Chapter 2832

"I told you what you want to know. What else do you want to do?"

Seeing Zhao Fang's murderous stare at himself, the evil Tibetan soul fight scared him out.

Zhao Fang stepped on the evil hidden head.

Then he slowly said, "naturally, killing!"

After that, the Tianlong sword came out of its scabbard and clanked around the Ye family, killing all the existence of the Ye family whose cultivation reached the level of Sanxian.

Immediately.

Step on the sword!

As for those women, he had no intention to care about them.

He is just a passer-by, not a Bodhisattva.

The rope that bound them has been untied. Whether they want to be reborn or not depends on their own creation.

Taking advantage of the wind and the sword, Zhao Fang went straight to the hanging temple.

He did not hide it at all. The combination of man and sword turned into a shocking sword rainbow, which cut through the slightly dark sky in the western continent and gradually approached the hanging temple.

Near the hanging temple.

There are more monks around.

Even, Zhao Fang pointed at the high-altitude flight.

Some monks who thought to themselves that they were strong in cultivation, tried to stop Zhao Fang one after another, because they liked Tianlong sword.

Although there is no special change in the sky dragon sword, it has amazing treasure, sharp blade and amazing speed. Naturally, it makes this group of monks with extremely poor living environment jealous.

In this regard.

Zhao Fang just slapped down.

All the invaders were shocked into flesh and mud in a moment!

He made every effort to repair the four immortals. Even the five immortals can't resist, let alone these monks who are not even fairyland.

Several shots in succession.

Then no one dared to stop.

So far.

He also went thousands of miles outside the hanging temple.

It can already be seen that there is a huge round pit on the horizon not far away.

Inside the pit, there are endless buildings with the symbol of Buddhism on them.

It's where the hanging temple is!

"Hanging temple, ah..." Zhao Fang smiled coldly.

Dive down.

Nine hundred miles near the hanging temple, a bell similar to a warning sounded in the temple.

The monks in the temple were surprised.

Just about to get ready to go out of the temple, the bell rang again.

Then there are three rings, four rings

The monks in the temple shook.

The strong men of the hanging temple in the past dynasties have laid a super array thousands of miles around the temple. Once they step into the temple thousands of miles, there will be a bell warning in the temple.

Once every hundred miles.

In other words, just this short moment, someone invaded the hanging Temple 500 miles away?

What an amazing speed?

It seems to be faster than the kid who killed the temple gate at the beginning.

"Come on, guard!"

The temple guard monk was the first to go out.

Form a square array to meet the incoming enemy in the air.

And before this moment.

In the main hall.

An old monk knocked on the wooden fish, and his turbid eyes swept to a jade bottle on the incense table of the Golden Buddha statue.

The jade vase is transparent as a whole. You can see it faintly. There seems to be a soul shadow inside.

"Evil, you can't accept it?" the wooden fish knocking by the old monk seemed to contain some kind of soul attack. Once it came out, there were bursts of sad screams in the jade bottle.

"Old bald donkey, you have the ability to destroy my form and spirit. Otherwise, I will level your hanging temple one day."

The soul in the jade bottle roared.

The voice is young, like a child.

"Hum, you are stubborn. You'd better obey obediently, otherwise, the old monk can't guarantee the safety of your parents and your sister."

The old monk smiled.

"Old bald donkey, I. day. Your family!"

During the standoff between the two sides, the old monk seemed to notice something. He turned his head fiercely and looked at the deep sky outside the hall.

Just then.

A clear bell sounded all over the hanging temple.

Naturally, it was also introduced into the old monk's ears.

"Another intruder?" the old monk frowned unconsciously and his eyes were full of evil spirit: "do you really think I'm a bully in Xuankong Temple? It seems that it's necessary to make an example!"

That said.

He didn't get up.

Xuankong Temple has been operating in the western continent for nearly ten thousand years. It is not said that the whole western continent is a Buddhist place with an iron bucket, but within a thousand miles, Xuankong Temple is the absolute master.

Anyone who wants to invade must pay a heavy price.

In addition to the soul shadow of the jade bottle in front of me

Thinking of the picture of this man entering the hanging Temple earlier, the old monk was surprised. Yan.

What surprised him was not his appearance, but his strength and talent.

How many years

He hasn't seen such a talented young man for many years.

Even more shocking.

This son looks young, but his fighting power is enormous. He almost flattened the whole hanging temple.

If he hadn't finally used the power of the hanging temple, I'm afraid he couldn't convince him.

Even so.

Finally, he was forced to death by taking advantage of the comfort of his parents and relatives.

"Kid, wouldn't it be better for you to be transformed by me? In this way, I can use your soul to repair the second part and live a new life!"

Staring at the soul shadow in the jade bottle, the old monk's eyes were full of greed.

"Old bald donkey, even if my form and spirit are destroyed, I won't make wedding clothes for you."

The soul in the jade bottle seemed to notice the old monk's gaze and said coldly.

The old monk's face sank and he was about to increase the soul attack of wooden fish.

Dong Dong ~

The bell kept ringing.

"How could someone break through the five hundred mile line in the blink of an eye? How could it be?"

He stood up fiercely and looked at the north with disbelief.

The bell hasn't stopped.

It rang again four times.

The old monk's heart shook, and the wooden fish in his hand fell unconscious.

"He's a hundred miles away from the hanging mountain? Who is he? He's so strong?"

And just then.

A little monk came to inform us.

"Abbot, a strong enemy is coming!"

"I killed all the monks protecting the temple hundreds of miles away. Now, it is approaching the hanging mountain. Many upper court mages have gone to stop it, but they are not the enemy of that man. I ask the abbot to take action."

Cried the little monk.

"Ha ha ~ Xuankong Temple, you have acted perversely over the years and finally returned with bad news."

The soul in the jade bottle laughed with pleasure.

The old monk looked gloomy. At this time, he couldn't care to pack up the soul shadow of the jade bottle and left with the little monk in a hurry.

"It's strange. I always feel a very familiar smell. I came to the hanging temple. Could it be that someone I know?"

After the old monk left, the soul shadow of the jade bottle suddenly murmured.

... underground cell of Xuankong Temple.

A middle-aged man with a straight face, with scattered hair and injuries all over, was pressed under a pillar.

In the cell next to him, countless wounded and disheveled practitioners were also detained.

Perhaps they had been imprisoned for too long and had lost hope in their hearts. They had no divine color in their eyes and were dead like dead people.

"No, I have to go out and save Nezha's mother and son."

The upright looking middle-aged man wanted to shake the column open.

The pillars radiate golden light, and the golden word "卍" appears, which looks like a mighty mountain. No matter how middle-aged people struggle, they can't move a bit.

"Li Jing, it's a waste of energy. The word" zhe "of the hanging temple can suppress the six immortals, but you can't get rid of it."

Seeing this, a practitioner who knew the middle-aged man shook his head and said.