"Amitabha."

Hearing that voice, the old monk recited a Buddha prayer lightly, looked at the face that appeared in the distorted night sky, and said: "Back then, you cut off the spiritual vein of Buddhism and snatched the Bible of Buddhism, but I didn't expect that the monk and I had just arrived, so you set your eyes on the monk me again." ”

"Hahaha! Back then, you killed the only son of this seat, took away your Buddhist Bible, and destroyed your Buddhist spiritual vein? This seat will also destroy your Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple, so that the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple will never exist! ”

The fierce voice revealed a strong killing intent and coercion, and when his voice fell, it turned into a wind blade and attacked the old monk below.

"How many innocent women has your son harmed in order to practice magic skills? Even if I don't kill him, there will be other people who will kill him, and there is no place for him in this world! As soon as the old monk's voice came out, his hands flipped over, and a spiritual aura surged upward, dissolving the attacking attack.

"Old bald donkey! There are so many wicked people in this world, can you kill them? The roar in the sky was like thunder rolling, and the powerful air currents turned into attacks and attacked the old monk below, causing lightning to pass in the sky, and the wind howled, and suddenly, there seemed to be a big hand stretched out in the sky, like a big mountain towards the old monk below.

"Whew! Bang! ”

A powerful air flow whistled through the air, and with a loud bang, it slammed down on the place where the old monk was standing just now, and the force was so great that he struck out a palm print more than ten meters deep.

Because the ground was subsided, and it was close to the river, the water rushed downward, and soon gathered into a pool. Seeing the scene of the old monk rising in the air and fighting against that strong man in the night sky, Tang Ning couldn't help but mention in his heart, is such a powerful strength an immortal cultivator?

Here in the Xuanlong Kingdom, even if the Tang family is a noble family, the person who sits in the town only reaches the spirit master, even if you look at the entire Qingyun City, you can't find a strong person to build a foundation, but the giant face that appears in the sky seems to be nothing, but the attack is as deadly as a real hammer, she has no doubt that a strong man with such strength can instantly destroy the entire Xuanlong Kingdom with a single command!

"Poof!"

A huge palm print formed by the condensation of the air flow slapped down on the old monk's back at a speed that covered his ears, and I saw a mouthful of blood spurting out of his mouth, and the whole person fell from mid-air to the ground, falling into the pool of palm prints that poured into the river.

"Bang!"

The body smashed into the pool of palm prints, and a large splash of water was made. Seeing this scene, Tang Ning couldn't help but exclaim.

"Old monk!"

As soon as the voice under her instinctive exclamation came out, the palm wind that was about to hit the pool again suddenly stopped, as if she didn't expect that there were people around, and the face in the clouds turned into a pair of blood-colored eyes and scanned down, looking for the owner of the voice.

After Tang Ning exclaimed, Fang Jue unexpectedly saw that the face turned into a pair of blood-colored eyes looking for it, she immediately reached out and grabbed a handful of mud to wipe it off her face, and after taking a deep breath, she jumped out and jumped towards the palm print pool more than ten meters away.

"A little bald donkey!"

The blood-colored eyes in the sky, when they saw the bald figure below, sneered, and a cruel voice also came out: "Isn't it the apprentice of this old bald donkey?" Then I will send you master and apprentice to hell together! ”