"What's going on with Mount Emei?"

"Is this for Lan Xiaosheng?"

"Didn't those monks not ask about the worldly things of the red dust?

The more and more dense the sound and frequency of the scriptures suddenly shocked all the warriors!

Even Hua Xiaotian couldn't help frowning.

Blame!

It's weird!

In the stunned eyes of many martial artists, when they returned to their senses and fixed their eyes, they had long since been able to capture Qin Fan's figure.

"Master Hua, what about people?" asked the middle-aged man behind Hua Xiaotian in shock.

"I don't know, let's go!"

Turning around, Hua Xiaotian said lightly, and walked slowly.

But the heart is full of waves.

In just a moment of distraction, even his sight lost Qin Fan's trace, and he couldn't even feel his breath.

In just a moment, the figure disappeared and there was no breath, could it be said that Qin Fan still had some reservations in this peak battle?

But this thought suddenly made him feel extremely crazy!

What does it mean that he can leave calmly after slashing and slashing the Transformation Realm Dacheng, and he can't even capture and feel the aura of his figure?

Qin Fan broke through the transformation realm and stepped into the strength?

Lose your marbles!

How is this possible!

He Hua Xiaotian is known as the strongest person in China, and now he has been staying at the threshold of the transformation realm for four years, and he has never been able to enter the realm of the peak of the transformation realm, let alone the strength above the transformation realm, and Qin Fan is a teenager, less than twenty years old to enter the gang?

It's absolutely impossible!

Thinking of this, the solemnity on his face deepened even more, and his brows twisted into a ball like never before, and even he didn't notice his gaffe!

Let's talk about that end.

The chanting continued.

Qin Fan, who suddenly disappeared from everyone's sight, staggered and reached out and grabbed a green bamboo, and even cold sweat broke out on his face!

Although Yihai became clear in the sound of the scriptures, it couldn't change the weakness of the body that almost drained the true element!

"Fortunately, Lan Xiaosheng is only a master of the transformation realm, otherwise if he advances to another level, the consequences will be unimaginable!" Leaning on the green bamboo, Qin Fan muttered with palpitations.

I thought that it would be easy to break through the middle stage of foundation building and want to kill a transformation realm grandmaster, but I didn't expect Lan Xiaosheng's successive supernatural powers to make him almost exhaust the true yuan before he completed the slashing, if it wasn't for the fact that he had just broken through the middle stage of foundation building before this, would the seventh form of the Earth Demon come out?

Can't use the Heavenly Demon Holy Hand to suppress Lan Xiaosheng's internal strength?

can't suppress Lan Xiaosheng's internal strength, can he finally complete the slashing of Lan Xiaosheng first?

Thinking of this series of logic, Qin Fan exhaled a deep breath of turbidity!

A master of the Transformation Realm makes himself so embarrassed, what about the peak of the Transformation Realm, the realm above the Transformation Realm?

Suddenly, Qin Fan felt an inexplicable sense of crisis!

"Amitabha!"

Just when Qin Fan was recovering his strength through the Lang Lang Sutra.

A sound of Amitabha Buddha rose from behind him in the distance!

Swish-!

Qin Fan subconsciously turned his head.

I saw a white-eyed old monk holding a wooden fish and beating it while walking towards him.

Behind him, eight monks followed with expressionless faces!

"Borrow your place and take a break, and leave immediately!"

Qin Fan weakly stretched out one hand and performed an ordinary Buddha salute, Dao.

"Amitabha, donor, I'm here for you! The sound of the scriptures is also for you!" the white-eyed old monk smiled slightly.

"What do you mean?" a look of vigilance immediately arises, Qin Fan said.

"Donor, do you know that there has never been a sunset Buddha in the history of the Golden Dome?" said the old monk.

"Something to say directly!" Qin Fan looked at him and said with a straight face.

"Retreat!"

The white-eyed old monk smiled meaningfully and slowly, then turned around and waved to the eight monks behind him.

"Yes!" the eight monks saluted respectfully, and then quickly left in this quiet and elegant bamboo forest.

After the figures of the eight monks disappeared, the white-eyed old monk opened his lips.

It's just that at this moment, he became extremely solemn in his demeanor.

Looking at Qin Fan, he said, "Seventy years ago, the Dongying people invaded Huaxia Shenzhou, on the seventh day of the seventh month of the seventh month, the Japanese invaders gathered in this Emei Mountain, when they climbed the mountain to destroy the Golden Dome Divine Buddha, the gods and Buddhas bloomed with the light of the Buddha of the sunset, and the phantom of the Buddha's body rose to the sky, and a whole squadron of Japanese Kou died mysteriously in the light of the Buddha! It was night, the light of the Buddha reappeared, and one hundred and ten monks sincerely knelt down to thank the true Buddha for the manifestation and protection, and I was one of them! Bring a son into the elephant bathing pond for three days! Donor, the light of the Buddha at sunset has reappeared today, and you are the first person in the red dust I have met, I am afraid that this is the fate of the Heavenly Dao! I wonder if the donor can follow me to the elephant washing pond to fulfill the dream of the true Buddha?"

True Buddha dreams?

Bathing in the elephant pool for three days?

Hearing these strange words, Qin Fan couldn't help but shake his eyelids.

Then he said, "What are you reciting?"

"The scriptures are nameless, they are recorded for the true Buddha's dream to me, and they are only recited for the day of the sunset Buddha!" the old monk frowned, bowed and stood in front of him with one hand.

"Okay, I'll go with you!"

After thinking about it in one breath, Qin Fan immediately responded.

"Thank you, donor!"

The old monk saluted again and said, "Donor, please come with me and go to the elephant washing pool!"

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Lan Xiao is alive and dead!

In the sea of clouds on the golden summit of Mount Emei, he was slashed by a sword of phantom water!

This news centered on the golden summit of Mount Emei, and suddenly spread like a hurricane and swept across the entire martial arts world, and soon, the news rushed out of Huaxia Shenzhou and soared to all the Chinese circles in the world.

After all, Lan Xiaosheng, whose fame had shocked the entire Chinese martial arts world more than 20 years ago, was no stranger to the Chinese circle all over the world, and in the twenty-five years since he left Huaxia, almost the whole world has left the mark of the Huaxia Grandmaster.

Kill the Onmyoji.

Cut the Siberian werewolf.

Tu Yingji's blood-sucking clan.

Destroy the American Genetic Alien.

In those twenty-five years, Lan Xiaosheng's name was not unpopular!

But now he is dying at the golden top of Mount Emei in China?

A generation of domineering grandmasters loyal to a young man who is less than twenty years old?

Surprised.

It shook.

It boiled.

The word Qin Fan suddenly entered the world of countless people!

At a time when the whole world was stunned by this disappearance, it was impossible to believe it.

Huaxia Jiangzhou.

"No news yet?"

The Ye family's mansion, Ye Congjun, Ye Jizu, Ma Yunbin, Lai Zhuge and Ye Xuan all gathered together.

Lai Zhuge who kept pacing back and forth looked at Ye Jizu Dao.

"No! It's always a reminder that you are not in the service area!" Ye Jizu frowned.

"Lao Ye, what happened at that time? Say it again!" Ma Yunbin said anxiously.

Regarding the situation at that time, Ye Jizu had already said it no less than eight times.

At the moment, facing Ma Yunbin's words, he no longer ignored them.

"Forget it, don't worry about this problem! Since Qin Xiaoyou doesn't want us to find it, it's only his thoughts! We just need to wait for him to return!" Ye Congjun stood up from the Taishi chair and said with a straight face.

Suddenly disappeared from the sight of countless martial artists, and then was silent for three whole days, such a strange Rao was that even Ye Congjun couldn't think of a reason.

(End of chapter)