"Wow!"

Under the silver moonlight, the eighteen gray monk long sticks looked unpretentious and struck forward at the same time, and Chen Fan realized that the eighteen powers were superimposed, far exceeding the sum of the forces of the eighteen people, giving people a sense of being difficult to resist.

Chen Fan naturally wouldn't waste much time with these monks, his figure flashed, leaving an afterimage on the spot, and the figure disappeared.

Eighteen long sticks pierced through the afterimage and fell into the void.

The eighteen monks did not panic, but changed their direction in pairs, each reversed the situation with one move, attacked in an orderly manner, and integrated attack and defense!

The eighteen Arhat formations are really wonderful.

But Chen Fan, regardless of his vision or strength, has already transcended such worldly battles, his figure ran between the monks, and finally merged into one, his feet were steady, and he was already stepping on the hundredth step of the ladder.

The eighteen monks had just folded into an arhat wall, and the monk at the highest point suddenly noticed something unusual in his neck, and when he reached out and touched it, there was a drop of blood on his fingertips.

His gaze swept over the monks under his feet, and so did every monk.

"Amitabha!"

The gray monk withdrew his gesture and bowed to Chen Fan, showing surprise and reverence for Chen Fan's subordinates.

"Thank you for your mercy. ”

......

Chen Fan returned the salute, he was not a person who loved to kill, and, with his eyesight, it could naturally be seen that these monks were resident monks of Jinguang Temple, and they were probably persecuted by the Buddhist women of Dayin Temple.

Chen Fan stepped on his feet and stepped into the door of the incense hall.

The ancient bells became a little more urgent than just now, and the thick bells echoed in the temple, and the sound was continuous, and when ingested into the ears, it would make people feel violent and murderous.

But this level of confusion Zhongyin can simply be ignored for Chen Fan.

Two bronze monks one holds a bell mallet, one holds a giant bell, and the copper-colored arms are engraved with 'swastika' and 'sound', obviously the master of the Yinmen Dayin Temple.

Chen Fan's consciousness swept and his eyes narrowed.

The eyes of the two bronze monks were like electricity, and their eyes and faces were tattooed into gold and silver, and the bronze monk holding the bell hammer gestured to pinch, and the bell hammer buzzed, flooding with golden light, turning into a heavy hammer.

Without saying a word, he jumped down from the top of the clock tower and smashed towards Chen Fan's Heavenly Spirit Gai.

Before the bronze monk arrived, there was a palpitating wind from the golden hammer in his hand, and under the compression of the air, there was a dull sound of breaking the sky.

The bronze monk's arm clicked, and it swelled again, the green tendons bulged, and mysterious golden runes appeared on the strong muscles.

Chen Fan's expression froze, and his face showed a touch of solemnity, because the other party's hammer contained some kind of special qi, which actually compressed the air around him, making it difficult for him to use a strange body technique, even if he used it, I am afraid that it was not half the usual speed, thinking that when dealing with the eighteen gray monks, the two bronze monks made corresponding countermeasures according to Chen Fan's movements.

Breaking through ten thousand laws with force, the bronze monk is obviously fierce and intends to smash Chen Fan into a meatloaf!

Chen Fan's expression was slightly cold, he stood still, his right hand was raised, his body sank slightly, and an invisible barrier was formed in his palm, and he slapped it upwards!

Chen Fan, who has practiced the Six Forging Body Technique, is so strong in body and strength!!

His arms didn't get thicker, just a casual move.

The compressed air once again made a muffled sound.

Boom!

The bronze monk's giant hammer was difficult to take the next step, and the whole person looked as if he was being held up in the air by Chen Fan.

After a short stalemate, a terrifying power fluctuation broke out, and the bronze monk holding the bell had silver lines on his forehead, holding the bell in his left hand, and slapping the bell body with his right hand!

Boom!!

The ancient bells rang like thunder!

Chen Fan only felt a tingling pain in his eardrums, a shaking of the Shenhai, and a trace of deflation appeared in an instant with the strength of the lift, and the golden hammer bronze monk roared, and the runes on the golden hammer surged, turning into a huge golden hammer, and smashed down on the head.

But at this moment, a strange sound came out.

In the next second, the purple veins on the golden hammer were entangled, and the golden hammer let out a wail, shrinking dozens of times out of thin air, turning into the original size of the bell hammer, not only that, but the purple thunder and lightning were transmitted from the bell hammer to the bronze monk's arm.

The bronze monk's face twisted, and his muscles twitched.

"Phew!"

The rune on the bronze monk's arm emitted a dazzling light, and finally blocked the purple thunder power, and the whole person flew out upside down, hitting the bell tower, the golden lines in the corners of his eyes instantly dimmed, and said in an unbelievable tone: "Be careful, it's Tiangang Divine Thunder!"

When the monk holding the giant bell heard this, there was a trace of shock in his eyes, but then he showed suspicion, and he hugged the bell with both hands and rubbed it, and the giant bell buzzed loudly, heading towards Chen Fan's head.

Chen Fan glanced at the terrifying power contained in the ancient bell, and his figure flashed, leaving an afterimage on the spot.

But at this moment, countless mysterious silver tadpole runes escaped from the giant bell, forming a square array of the sky, and under the surging silver tadpoles, Chen Fan's true body was revealed.

"Go!"

The bronze monk's body hangs upside down, his feet are facing up, his head is facing down, and the ancient bell is whistling with the bell on his head, covering it like a mountain.

Chen Fan only felt that his body stiffened, and the moment his eyes were covered by the bell, his fingers surged with light, and a silver light appeared.

The monk holding the hammer did not notice this subtle scene, his face was overjoyed, the hammer in his hand became larger again, he climbed the tower, and smashed his head.

Before the golden hammer smashed on the ancient bell, a thunderclap was heard.

Click!

A silver light broke through the sky from the ancient bell, and a silver gap appeared in the tough bell wall.

The silver glow became extremely dazzling.

Swish!

The golden sledgehammer split in two, and the ancient bell made a tooth-sore sound, splitting to both sides.

The bronze monk holding the hammer couldn't react in time, and his eyebrows were pierced by the silver light!

Burst!

Blood was in the air, staining the face of another bronze monk red, and he was stunned on the ground, as if he couldn't believe that such a huge bell was actually split into two from the inside!

"Evil guts!"

The bronze monk wrapped his hands in front of him, and a string of Buddhist beads presented a ring magnified out of thin air!

At this moment, a silver light penetrated the hole in the middle of the Buddha beads and emerged from behind the bronze monk.

Chen Fan's figure steadied, and a drop of red blood from the Shenyue scimitar fell to the ground.

Both monks fell to the ground!

The bell is broken and the hammer is broken.

Chen Fan wiped the blade with his fingers, and the silver light was even more abundant, and the blood was as red as ink.

The wind rises on the ground!

On the white stone railing of the Daxiong Treasure Hall, the scripture canvas was flooded with a burst of yellow light, and countless Sanskrit sounds seemed to be transmitted from the sky, directly capturing Chen Fan's soul.

But the corners of Chen Fan's mouth moved, and the six-character mantra came out silently.

An incredible scene appeared,

The scriptures on the countless prayer flags were instantly restored to their original state, and the sound of Brahmana van was faintly gone.

Poof!

Poof!

In the eight corners, each monk fell to the ground, still maintaining the posture of chanting, but their divine light was scattered and they died inexplicably.

In the hall of the Mahavira Treasure, the lotus platform under the seat of the Buddha is surging with light.

Shizune and Shizuka each glanced at each other, shocked in the depths of their pupils.

Especially Mute, in the morning, she was so rude that she picked up a life for nothing.

The Buddha's lips twitched slightly, and she waved the Zen robe on her arm, "Your guest is here, please come in." ”

"Yes. ”

Shizune and Shizuka stepped forward, opened the door of the Daxiong Treasure Hall, and clasped their hands together towards Chen Fan.

"Donor, the Buddha girl is invited. ”

Chen Fan put away the Shenyue scimitar, passed between the two Zen women, and passed by the two women.

His hand slapped twice on the Zen girl's buttocks, and his mouth was full of evil waves.

"Yes, it's pretty warped!"

(End of chapter)