Huge black palms with howling winds.

'Bang!'

The brilliant sword was directly crushed on the spot by this terrifying black palm.

"This ......"

Seeing this scene, Shen Tufeng was almost gone.

The previous exclamation was to extract the life force of his whole body, who would have expected that he would not even be injured by the other party's fur, this kind of scene is really shocking. However, before he could react, the black giant palm was already like catching a mosquito, and it directly covered him tightly.

"Get the hell out of here!"

The old abbot grabbed his right hand, grabbed Shen Tu Feng from the void, and smashed it towards the ground.

"Smack!"

There was a muffled sound.

Shen Tufeng's bones were about to be smashed to pieces, and his body was full of cracks on the ground.

He still wanted to struggle, but more than a dozen Yin Demon Luo Qi stepped forward and directly stuck him on the ground one by one, nailing him to the ground.

"Old Devil Yang, you lied to me so miserably......"

Shen Tufeng hated the old abbot to death.

He didn't expect the other party to be so powerful, and he was not his opponent with all his strength. I couldn't escape if I wanted to, but I was arrested.

But what he hates more is Yang Mucheng, if it weren't for Yang Mucheng, he wouldn't have been deceived here.

"Yang Mucheng, don't struggle, just grab it!" The old abbot stretched out his hand and grabbed it, and the Blood God Sword fell into his palm. He glanced at the Blood God Sword, a trace of horror flashed in his eyes, and then he looked at Yang Mucheng and said loudly: "If you are willing to enter my Moluo Heavenly Elephant Temple and believe in my Great Moluo Holy Sect, I can spare you death." If you don't want to, I can only suppress you in the temple for the Great Demon Luo, so that you can't survive or die!"

"Old Devil Yang, let's catch it!"

"Do you think that if the abbot, the three Battle Demon Luo are not in the temple, you can be unscrupulous?"

"This is your Rashomon, after you enter, don't think about leaving!"

Suddenly.

The monks around that area were also in high spirits.

"Emperor Yang!"

Ashenu clenched the jade spear, his face full of vigilance.

"You're not the opponent of this bald donkey, I'd better kill him!" Yang Mucheng shook his head and motioned to Ah Xiannu not to interfere.

"Just because you have the ability to say such things?" a lecturing hall elder stared at Yang Mucheng and said coldly. "The old abbot has been seriously injured, and it is easy to kill you. Old Demon Yang, you deceived me that there is no one in the Demon Luo Tianxiang Temple, and today is the time for you to pay the price. As long as the old abbot makes a move, he will be able to kill you!"

"How can you interject?"

Yang Mucheng raised his eyebrows and waved his sleeves away.

Whether you have the strength or not, you will know when you shoot.

Previously, Shen Tufeng borrowed the Blood God Knife to cut the strongest knife in his life, and in the eyes of everyone, not to mention dividing the gold and breaking the jade, it was more than enough to cut the entire Moluo Tianxiang Temple into two. But Yang Mucheng's sleeve was waved, and the power was only stronger than Shen Tufeng's knife, and everyone present only felt the power of overturning the river and the sea.

"Boom!"

This internal energy burst out, and it was obviously invisible. But the power was too great, and it swept out on the spot, shattering the stone slabs on the ground inch by inch. The shattered cracks, mixed with dust, looked like a surging tide from a distance, as if it was about to tear everything that existed apart.

"Boom!"

The old monk who spoke, in the face of this force, the monk's robe was blown on the spot and churned.

He stepped forward and pulled out the long knife at his waist, bringing out a brilliant sword. The monks present only felt that there was a flower in front of them, and the old monk's knife was slashed out, as if the golden crow was falling, and the thunder was all over the hall, and the twisted knife flew rapidly, turning into a white refining and slashing out, and it was slashed on this force.

"Bang!"

It was like thunder.

The old monk slashed quickly, but it actually smashed the attacking force, only to hear the sound of 'bang', and the rolling dust like a tide also scattered in all directions.

"Wow~"

But the old monk's body trembled, spit out a mouthful of blood, and he took a few steps back, and the knife in his hand was broken. He trembled his hands, his hands cracked, blood flowed down the hilt, and he was staring at Yang Mucheng with an incredible face at this moment, his face full of shock.

Hiss!

When everyone saw this scene, they only felt their scalps tingle.

This old monk who ridiculed Yang Mucheng was called Zhou Jidao, who cultivated in the early stage of Shinto, and was one of the more powerful people in the Blood Demon Luo. Although he blocked Yang Mucheng's random blow, he looked like he was afraid that the muscles and bones of his arms had been broken, so he didn't want to do it again in a short time.

"Hey, you survived?"

Yang Mucheng raised his eyebrows, slightly surprised. Immediately, though, he shook his head.

"You don't have this strength, and you dare to be presumptuous in front of me. You tried your best to block my blow, I wonder what will happen to you next?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Mucheng punched away.

When this punch was struck, the air became stagnant, and the space trembled even more violently! Yang Mucheng's punch was originally formless, but the dust around him surged, and his fist print blasted out, which actually brought a cannonball through the dust-like trajectory, and the energy blasted out, and it brought up a deep ravine.

"Too strong......"

A trace of despair flashed in Zhou Jidao's eyes.

He only knew that Yang Mucheng was powerful, but he didn't know how powerful he was. It's like you know how high the mountain is, and only after you go to see it in person can you know how majestic and unclimbable the mountain is. Now when Zhou Jidao faces Yang Mucheng, this is how he feels. He only felt regretful, if he was given another chance, even if he was given another eight dares, he would not dare to interject.

Shen Tufeng's face was also full of shock.

He originally thought that as soon as the old abbot appeared, Yang Mucheng would be like a chick, and he would be obediently subdued on the spot. But where could he have thought that Yang Mucheng would be so bold, in front of the old abbot, treat the other party as air, and still kill the monks of the Moluo Tianxiang Temple.

"Old Demon Yang, the old man is here, you still dare to commit murder in public, you can't help but take our Moluo Heavenly Elephant Temple in your eyes, right?"

The old abbot coughed lightly, interrupting everyone's astonishment.

Saw.

His wizened right hand was also folded, and his mummy-like body was pulled in a straight line from head to toe. The originally weak and dying aura was suddenly raised at this moment, and the whole person no longer looked like the sick and dying old man before, but like a powerful existence that dared to provoke Jin Lieyang back then.

Rumble!

In the next moment, the old abbot smashed out with a punch, and the air crackled, and the originally stagnant space was beaten back to normal at this moment.

"Bang!"

A crackling sound that was even more terrifying than before resounded, and Yang Mucheng's attack was intercepted again.

In the dust of the sky, the old abbot folded his hands, although he still had a sallow face, but there was an uncontrollable pride in his pupils.

"Old Demon Yang!"

"As long as there is an old man, you don't want to kill any of us in the Moluo Celestial Elephant Temple!"

(End of chapter)