of dealing with it. However, they have witnessed their fellow disciples being severely injured, and even being attacked by the leader who they usually regard as a god.
However, they failed to get any relief, leaving them silent and no longer as arrogant as before.
A thunderous roar came from the distant mountain peak, "What kind of monster dares to come to Tianfo Temple and act so recklessly? It's simply unreasonable!"
The sound came from an ancient tower, deafening. A figure flew out from inside and came here like a vulture. The movement was extremely fast. It took only an instant to cover a distance of several hundred feet and arrived in front of Qiu Yu and others.
His face was sallow and rather haggard, and his face was ferocious. He was clearly an old acquaintance, the great monk Mingyuan. He was the highest-ranking elder in the temple and existed like a protective god.
Seeing the appearance of Master Mingyuan, many monks looked up and their spirits were startled. Hope emerged in their hearts, feeling that Master Mingyuan would be able to turn the tide and save Tianfo Temple from dire straits.
Abbot Kongde also said in a deep voice: "Uncle Master, now that King Ling has led his troops to call for punishment, I would like to ask you to make the decision."
Monk Mingyuan took a closer look and saw that the boy opposite him had clearly met him in the Desert of Death and had a lot of grudges. Who would have thought that his true identity was actually the famous Prince Ling, who was said to be the most famous person next to Queen Yan, one of the most famous people in the world.
There are more than ten thousand people! Looking at the old guys behind, there are more than a hundred people. The ones with the lowest cultivation level are all soul-melting warriors. There are more than ten people in the realm of virtualization. They are obviously extremely terrifying.
The power makes people shudder.
It's just that as the leader of the thousand-year-old temple, Monk Mingyuan has always been arrogant and arrogant. How can he allow the other party to act recklessly? He stared at Qiu Yu with a fierce look in his eyes and said viciously: "It turns out it's you, but it's Lao Shiziling."
King, so what, this place is Thousand Buddha Temple, not an ordinary sect, it has its own gods to protect it, and the light of Buddha shines everywhere. Anyone who dares to do anything is blaspheming the gods and will be punished."
Looking at the old bald donkey in front of him, Qiu Yu was also full of emotions. Once upon a time, he saw the other person like a mouse seeing a cat. He could not help but hide everywhere. After all, the strength of the two sides was very different. How could he have dignity in order to survive? He had to eat too much.
The monk's suffering, now that he is surrounded by many masters of the Guardian, there is no need to be afraid.
He sneered, with anger appearing in his brows, and scolded sternly: "Old bald donkey, you bullied me more than once in the Desert of Death and committed heinous crimes. I am looking for you. You old beast still dares to come out and show off your power, then
Okay, let's settle the old and new accounts together..."
Mentioning the Desert of Death, the muscles on Master Mingyuan's face twitched violently, and severe pain came from his back. It was caused by Jin Ping'er's plot. The wound was more than a foot long, and the skin and flesh were gone. He could even see the bones.
, even though I rested for several days and took the best medicine, I still didn’t recover. After all, the injury was too serious and the pain was severe.
Of course, the old monk's injury had a lot to do with Qiu Yu. The other party and Jin Ping'er worked together to plot against him. He vowed not to be a human being unless he avenged his revenge. Now that this kid dares to threaten him, it is even more infuriating.
In particular, Monk Mingyuan has a very high status in Tianfo Temple. He has achieved great success in cultivation and has superb strength. He has always been highly respected and has few opponents. He claims to be the number one cultivator in the Yan Kingdom. He is the only one who respects himself. How can he be intimidated by the kid opposite him?
He couldn't help but be filled with righteous indignation and said angrily: "I want to see who dares to touch a hair on my head..."
Many of the masters of the National Guard were even more angry. They really didn't expect the thief Tu Tu from Tianfo Temple to be so bold. He clearly didn't take Prince Ling seriously and must be punished.
The old bald donkey still dares to be so arrogant, but he needs to be dealt with. Qiu Yu will naturally not spoil him, and coldly snorts: "Really, then I will help you, Mr. Lin, if you can help me, you can take action and waste this."
Bald thief."
"I sincerely comply with His Royal Highness King Ling's will." The chief steward Lin Pu agreed. He raised his left hand so quickly that it was hard to notice. Many extremely fine silver threads flew out and wrapped around the old monk's neck, as if to
Kill the opponent by hanging.
The great monk Mingyuan said angrily: "The Vajra Soul Seizing Finger!" He clicked his right hand forward, and the golden light turned into eighteen swords, crisscrossing towards the silver threads, causing various strange phenomena in the sky, which was dazzling.
After all, he is the king of the state of concentration, and the old monk's actions are extraordinary, causing many disciples and disciples below to cheer loudly, "Okay!"
"Master-uncle's magical skills are unparalleled and invincible in the world..."
There was a chi chi sound in mid-air, and the silver thread was intercepted by many swords, which made the masters of the National Protector Supervisor also moved. They had already seen that the old monk's cultivation level was extremely high, and he was almost the same as the chief manager.
The King of Concentration is really too powerful. No wonder Tianfo Temple is so confident. It turns out that it is really Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, and such a domineering old man exists.
It is a rare opportunity for Lin Pu to encounter such a powerful enemy. After all, it is the loneliest thing to be invincible at a high place. For many years, he has hurt people with his attacks. No one can withstand three moves and two moves. At this moment
Finally, he could have a hearty battle, which made him excited and said: "Silver python Qitian!"