Chapter five hundred and fortieth fierce battle under the temple without leaks
Ye Yinfeng got through the small window like a civet cat. There was a cloud of dust on the ground. His figure stirred up bursts of flying dust, and then there was a pungent smell of mold and rot rushing toward him.
Come. After he stabilized his body, he looked around for a while. The mottled light shone from the roof, and everything was in a mess. It had obviously been uninhabited here for a long time, and the Wulu Temple was not known to be abandoned.
How many years has it passed?
His light body moved towards the little monk who was humming a little tune. A huge clay sculpture appeared in front of him. He saw the back of the little monk. Then his figure hid there silently.
Behind the clay sculpture, he immediately smelled a faint fragrance of a woman. Next to the monk sitting cross-legged, there was suddenly an unconscious woman. He knew this woman. She was Zhang Lingyan from the Zhang family.
I saw Zhang Lingyan's face glowing with a charming red color, his chest rising and falling, and he was obviously in a deep sleep. But I don't know what method the little monk used to put this Lingyan into a deep sleep, and he didn't even have the slightest ability to resist.
, as if at the mercy of the little monk.
The little monk sat cross-legged, with his hands clasped together. After humming the unknown and weird tune, he began to recite some boring scriptures. The little monk's expression was extremely solemn and solemn, and he looked proud.
The radiance of a Taoist monk began to spread out from his body.
Ye Yinfeng hid behind the huge clay sculpture, watching all the little monk's movements, and he couldn't help but think about whether to save that cunning woman. In Raozhou City, this woman killed him
Breaking into the cliff made him the scapegoat for stealing the Zhang family's treasures, so he was always conflicted. Apart from the three of them, there was obviously no fourth person in the main hall. Could it be that Zhang Lanzhi deceived him and lured him here?
Here, the little monk suffered a lose-lose situation. Zhang Lanzhi was indeed cunning and cunning, but he didn't know where Nangong Xianchen's master and servant were now. He wanted to abandon this spiritual flame and ignore it, but he still felt sorry in his heart.
After the young monk finished reciting a verse, a blazing light appeared in his eyes, which was a little brighter than the light coming from the roof. There was a bit of greedy fascination in his eyes. He leaned down.
She stretched out her hands to caress the sleeping woman's chest, but the sleeping Zhang Lingyan couldn't help but moan. The blush on her face became more and more intense, and her body trembled slightly.
As the little monk's movements became faster and faster, the moans from the sleeping woman became more and more urgent. Her red cherry mouth was about to open and close, and the red color on her face began to appear.
It was full of temptation that made people's blood rush. Even Ye Yinfeng, who was hiding in the dark, felt his face turn red and his heart beat rapidly. He hurriedly repeated the secret luck formula to regain his consciousness.
The monk didn't know what kind of magic power he used, but it actually had the effect of disturbing the mind. Even bystanders would be affected. It can be seen that the sleeping woman must have the greatest impact. Ye Yinfeng stepped from the palms of the little monk's hands.
He felt a strange fluctuation of true energy, which became more and more violent as he moved. The technique practiced by this young monk was so strange that even the sleeping man could control it at will.
Seeing the little monk's hands unbuttoning the sleeping woman's clothes with incomparable skill, the blurred look in the little monk's eyes became more intense, making his breathing become more and more rapid. Ye Yinfeng simply couldn't look at it anymore.
After going down, he could guess what happened next.
With a "buzz" sound, Ye Yinfeng raised the iron sword in his hand, and shot towards the back of the little monk like a shadow. The raised iron sword glowed with a faint luster.
The sword rolled up the long-standing dust in the main hall, and mist-like dust enveloped the young monk.
With a dull sound of "grabbing", the little monk with blurred eyes regained his clarity when Ye Yinfeng stabbed the sword. His body twisted, and he suddenly held the golden manganese bowl in his hand. The manganese bowl
Bo caught Ye Yinfeng and stabbed the sword with all his strength. After the dull sound, the little monk's figure fled, and the man was like a windmill, whipping up the gusts of wind. The wide and bright cassock swung like a sword.
Like a soul-stirring snare, the wind swept towards Ye Yin.
His heart was shocked, and a huge counterattack force came from the iron sword. Ye Yinfeng's body shape changed, and his figure had already retreated under the clay statue. He held the trembling iron sword tightly.
Sword, a burning sting came from the tiger's mouth where he held the sword. His figure had already avoided the strange cassock covered by the little monk's net. As if he was facing a formidable enemy, his eyes were shining brightly.
, looking at the young monk with an angry face.
"Amitabha, don't you fear Lord Buddha's punishment for destroying people's good deeds?" The young monk asked Ye Yinfeng with his hands clasped together. The red color on his face has not faded, and his eyes
The light of resentment inside him became more and more intense. The wide and bright cassock moved automatically without any wind, making a hunting noise behind him. It was obvious that he was extremely angry. His good deeds had been ruined by others, and he had already lost everything in front of him.
This young man was extremely angry.
"Young monk is a monk, but you do some dirty things. People in Buddhism abstain from sex, anger, alcohol, and meat. How can you be like a Buddhist disciple? You will be punished by the Lord Buddha for doing this. Today, Ye
If you meet him, you won't stand idly by. Young monk, you'd better give up and go back and forth wherever you come from." Ye Yinfeng didn't want to care about this matter at first, but when he encountered it, he felt very sorry if he didn't care about it. In the future, inner demons will breed, so
He still took action. As for whether he could save the sleeping Zhang Lingyan, he had to leave it to fate.
"The young monk's six sense organs have been cleared early. If he has eaten wine and meat, his jejunum will be empty, so he will be punished by the Lord Buddha. Donor Ye, don't bully others too much. Those who do bad things to the young monk will be punished by the Lord Buddha." The young monk's face changed, and he said:
A majestic breath emerged from his extremely bright cassock. The cassock, which was bulging like a sail, was emitting bursts of harsh breath piercing the air. And his figure was carrying a roaring sound.
He rushed towards Ye Yinfeng with great power, still holding the shining golden manganese bowl in his hand.
"Boom", the true energy in Ye Yinfeng's body surged like ignited explosives. He decided to give it a try. The young monk's surge of breath made him feel a wild fighting spirit. The young monk's internal strength
The depth was beyond his expectation. He felt the sun-like true energy rushing towards him, and the fighting spirit in his heart became stronger and stronger. He needed a hearty battle, no matter what
The opponent's strength ratio was much higher, and he just wanted to give it a go and fight.
"Roar", a beast's roar came from the young monk's throat. The loud roar shook Ye Yinfeng to retreat sharply, and the raised iron sword could not help but tremble. There was no way out, and his
His body was already leaning at the foot of the huge clay statue, and Ling Tian's arrogant fighting spirit surged out of his heart.
Stabilizing his body, Ye Yinfeng put aside the shock in his heart, and a pure internal force spurted out from his Dantian, and the iron sword in his hand made a roar of joy. A faint sword light was there.
The edgeless iron sword appeared spontaneously. His footsteps were frozen, and a figure like the breeze made a swishing sound in the air.
The little monk was walking like a dragon and a tiger, his lower body was as stable as Mount Tai, and the left fist he swung hit the iron sword raised by Ye Yinfeng like a huge hammer, while the manganese bowl in his right hand was filled with layers of water.
Layers of dazzling golden light hit Ye Yinfeng fiercely. The two figures suddenly intertwined together. The bright cassock whipped up a strong wind-like breath, tightly surrounding the light-like wind figure.
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A string of metal clanging sounds sounded, and the iron sword in Ye Yinfeng's hand glowed with faint light, trying to pierce the gorgeous sky and earth net. His feet were hurriedly stepping on the "Seven Stars Chasing the Moon Footsteps", and his elegant movements were endless.
He was trying to avoid the hammer-like left fist. The sword energy shot out wildly, and the fist light was as sharp as an explosion. The surging energy shot out in all directions, and a blast of light emitted from the huge clay statue.
There was a series of soft and muffled sounds, and dozens of holes shot through by the energy suddenly appeared on the clay sculpture.
Ye Yinfeng made a mistake with his foot and barely managed to avoid the young monk's punch. The sharp blade-like punch flowed past his cheek, causing a burst of burning pain in his face. But the fist in his hand
The iron sword swiped fiercely from the young monk's left shoulder, and the sword light penetrated the young monk's left shoulder, causing the young monk's expression to change.
A thunderous momentum came from Ye Yinfeng's left chest, but it was the stinging pain coming from the little monk's left shoulder. The manganese bowl he raised avoided Ye Yinfeng's iron sword and went down towards it.
Ye Yinfeng was hit on the left chest. Ye Yinfeng turned around and avoided the manganese bowl that hit hard. But as soon as he stood upright, he saw a fierce look on the little monk's face.
His lust did not decrease but increased. I saw his right foot rubbing hard on the ground.
There was a loud "boom", and a huge shock wave suddenly came from the ground. However, the young monk poured his true energy into his right leg and stepped hard on the ground. A huge force came from there.
The ground rushed towards Ye Yinfeng, as if there was a giant dragon rolling in the ground, rushing towards where Ye Yinfeng stood.
Ye Yinfeng's expression changed. He didn't expect that the little monk's internal energy was so strong, and his true energy could actually attack him from the ground. The iron sword in his hand swayed, and his body moved behind him like the wind.
He walked away from the huge clay sculpture. When his figure landed on the shoulders of the clay sculpture, he felt a roaring sound like the earth was shaking. But it was the little monk.
Huge force was transmitted to the clay sculpture. The already shaky clay sculpture could not withstand such an impact. The clay sculpture suddenly shook violently and fell forward.
"Not good", Ye Yinfeng secretly shouted in his heart. He shot down from the huge clay sculpture and headed towards the sleeping Zhang Lingyan. As soon as his feet landed on the ground, he heard a burst of sound from behind him.
There was a loud bang, and he didn't have time to think about it. He reached out and picked up Zhang Lingyan and tried to snatch it away.
But at the moment when Ye Yinfeng reached out to pick up Zhang Lingyan, monk Bujie's eyes shone with a strange red color. He ignored the clay statue that collapsed towards him. He waved his sleeves and a wave of
The majestic breath spurted out from his left fist and went straight towards the bent Ye Yinfeng.
There was a "bang", as soon as Ye Yinfeng's hand picked up Zhang Lingyan, before he could take a breath, he felt that his back was hit solidly by the little monk's punch. A burning pain like an electric shock suddenly shot from his back.
The force came from his back, and his body and Zhang Lingyan who was picked up were knocked away by the huge impact.
There was a surge of blood in his chest. Before he could use his skills to suppress the surge of blood, he felt a sweet sensation in his throat. With a "pop" sound, a mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth. Ye Yin was in the air.
Feng had no place to focus, and rolled Zhang Lingyan in the air a few times, and then fell hard to the ground. Fortunately, the ground was already in tatters, and when their bodies fell, they happened to be pressed into a piece of soil, and the excitement
There was a burst of dust flying everywhere.
The zhenqi in his body stagnated, and Ye Yinfeng felt dizzy in his head. The little monk's punch stirred up the zhenqi in his body into chaos. The little monk just punched out in desperation. Ye Yinfeng
He didn't suffer too serious internal injuries, but the real blood inside his body was fluctuated. After landing, he immediately checked Zhang Lingyan's condition and found that the woman was not seriously injured, so he felt relieved.