Chapter 2837

"Do you want to transform me?"

Zhao Fang smiled: "with your small temple, I can't hold my big Buddha."

"And..."

His voice turned cold: "I hope these tujiwa dogs can capture me. Are you crazy?"

"Hum, you are too arrogant."

The dark lamp was cold, hum, the monk's robe waved, and more than 60 golden powder monks and slaves at the celestial level moved together.

Blink.

They surrounded the three floors outside Zhao Fangli.

Zhao Fang watched quietly and was shocked. More than 60 celestial immortals fought together. They were so powerful that they could almost kill the top celestial immortals.

Such details have long exceeded the boundary of Xiangang mainland power.

Even if it is placed in the immortal domain, it can be ranked on the number.

He didn't understand that the hanging temple had such a powerful force. Why didn't he capture the Xiangang continent?

Is it low-key?

Or are you afraid?

Without waiting for him to think about it, the first wave of attack has come like a storm.

The first one to kill Zhao Fang was a man with nine ring scars burning on his head, his arms as thick as adult thighs, his muscles as curly as King Kong.

This is obviously a strong person who is good at physical cultivation.

Behind him, there are six people side by side. They are all of the same physical cultivation. Their strength is only half a chip worse than that of the first person, which can not be underestimated.

"Come on. Let's see who's stronger."

Zhao Fang's eyes lit up the idea of war. If he killed all of the more than 60 immortal experience packs, how many levels can he upgrade?

When he roared, his body was half dragon.

The whole remains human, but a layer of dragon scale armor is born on the body surface.

Facing the fierce attack of the King Kong man, Zhao Fang didn't mean to retreat at all. Raising his hand was a sword.

The sword is as bright as a rainbow and as bright as the Milky way!

The King Kong man fought hard.

The Tianlong sword cut on him like a diamond, which immediately aroused brilliant sparks.

Although the skin is cut, it is not fatal.

Zhao Fang was surprised.

Although he didn't use all his strength, he was confident. If he continued with one sword, ordinary immortals couldn't carry it.

This cultivation is just an immortal five King Kong man. His flesh is so strong that he blocks his front sword. How can he not be surprised.

"Ha ha, are you surprised? In order to temper the flesh of these monks and slaves, they have almost consumed the ten thousand years of information of our hanging temple. Their cultivation is not high, but their flesh can rival the strong at their two levels!"

Abbot Mingdeng laughed proudly while watching.

"Not bad. It's an anti beating toy!"

Zhao Fang smiled. The attack suddenly increased. The blade absorbed the immortal power and doubled its edge. Sheng Sheng cut half of the man's body and cut off one of his arms.

But the price of doing so is——

Zhao Fang had no time to avoid the attack of the six people behind the King Kong man.

Bang Bang ~

Six attacks from different directions will do harm to Zhao Fang's body at the same time.

Zhao Fang stepped back five or six steps.

When the six were ready to launch the second wave of attack, the Tianlong sword swept through and directly cut off one person's head.

"It's amazing to fight at level two. I forgot to tell you that I'm a genius at level two!"

Zhao Fang grinned with white teeth, and his heart was cold when he looked at the dark lamp.

"Go, kill him for me!" the dark lamp screamed.

"I have no grudge against you. Everything is fate. If you really recover, you certainly don't want to become a tool in the hands of others. Come on, fight with me and I'll free you!

Zhao Fang laughed excitedly.

He looks like a dragon. He carries his sword into the kill array.

Surrounded by many immortals, Sheng Sheng killed seven in and seven out.

He doesn't defend at all. He does his best.

Even if this group is plated with gold powder, their flesh is obviously stronger than the strong ones at the same level. They can't resist the edge of Tianlong sword.

One by one fell under the Tianlong sword.

Abbot Mingdeng's face was livid, and he became more and more angry. He even had a trace of fear in his heart.

Zhao Fang is too strong.

Physical defense has almost reached the peak of immortals. Even if you stand and let the monks and slaves fight, no one can break his defense.

And the Tianlong sword in his hand is also the best of immortals.

The army of monks and slaves, on which he became famous, was shredded one by one in front of Zhao Fang.

"Damn it! Damn it..."

Every time he saw a monk and slave fall down, the dark lamp couldn't help roaring.

So far, he doesn't know how many damn words he said.

Seeing that the number of monks and slaves is getting smaller and smaller, the dark lamp is in a hurry.

This is the last details of the hanging temple and the biggest card that the hanging temple can be preserved.

Are you going to wipe out the whole army here?

The dark lamp cannot be tolerated!

It's hard to accept.

Once all the monks and slaves die, with Zhao Fang's cruel and cold heart, he will not let himself go. In order to hang the temple and save himself, we must think of other ways!

The dark lamp's eyes turned anxiously.

"Almsgiver, when is the time for retribution? My Buddha is merciful. As long as you stop now, I allow you to leave, and even allow you to take Nezha."

The dark lamp is soft.

I have to be soft. Zhao Fang's combat power is really terrible.

The crown is an immortal.

Even if he met, it was bad luck!

"Haven't you heard a word?"

Zhao Fang, who was killing in the crowd like nobody, heard a voice.

"It's easier to ask God than to send God. Today, I will never leave until the hanging temple is destroyed!"

After listening, Ming Deng's face was blue.

He has made concessions, but Zhao Fang is stubborn and continues to be his enemy.

"Damn boy."

Ming Deng gnawed his teeth, but he had nothing to do.

The cards are out, and there is no strength to fight.

incorrect!

Suddenly, the dark lamp's eyes flashed, and I still had an ace in my hand.

While thinking about it, he sent a message to an old monk.

The old monk took orders and left in a hurry.

Not much.

A pair of middle-aged men and women, as well as a woman with outstanding looks but dull eyes, were brought over.

"Master Ming Deng, you promised me that as long as I am willing to be arrested, I will never embarrass my wife and children. What are you going to do now?"

The middle-aged man shouted at the dark lamp.

"Benefactor Li Jing, I also want to let your family go, but some people don't want to let our hanging Temple go. If the hanging temple is doomed to be destroyed, I will take your family to be buried!"

The dark lamp Yin pity way.

"Tut Tut, what a shame!" Zhao Fang stopped the attack and mocked the Ming lamp.

But his eyes were fixed on the middle-aged man.

He was slightly interested in Li Jing, who was the father of Nezha, the mixed little demon king.

After a glance, he was lack of interest.

Li Jing is not much different from most celestial friars he has met.

"Xiaoyou, can you stop killing?" Li Jing begged and looked at Zhao Fang.

Zhao Fang frowned.

Before opening his mouth, the Buddha Hall behind him seemed to make a strange noise. Then, there was a thunder on the ground, and the dark clouds rolled across the sky. With the terrorist robbery clouds, it directly shrouded over the hanging temple.

The spread of terror, immortal robbery!