Chapter 2834

"Amitabha."

At the moment of the stalemate between the two sides, a magnificent voice spread thousands of miles around the hanging temple.

You who were originally ferocious.

When he heard the Buddha's name, he was as meek as a sheep and stood respectfully on one side with compassion on his face.

Other monks, even ordinary people, have a face of reverence and awe like seeing God.

Zhao Fang disdained to sneer: "Buddhism is really hypocritical. He likes to play with these small means of bewitching people."

He looked up.

Then he saw an old monk wearing brocade LAN cassock with ethereal breath and walked out slowly.

He walks slowly.

But with one step, the whole person will be hundreds of feet away.

After a few steps, he came to the first seat.

"I've seen the abbot."

You are the first to salute.

The old monk, known as the abbot, nodded calmly, and his eyes fell on Zhao Fang. He was very peaceful.

But Zhao Fang was acutely aware that when the old monk swept to the Tianlong sword, his eyes flashed a trace of greed.

"Oh, bald donkey!"

Zhao Fang sneered at himself.

At the same time, I'm also looking at the first strong man of Xuankong Temple.

Yes, the old monk is the one with the strongest cultivation in his perception.

"Amitabha, benefactor is so aggressive, but I have done something wrong to you in Xuankong Temple?"

The old monk asked.

"You're a ghost lamp?" Zhao Fang didn't bother to ink with him and went straight to the subject.

"It's me." abbot Mingdeng nodded.

"It's just you. I ask you, where is Nezha?"

"Nezha?" the dark lamp's eyes flashed and seemed surprised: "what is the relationship between benefactor and Nezha, and who is benefactor?"

"Who am I? You're not qualified to know. I just ask you, where's Nezha?" Zhao Fang was arrogant.

"Arrogance!"

"Who do you think you are?"

"Just the four immortals, how dare you put on a show in front of the seven immortals?"

The other first seats all wore sneers.

Zhao Fang stood still, but looked at the dark lamp indifferently.

The more he is.

The more the ghost lamp is, the more uncertain Zhao Fang is.

After knowing his accomplishments, he is still so presumptuous. This person either depends on him or is an idiot.

Without Tianlong sword, he would think Zhao Fang was the latter, but now

"Nezha is a registered disciple of our Xuankong Temple. He violates the rules of our temple and is being punished in the commandment hall." Mingdeng said calmly.

"Monks don't lie. You old bald donkey lies, but you don't even write a draft. Do you really think I'm a three-year-old child?"

On his way here, he killed many disciples of Xuankong Temple. Through soul searching, he knew the situation of that day.

"Nezha's business is in our temple. It has nothing to do with benefactor. Benefactor, you'd better go back and forth."

Ming Deng finished, and the other first seats were anxious.

Tianlong sword hasn't been captured yet. How can you let the other party go?

"Ha ha... Since that is the case, I will level your hanging temple. These have nothing to do with you. Go away."

With that, the Tianlong sword suddenly flew out and cut into the dark lamp in the air.

"Hum."

The dark lamp disdains to sneer.

Stretch out your palm freely and show the golden body of Buddhism. You want to directly grasp the Tianlong sword.

However.

When the palm of his hand came into contact with the Tianlong sword, Ming Deng's face suddenly changed. If he saw ghosts, he wanted to pull away his palm, but it was too late.

Pooh.

The palm blessed by the golden body is comparable to the ordinary Lingbao. It is like paper paste in front of the Tianlong sword and is easily cut off.

Blood in the air!

Kui's dark lamp reacts quickly. It crushes a relic to form a transparent air cover and pops open the Tianlong sword. Otherwise, the sword can easily split it in two.

however.

Although he escaped.

However, the powerful Qi generated by the collision between the Tianlong sword and the relic hood seriously injured all the seven heads around.

For a while.

The middle-level combat power of Xuankong Temple is completely paralyzed.

The two immortals and the five strong men who shrank in the hanging Temple seemed to notice something bad and rushed out one after another. They turned into two monks with pale beard and hair and a middle-aged face.

"Abbot!"

The two men held the unstable Ming Deng, who was shocked by the Tianlong sword. His face was slightly white, but he was swallowed by the sword Qi on the Ming Deng, and a trace of blood escaped from the corners of his mouth.

"What a strong fierce sword!"

The dark lamp stared at the Tianlong sword, and the greed in his eyes was not hidden.

When he first saw the sword, he felt extraordinary, but the cultivation of the person who used it was too weak, and the dark lamp didn't pay much attention to it.

But I didn't expect it.

Almost suffered a big loss.

"You can't control this sword. It can hurt both people and the Lord. Why don't you put it in front of the Buddha and warm the heart of the sword with the Dharma to remove the evil spirit?"

"You hypocritical old dogs need these sharp blades to kill them." Zhao Fang looked coldly, grabbed the handle of Tianlong sword, followed the sword, ran like thunder, and then cut the relic hood.

Bang.

The hood is not damaged.

However, a celestial triple head was shocked to death on the spot.

Zhao Fang's face was expressionless. He waved his sword again and cut three swords in succession.

The seven first seats were all killed.

Even the two immortals, the five strong ones, were seriously injured by the earthquake and fell to the ground.

The only one still standing was Ming Deng.

"Stop!"

Seeing Zhao Fang still wielding his sword, Ming Deng's eyelids jumped and hurriedly shouted, "don't you want to see Nezha? I'll take you!"

Zhao Fang stopped.

actually.

His immortal power had been hollowed out by the previous three swords, but now it was just a bluff.

Of course, even if there is no immortal power, the power of wielding a sword with the flesh can not be underestimated.

The dark lamp looked and turned into the heads of cold corpses. The meat was very painful.

This is the inside information of Xuankong Temple, which has accumulated for thousands of years. Today, it was killed by Zhao Fang's three swords.

"What are you looking at? Don't hurry up!" Zhao Fang urged.

The ghost lamp falsely announced the Buddha's horn, turned and walked towards a Buddhist hall.

Zhao Fang followed with a sword.

Monks and ordinary people in the hanging temple were shocked when they saw this scene.

I thought that the last time Nezha entered the hanging temple, it was rare in the world.

But I didn't expect it.

Today, a guy even fiercer than Nezha came. He killed all the first seats after a few simple moves.

You know.

Even if Nezha shot that day, he didn't have such a terrible power.

Zhao Fang followed the Ming lamp into the Buddhist hall.

The hall is empty.

Therefore, the jade bottle placed on the incense table is particularly conspicuous.

Zhao Fang locked the jade bottle at a glance. At the same time, he noticed the soul shadow in the jade bottle.

"Old bald donkey, you've done a lot of evil. I'll kill you sooner or later!"

Cried the soul shadow.

Zhao Fang's body was shocked and his eyes showed nostalgia.

What a familiar voice.

Nezha?

Zhao Fang didn't notice that Ming Deng had been observing the change of his expression. Seeing this, the soles of his feet stepped on the ground fiercely.

The ground cracked a hole and swallowed the dark lamp directly.

Then.

The gate of the Buddha Hall is closed.

An invisible array was formed and enveloped inside and outside the Buddha Hall. At that moment, Zhao Fang felt that he was separated by the outside world and was in this cage.

"Paint a snake and add feet."

Zhao Fang sneered and ignored it. His focus at the moment was only the jade bottle.