In front of Washan Mountain, a young man in white clothes came on a donkey. He ignored the practitioners at the foot of the mountain who pointed at him, and quickly went up Washan Mountain, and then quickly arrived in front of the ancient temple.
But at this time, dozens of monks in red clothes were sitting at the gate of the ancient temple. Between the monks in red clothes, there were two old monks in yellow clothes. If the people below the mountain were here, they would definitely recognize those two monks.
The person is the monk who presided over the first two chess games of this year's Bon Festival, and they are all elders of Lanke Temple who know fate.
After seeing the young man, the two old monks couldn't help but think of the academy walker who caused endless evil in Lanke Temple decades ago. This young man is a contemporary academy walker. He also rides a donkey and uses a sword. Even the man in front of them
Even stronger than the one back then.
But the son of Pluto must die. Even if the person coming is the Master, they must stop him.
I saw an old monk in yellow clothes standing up. His eyes did not seem to be affected by the power of the coming person. He looked calmly at the young man riding a donkey in front of him. However, if you look behind him, you can see his back.
The right hand behind his back could not help but tremble.
"Mr. Twelve, stop."
Ye Chao looked at the monk and asked, "Are you trying to stop me?"
The monk said: "We just hope that Mr. Twelve will not stop us from eradicating the daughter of Hades."
The air suddenly became quiet, and the monks' breathing stopped at this moment. They looked at Ye Chao, expecting the other party to say what they wanted to hear.
"Junior brother said that Sangsang is him, he is Sangsang. If Sangsang dies, he will probably die too. Even if he doesn't die, he will definitely feel very uncomfortable."
"So, are you ready?"
Ye Chao did not say what he would do, but the faces of the monks turned frightened, and some even showed regret on their expressions.
The expression of the old monk in yellow clothes who stood up before changed dramatically. He pointed at Ye Chao with a trembling hand and asked: "Is it true that the academy will protect the daughter of Hades, even at the cost of making the whole world an enemy?"
Ye Chaodao: "Oh, the monk really still likes to put his own position above all sentient beings in the world, so I will say this today, the academy is going to be the enemy of the world, how will you, the Buddhist sect, treat you?"
The monk in yellow seemed angry or frightened, and his withered face had wrinkles that looked extremely ferocious.
"Then we will make a bet with Mr. Twelve on whether the daughter of Pluto will die first, or whether Mr. Twelve will save the daughter of Pluto first."
After the old monk finished speaking, he immediately sat cross-legged on the ground and chanted sutras with the monks.
Wuliang Sanskrit chants resounded in front of Lanke Temple, and at the same time, the bronze bells hanging in Lanke Temple began to ring continuously.
The Buddha statue on the top of the tile mountain seemed to wake up from its deep sleep, releasing immeasurable golden Buddha light. Like the setting sun that was about to set on the Western Mountain, it rendered the white clouds above the tile mountain into gold, and even the blue sky was like a blue sky.
At this moment it turned golden.
"Boom!"
There was a roar that sounded like tens of thousands of thunders at the same time, and the immeasurable Buddha's light instantly turned into a golden river, and then rushed towards Ye Chao like the Milky Way flowing from the nine heavens. And the void after it flowed,
Like a glass mirror that had been run over by a horse and cart, it was shattered inch by inch.
However, at this time, facing the golden torrent that was no less powerful than the great river under Liu Bai's sword, Ye Chao's expression remained as usual. He casually held his hand on the hilt of the sword, and then slashed horizontally.
The torrent shattered, the dozens of bronze bells hanging in Lanke Temple were shattered, and the giant hands of the Buddha statue were shattered.
"Back then in the sword pavilion, he was seriously injured by Liu Bai. At that time, I could take his sword. But now, I don't even have the chance to use my sword in front of him." Ye Su looked at the man who fell towards the gate of Lanke Temple.
The broken stone of the Buddha statue said in a complicated tone.
Tang looked at the young man in white walking towards the main hall and replied: "Those monks just used their whole life's skills to activate the Lanke Temple formation. I believe that even the full blow of the Apocalypse Saint could only do this, but he casually shattered it with a single sword.
, and even destroyed part of the Lanke Temple formation."
"It seems my sister is really lucky."
Ye Su glanced at Tang next to him with disdain, then pointed at the monks at the gate and said: "In order to block Twelve from the door, they spent their whole life awakening the Buddha Formation, but even Twelve's sword failed.
If they can't pick it up, they will die."
After hearing this, Tang looked at the gate of Lanke Temple and saw that the huge hand of the Buddha had been shattered and the stones were submerged there. Not a single monk came out of it, including the two monks in yellow who were in the realm of knowing fate.
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The torrent was still flowing towards the big black umbrella, and at this time Sangsang's face was already covered with dark blood.
Ning Que roared like a wild beast, wanting to go over and hold up a big black umbrella for Sangsang, or stab Qi Nian like he stabbed the old Orion in the belly with a knife.
However, Master Baoshu was blocking him in front of him, so it would be difficult to rush over quickly.
However, difficulty does not mean that it is impossible, and he has always been a person who is ruthless to his enemies and himself.
Ning Que raised his sword and slashed at the treasure tree as if he was risking his life. However, he had endured a big hand seal from Qin Nian before. Although his body was stronger than most practitioners due to his cultivation of Haoran Qi, his sword was
It's much slower than before.
Baoshu easily dodged it, and seeing Ning Que's pale face, he made a big handprint and slapped Ning Que without hesitation.
Ning Que seemed to be powerless to resist but still had the big handprint slapped on him. Then Baoshu seemed to have thought of something and yelled that it was not good, but it was too late.
When he looked at Ning Que again, his figure had already rolled in front of the daughter of light through the power of the big hand seal.
Just when he was about to pursue him, there was a sound of thunder outside the temple.
Everyone in the room, including Qi Nian, Baoshu, and Master Qishan who was sitting on the futon, all looked moved at this moment.
Lanke Temple's formation has been activated, and people from the academy have arrived.
Qinian frowned as if he was making some kind of decision that even he had to think about for a long time, because after the thunder, he felt that Lanke Temple's formation was damaged by a tyrannical sword intent, and he was able to have it in just a short time
The sword intent that could destroy Lanke Temple's formation in an instant could only be Liu Bai or Academy Twelve.
Therefore, in just a short moment, Qi Nian made a decision.
Using the power of his mind to float the Ullan Bell out of the air, his mouth that had not been opened for who knows how many years actually opened, and his Adam's apple began to surge awkwardly.
The atmosphere in the hall became depressing, and it seemed that only the clear and ear-piercing voice of Bon Ling was left.
Baoshu seemed to know what Qi Nian was going to do, and shouted loudly: "No!"
But just as he finished speaking, a hoarse voice came from Qinian's mouth.
"Om!"
In the early years, a legend emerged in the spiritual world about the Buddhist sect who bit off his tongue and swallowed it in his belly in order to practice the Seven Thoughts of the World. Many great practitioners of Buddhism and Taoism have come forward to confirm that this legend is not false.
, since then, practitioners all over the world have admired Qin Nian's heart of seeking Buddha, and from this, people have also speculated on the difficulty of practicing closed-mouthed meditation.
But today Qi Nian spoke in front of many people. Although it was just a very simple syllable, and although the voice was hoarse and unpleasant, the Buddhist power contained in it made everyone in the room feel frightened.
The Ullan Bell stopped shaking and turned into a handleless giant sword and merged into the torrent. No sharp breath circulated, but Ning Que, who was under the umbrella, knew clearly that the big black umbrella could not stop the sword.