The three of them touched each other with their west palms.
The two monks of the old Buddhist temple thought this was an evenly matched duel.
However, the results were unexpected.
The pair of palms glowing with yellow copper light were devastating, defeating their two peerless magical powers.
Wang Yi pressed his palms on the hearts of the two old monks in the old Buddhist temple!
Bang bang!
The clothes of the two old monks exploded on their backs.
"Amitabha, the donor is so handsome!"
The two old monks praised him.
Before they died, they understood one thing: monks should not interfere in worldly affairs.
A monk should look like a monk.
However, they woke up too late.
Three old monks, gah!
Wang Yi looked at the forbidden area in front of the old Buddhist temple and said, "Come out!"
call!
A young monk wearing simple robes appeared.
"Amitabha, donor, do you really want to destroy this Ten Thousand Years Pagoda?"
Wang Yi looked at the young monk and discovered a secret.
The young monk in front of me has practiced the Blood Demon Sutra.
That faint blood energy could not escape his discernment.
But he still couldn't tell what kind of cultivation this young monk had.
And he looks young, but those eyes cannot be deceiving, they have gone through countless years.
Thousands of years.
Or how long!
"Baocha is just a filthy place!" Wang Yi said softly.
The young monk was not angry, and he stopped talking nonsense, "If you leave, I will not pursue what happened today. Otherwise, even if you practice the ten ancient magical arts, I will kill you!"
The young monk was not sure.
If he was sure, he would take action as soon as possible to kill the Chinese Pavilion Master in front of him.
Wang Yi smiled calmly, used Qing Kung Fu, and turned into a puff of smoke, appearing in front of the young monk.
He punched the young monk in the face.
The young monk snorted coldly, holding his palm forward.
The golden palm faced Wang Yi's fist.
boom!
There were no earth-shattering explosions, only terrifying forces confronting them.
Nine breaths.
Buzz!
In an instant, with the fist and palm as the center, a vast force spread in all directions to the west.
This vast force swept across all directions.
On the mountains on both sides of the valley, stones were shattered silently.
When the wind blows, the stone turns into powder and flies in the wind!
Terrible, extremely terrible.
The people in the front yard of the old Buddhist temple had no idea about the terrible decisive battle that took place in the forbidden area behind the mountain.
The young monk's eyes were horrified. He thought that with his nine thousand years of skill, he could defeat the rumored master of the Chinese Pavilion.
Unexpectedly, the opponent's strength was too terrifying.
That terrifying amount of energy far exceeded his attained Buddha's golden body.
"you......"
Before the young monk could speak, huge waves of energy swept toward his palm.
He couldn't get away.
Once he chooses to escape, he will definitely be hit by this sky-shattering power.
It was not simply injured, but the physical body was destroyed.
As a deity, even if the physical body is destroyed, the soul can still take over the body.
He will not seize the bodies of others. His physical body is not comparable to those of the corrupt gods. His physical body has become a golden body. Even if he cannot ascend to become an Arhat, he can still live for tens of thousands of years.
The physical body cannot be destroyed.
"Fudo Ming King, the world is turning around!"
The young monk took action with all his strength, mobilized his original energy, and performed Buddhism's peerless defense skill, the Fudo Ming King Kung Fu!
This is a magical defensive skill that is comparable to the Zhangliu Golden Body.
In an instant, the young monk transformed into a golden Buddha.
Wang Yi sneered, "Even if the Buddha descends to earth, this pavilion master will chop him into pieces!"
"Crazy, let's see what you can do to me!" The young monk insisted on cultivating the Immovable King and despised Wang Yi.
Contempt turned to contempt, the young monk was still worried.
As long as he finds an opportunity, he must escape and go to Landa Temple.
Landa Temple is where he became a monk.
He came out of Landa Temple and built an old Buddhist temple here.
Behind this, the support of Landa Temple is indispensable.
Landa Temple also comes from the upper world and is not comparable to that of ordinary sects.
"Yuanshen Golden Bell, come out!"
call!
Wang Yi used a sixteen-layer golden bell.
In an instant, a golden light appeared above Wang Yi's head.
It was a golden bell, and a human face appeared in the golden bell.
Wang Yi's face.
His soul is not as fragile as others.
When he opens the first heavenly gate, he can leave his body and attack other powerful people.
"What, you are just a first-level heavenly being, why are you so powerful?" The young monk couldn't believe it.
When he was a first-level celestial being, he only had one-fifth of Wang Yi's strength, and his magical powers were even less than half of Wang Yi's.
The young monk wanted to take back some of his power to resist Wang Yi's attack from the soul.
It’s hard to look at the beginning and the end.
boom!
Wang Yi pressed his palm on the young monk's abdomen.
The young monk spit out a mouthful of blood and subconsciously mobilized his energy to resist Wang Yi's palm.
And Wang Yi Yuan Shen Jin Zhong broke open the Fudo Ming King and smashed the young monk's head.
A transparent blood-red figure escaped.
"It is indeed the Blood Demon Scripture, die!"
The golden bell of the soul escaped into the air and hit the transparent shadow in an instant.
The founder of the old Buddhist temple died!
【Congratulations to the host for destroying the old Buddhist temple and rewarding 70,000 martial arts points】
Killing the old one means destroying the old Buddhist temple.
Those little fish and shrimps outside can't make waves.
Wang Yi walked towards the Main Hall.
In the Main Hall, the battle is fierce.
Wang Ye, Pang Long, Pang Guang, and Twenty-eight Stars are dueling with the Demon-Suppressing Vajra Formation of the Old Buddhist Temple.
"Amitabha, you can't break the Demon-Suppressing Diamond Formation. Retreat, otherwise, if I, the master of the old Buddhist temple, take action, you will only die." The abbot of the old Buddhist temple looked compassionate, like a Bodhisattva rescuing the suffering.
Wang Ye snorted coldly, "Pang Long, Pang Guang, let's attack with all our strength and use formations to break his turtle shell!"
"good!"
Thirty-one people, using the Three Talents Formation and the Star Formation, gathered all their strength and waved the Heavenly Sword.
Thirty-one heavenly swords, the sword energy condensed together and turned into a nine hundred-foot heavenly sword.
The wind and clouds are rising, and the sun and moon are rising!
The moment the Nine Hundred Zhang Heavenly Sword appeared, all the great masters of the Old Buddhist Temple changed their colors.
They were frightened. This was the first time they had seen such terrifying sword energy.
"Go!" Wang Ye shouted.
The nine-hundred-foot sword energy, like a world-destroying sword, crashed towards the Demon-Suppressing Vajra Formation.
"No, hurry up..."
boom!
Nine hundred feet of sword energy fell suddenly.
In an instant, the demon-subduing Vajra formation in the old Buddhist temple was split open, and the seventy-two monks turned into blood mist.
The ground cracked.
Boom!
Smoke and dust rose, covering everything.
In the West, people watching the excitement stretched their necks.
"What a terrifying sword energy. I knew these people were not simple."
"Damn it, where did these super tough guys come from? They destroyed the old Buddhist temple!"
"Didn't you hear what the abbot of the old Buddhist temple said? These people are from China, and they are called the Zhonghua Pavilion Sect!"
"Shenzhou people are so fierce!"
"It's really fierce!"
"Don't talk. There is still Master Tianren in the old Buddhist temple. Once he appears, the people in Zhonghua Pavilion may not be able to resist him."
"Yes, yes, you can't talk nonsense, we are watching the excitement."
Jianghu people like to join in the fun.
At the moment when the old Buddhist temple was attacked, warriors from all directions in the west were coming towards this direction.
"Zhonghua Pavilion, you have gone too far to deceive others. I, the old Buddhist temple, and my ancestors can kill everyone in your Zhonghua Pavilion with just a few clicks." The abbot of the old Buddhist temple roared.
Gudong!
A head was thrown in front of the abbot of the old Buddhist temple from behind.
The moment the abbot of the old Buddhist temple saw the head, his heart stopped beating, "How is it possible, how is it possible, the ancestor is actually dead!"
After all, the abbot of the old Buddhist temple is someone who has seen big scenes. "There are even more powerful elders in my old Buddhist temple..."
Gudong!
Another head dropped.
"anything else?"
The abbot of the old Buddhist temple: "..."
