I live in Shushan, my cultivation is the sum of all my sects

A burst of laughter came out, full of disdain.

After all, even if a young monk in his teens is born with supernatural power, how powerful can he be?

"Oh!"

At this moment, a crisp voice resounded over the entire Wunian Temple.

"This golden bell is a top-rank magic weapon bestowed by the Holy Land of Ten Thousand Buddhas. How is it possible!"

I saw a clear fist mark protruding above the Dafan golden bell.

Before the monks could react, there were thunderous explosions one after another.

One, two, three...

A series of clear fist marks continuously appeared on the golden bell.

"Break it for me!"

With the sound of a broken drink, a punch containing infinite suppressive power blasted out, the punch was vast and unprovoked, breaking through the sky.

"Boom!"

The next moment, the void trembled and buzzed, and the Dafan Golden Bell was torn apart abruptly.

Kong Ming's thin body slowly walked out of the golden bell.

I saw eighteen bronze figures standing on both sides, without any movement!

Chapter 125 Bai Yejin Appears, Say It, Say It!

"That is the original magic weapon that I have worked so hard to refine, this little monk..."

The first Chang Hui suffered a strong backlash in an instant, vomited a mouthful of blood, staggered back a few steps one after another, and widened her scarlet eyes.

Compared with the injuries on his body, the scene in front of him shocked him even more.

The eighteen bronze men... actually stopped attacking!

When the old abbot Xuanji left, in order to prevent the last relic from falling into the hands of Wunian Temple, he spared no effort to cast eighteen bronze figures with the blood of his original source and guarded here.

Even if he was himself, he almost lost his life at the hands of these bronze men.

Now that the Eighteen Bronze Men don't stop this little monk anymore, could it be that he has already recognized him?

That damned old thing would rather give his life inheritance to outsiders than leave it to Wunian Temple!

Chang Hui roared angrily: "Kill this little monk for me, and never let him get the relic!"

Hearing this, the two fat-bellied prison guards were full of murderous intent, and the Buddha seal in their palms released a vast coercion, and came to suppress the temple.

"Go away!"

At this moment, a majestic low shout caused the bodies of all the monks present to tremble suddenly.

I saw a man in a black feather robe, sword eyebrows, star eyes, and cold black pupils standing in front of the temple with his hands behind his back.

This man looked like he was only a young man, but he exuded an irreversible majesty all over his body. Just a glance of his eyes, and the arrogance of the world was enough to send a boundless chill.

"Who are you?"

This time, even Chang Hui looked slightly pale.

"I am the fifth disciple of Mount Shu, Bai Yejin."

Bai Yejin glanced across the monks indifferently.

He was not worried about revealing his identity, because from the moment he arrived here, the monks present were just a group of dead people.

"Are you... Fifth Senior Brother?"

Kong Ming also turned his head at this moment, slightly surprised.

Although it was only the first time he saw Bai Yejin, he could clearly feel that his senior brother was very strong!

Even, maybe even scarier than the devilish and cruel Fourth Senior Sister!

Bai Yejin nodded indifferently: "I sensed a familiar aura just now, so I followed here, but I didn't expect that you are really the sixth disciple accepted by Master.

Don't worry, leave it to me here, you only need to complete what you should do. "

"Thank you, brother!"

Kong Ming stopped talking, cupped his fists slightly, and walked straight through the eighteen bronze figures.

As he gradually approached, the relics in front of the Buddha statue radiated golden brilliance, ethereal Sanskrit sounds lingered, and a bright Buddha light turned into countless memories and inheritances, and merged into Kongming's brows.

"How can you touch the things in Wunian Temple?"

The two supervisors showed anger. Because of the old abbot, they have not been able to refine enough souls with relics to complete the task of the Holy Land of Ten Thousand Buddhas.

Now that the opportunity is in front of them, how can they let it go?

"court death."

Bai Yejin snorted coldly, and lightly tapped the void with her fingers.

The monstrous devilish energy suddenly swept across the sky like a vortex, frantically converging toward the center, turning into a pitch-black finger, and pointing down in the air.

The devilish energy hovering over that finger was like thousands of ghosts, making endless howls and wailing sounds.

The temperature in the entire Wunian Temple dropped suddenly, and an inexplicable chill made all the monks tremble with fear.

"how is this possible!"

The fat fat on the faces of the two prison temples were trembling with fear, and they clearly felt the supreme sense of oppression contained in this finger.

The first Chang Hui also showed a look of shock, forcibly propped up his body and joined hands with the two prison temples to form seals, trying to block this terrifying blow.

"Prisoner."

Bai Yejin looked indifferent.

With one finger falling, it was like a volcanic eruption, and the infinite killing energy spread out, and even the void was shattered into countless fine cracks.

The Buddha seal formed by hundreds of monks in Wunian Temple seemed solid, but it was easily crushed by this finger in just a moment.

The demonic energy rushed to the sky, causing everyone's pupils to shrink suddenly, as if falling into an ice cave.

"Is this person a demon cultivator? No, the demon energy on his body is clearly more terrifying than the demon clan!"

"He, he is actually a strong man who is almost in the domain!"

The monks were terrified, but they had nowhere to hide, they could only watch the finger fall.

"Boom!"

The earth-shattering roar resounded in the sky, the peak of Wunian Temple quickly cracked, countless smoke and dust filled the air, and only ruins remained on the collapsed ground full of cracks.

After a while, the smoke gradually dissipated.

I saw corpses strewn all over the ruins, except for the first Chang Hui, who was covered in blood and barely recovered his life by relying on the broken Dafan golden bell, no one survived in the whole Wunian Temple!

……

At the foot of the mountain, Gu Beiqiu and Lu Chen walked side by side, with expressions of gratitude on their faces: "Thank you, Fellow Daoist Lu, for pointing out the direction, but it's a pity...we still couldn't catch that bald donkey in the end."

Lu Chen smiled and said: "It's okay, as long as you know that it was done by the Holy Land of Ten Thousand Buddhas, the Holy Son still has a chance if he wants to take back the map of the Emperor's Mausoleum."

Just now when he secretly followed the figure of the bald donkey, Gu Beiqiu happened to meet Lu Chen on the road.

According to the direction pointed by Lu Chen, although he failed to catch up in the end, he found a cassock in a forest.

This cassock is enough to become evidence that it was indeed made by the Holy Land of Ten Thousand Buddhas.

Therefore, Gu Beiqiu was extremely grateful, and invited Lu Chen to go to Wunian Temple together, intending to pry some news from these evil monks.

At this moment, with a loud roar, he suddenly saw the situation on the top of the mountain.

"Someone has already taken the lead?"

"No, if they are all dead, where can I go to ask about that evil monk?"

Gu Beiqiu hastily shouted: "Fellow Daoist, please be merciful!"

There are still alive!

Lu Chen was also taken aback.

It seems that Ye Jin's attack is still not cruel enough, what if she gets cheated...

"Gu Daoyou, don't worry, I will pry his mouth open."

After finishing speaking, Lu Chen's figure flickered, and he picked up Chang Hui: "I can give you a chance to survive, but if you need me to ask any questions, you can answer them, understand?"

"you!"

Chang Hui stared angrily.

"Snapped!"

A loud slap instantly slapped his brain with a roar and shock, and he dared not refuse to accept it.

"I say……"

"Snapped!"

Lu Chen stared: "This seat has given you a chance, but you still haven't answered?"

Chang Hui: "???"

"You haven't asked yet, how can I..."

"Snapped!"

With another slap, Chang Hui's teeth and half of her tongue were broken on the spot.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuu!"

He desperately opened his eyes wide and wanted to say something, but because he lost half of his tongue, he couldn't utter a single word clearly.

"Why don't you tell me?"

"ten."

"Nine."

"one!"

"This seat has already given you the last chance. Since you are still stubborn, you can't blame me."

Lu Chen held Chang Hui's neck, and suddenly exerted force in his palm.

"Wow!"

Chang Hui moved her mouth desperately, her eyes were so wide that they were about to bleed.

"Crack!"

Until the moment his neck was broken, he still couldn't say the words that he wanted to curse countless times.

"Ask, what the hell do you want to ask, just ask!"

Chapter 126 Puzzled, Knocked Out On The Spot

"Fellow Daoist Lu, how can you be so hasty... hey!"

When Gu Beiqiu tried to stop him, it was already a step too late.

"This man is stubborn, even if he is saved, he can't ask anything." Lu Chen threw down Chang Hui's body, pretending to be helpless, and said: "It's really impossible... use the soul search method to search his soul." ?”

Gu Beiqiu sighed: "The souls of those who serve the Holy Land of Ten Thousand Buddhas will be restricted, and the method of searching for souls may be useless."

Although it was a bit regrettable, Gu Beiqiu did not continue to struggle because he had already obtained the cassock from the Holy Land of Ten Thousand Buddhas as evidence.

"I still need to report this matter to Jiange. Thank you fellow Daoist Lu for helping me find the cassock today. Elder Zhu and I will take our leave first."

Lu Chen nodded: "Then we will meet again by fate. There is also a disciple in this seat who is quite proficient in swordsmanship. If you meet him, you may be able to hit it off."

"Ok!"

Although Gu Beiqiu agreed humbly, he didn't take it seriously in his heart.

When it comes to the status of swordsmanship, the Northern Territory, and even the entire Dongxuan Continent, must be respected by the Yunxiao Sword Pavilion.