The old man froze in the void.

He broke a pair of arms, which was not a serious injury for a Martial Emperor-level powerhouse.

But his face froze stiffly in the void, staring down blankly, seeing the fist-sized depressions on his body, densely packed, a wave of grief and despair rose in his eyes, and he roared angrily: "You...... So despicable, you suppressed the strength?"

Ding Hao just sneered and said nothing.

Too lazy to say anything more to him.

When he punched for the first time before, Ding Hao had already thoroughly tested the strength of the Yin Owl Old Man and confirmed that he did not hide the realm, so Ding Hao eliminated the plan to use the Rusty Sword or the Supreme Power in the Demon Knife.

However, in order to avoid the aftermath of the battle from destroying Wenjian Mountain or injuring others, Ding Hao suppressed his physical strength, making the old man mistakenly think that his strength was not much different from him, and then when he was defenseless, he suddenly broke out with all his strength, suddenly attacked, and succeeded in one blow.

At this time, all the vitality in the old man's body was destroyed by the terrifying fist power.

He no longer had the slightest power to resist.

I wanted to destroy the Sword Mountain or slaughter the disciples of the Sword Sect desperately, but I couldn't do it at all.

If you miscalculate one move, you will lose everything.

"Haha, hahahaha...... Okay, sure enough, it was the back waves of the Yangtze River pushing the front waves, and the old man underestimated the enemy," the old man laughed, "But, little guy, don't be complacent, the Sky Splitting Sword Sect is not your current strength, you can resist it, don't ignore the heritage of a super sect, haha!"

Laughter fell.

Bang bang!

The terrifying fist power finally broke out completely, and blood plasma erupted from the body of the Yin Owl Old Man, and in just an instant, this Martial Emperor-level sword cultivation powerhouse completely exploded into a puff of blood mist!

On the mountain of Qianjian, there was a cheer.

Ding Hao slowly fell to the ground, and countless people rushed over from all sides, frantically surrounding him.

The big picture has been.

"Hurry up and repair the sect and treat the wounded," Ding Hao looked up at Han Yangjian, who was nailed to the stone wall in the distance, and said, "Put him in the blood prison, and when Li Lan comes back, he will do it." ”

Speaking of this, Ding Hao's mood suddenly felt a little lost.

He looked up at the higher staircase area of Wenjian Mountain.

"Now, it's time to meet Tang Fo Tears!"

......

......

Thoughtless.

As the only Buddhist sect among the nine major sects in Selangor, this sect is a bit indisputable, and the number of people is not very large, but its strength cannot be underestimated, and it is supported by the Da Lei Yin Temple, the holy land of Buddhism in the Western Desert, no one dares to underestimate it.

At the beginning, he formed an alliance with the Wenjian Sect, and when the demons attacked Wenjian Mountain, the Wunian Sect also sent a helping hand.

It's a pity that half of the way was blocked by a mysterious force, and by the time they broke through, the war had already ended, and the Sword Sect had been destroyed, so it was useless, so they could only temporarily return to the sect.

Situated on the top of a perennially frozen snow-capped mountain in Selangor, the Wu Nian sect is isolated from the rest of the world.

The Great Snow Mountain is surrounded by a prairie alternating between summer and winter, where about millions of herdsmen live, blessed by the Wunian Sect, it can be regarded as a peace, looking at the Snow Mountain from the grassland, a white ice towers, inserted into the sky, the temple of the Wunian Sect is built on this Yunxiao Ice Peak.

A few days earlier, a vision had appeared.

All the herdsmen have seen that the Buddha's light on the top of the snow-capped mountain is shining, the golden rays cover the sky, the Sanskrit sound is chanting, and the holy light is layered, as if the Buddha's true body has descended, showing all kinds of miracles, the golden light spreads, and the grass and trees are luxuriant, the cattle and sheep are thriving, and the dark diseases and injuries of many herdsmen have disappeared in an instant......

Such strange signs appear and continue every morning.

The herdsmen who believed in the Buddha knelt on their knees and prayed.

The faith is more religious.

Wu Nian Cloud Ice Peak, above the largest main peak of the Wu Nian Sect.

The high-level leaders of the Wunian Sect all appeared in front of the Daxiong Treasure Hall, with incense and candles and bursts of sandalwood.

A faint scent wafts through the air.

The eyes of [Wunian Shenni] and others all fell on the two people.

One of them was about twenty years old, a handsome young monk in a robe, with a face like a crown of jade, his skin was particularly white, like a mutton fat jade carving, with a faint silver light, and his bald head was also extremely fair, with six vermilion ring marks on his head, and a faint halo of pale gold flickering behind his head, surging with a soft and powerful aura.

It can be seen that he is an extremely handsome young man, even if he has a shaved head, he still can't hide the elegant demeanor between his eyebrows, and his temperament is dusty, he is simply not like a mortal character.

It was a bit strange that such an extremely handsome young monk suddenly appeared in a sect composed entirely of nuns such as the Wunian School.

However, many of the Initiated Daoist leaders, including [Thoughtless Shenni], looked at him with reverence.

The young monk had one hand on top of a figure in front of him, and golden Sanskrit was dancing around his arm, as if to heal him.

After a while, the handsome monk withdrew his palm and slowly stood up.

"May I ask the Holy One, is he okay with this benefactor?" [Wu Nian Shenni] stepped forward and asked Shi Li.

The young monk stood on his chest with one palm and said with a smile: "Amitabha, it's not a big deal, it's just that he is haunted by demons, and he has experienced a special illusion, which has attracted more and more demons in his body, and I have temporarily suppressed his demons with [The Technique of Great Thunder Sound Moding], but the bell must be tied to the bell, and if he wants to recover completely, he still needs to defeat the demons himself, but the poor monk is powerless!"

[Wu Nian Shenni] nodded and said, "This is the best, there is a labor saint." ”

The young monk smiled and said: "The poor monk's name is the golden cicada, the gods and nuns, please call the poor monk's name, the two words of the sage, I dare not be ashamed!"

[Wu Nian Shenni] said: "Venerable Jin Chan came from the Great Lei Yin Temple in the West Desert, the Buddhist attainments are profound, the altar is opened every morning to preach, the Buddha's light shines, the poor nuns and other disciples have benefited a lot, and the word sage is well deserved. ”

The golden cicada was humble again and again, and [Wunian Shenni] called him by his name.

"I look at this son, his life is peculiar, yin and yang are chaotic, it is tied to a great opportunity, and I have a relationship with Buddhism, I don't know where he came from?" Jin Chanzi pointed to the figure that had been healed before, and asked curiously.

"His name is Li Lan, and he is the only son of Li Jianyi, the head of the Ask Sword Sect in Selangor," [Wu Nian Shenni] chanted a Buddha horn and sighed: "Yesterday, a herdsman found him unconscious in the wilderness at the bottom of the mountain, and it happened that a disciple in the door went down the mountain to turn into a fate, and just recognized his identity, so he brought it up the mountain, and now the Ask Sword Sect has been destroyed, and it is reported that [Yiyi Sword King] Li Jianyi has also fallen, this child can be regarded as the last root and seedling of the Sword Sect!"

"Amitabha. Jin Chanzi shook his head and sighed.

"I told the Great Lei Yin Temple before that the person who planted the two Buddha poems in the body of Allure and Miao Yin is named Ding Hao, who is also a disciple of the Sword Sect, and this Li Lan has a very good relationship with the senior brother, maybe because of this, Li Lan will be involved in the cause and effect of Buddhism, but unfortunately Allure and Miao Yin have not yet returned from the [Hundred Saints Battlefield], so let the Venerable Jin Cicada wait. ”

A brief introduction to [Wu Nian Shenni].

"I see. Jin Cicada nodded, thoughtful.

"Today's opening lecture has all ended, what is Venerable Jin Chan's next step? Is it to stay here for the time being, waiting for the return of Miaoyin and Allure, or ......" [Wu Nian Shenni] couldn't figure out the thoughts of this young monk for a while, after all, it was a monk from the Great Lei Yin Temple, although she was very young, but she didn't dare to slack off, in the Endless Continent, as long as the monks related to the Great Lei Yin Temple, they were all very high-status Beings.

"Why don't you go and ask the Sword Sect!" Jin Chanzi smiled slightly.

"Huh?" Wunian Shenni was stunned for a moment, "But the Sword Sect is ...... now"

"It doesn't matter, those two Buddha poems, all the sages of the Great Leiyin Temple heard it, and they all praised it, and they were all amazed, and it was absolutely extraordinary that ordinary people can make it, Ding Hao gave me a Buddhist disciple such two Buddha-like Buddha verses, which is equivalent to the conclusion of cause and effect, and it is a good fate, since it is difficult to ask the Sword Sect, I might as well help them, and it can be regarded as a change of favor, so what [Heaven Splitting Sword Sect], wanton and reckless, creating a gap within the human race, should also be punished. ”

Jin Chanzi smiled faintly.

He had a very strong tone, and he didn't take the [Heaven Splitting Sword Sect] in his eyes at all, as if this super sword cultivation sect in the Northern Sword Prefecture was not worth mentioning in his eyes.

[Wu Nian Shenni] and the others were not surprised in the slightest.

The Great Leiyin Temple is equivalent to the status of the [Xuanshuang Divine Palace] in the Northern Regions in the Western Desert, and it has a proud capital.

This time, if it weren't for the two amazing and brilliant Buddhist poems, the Great Leiyin Temple would not have sent someone to such a weak branch as the Wunian Sect, pinching his fingers, this is the first time in the past 500 years that a Daoist monk from the Daleiyin Temple has descended to the Dao Wunian Sect.

"It's fine. [Wunian Shenni] nodded, glanced at Li Lan, who was still in a strange state on the side, and said, "In that case, you might as well take Li Lan with you." ”

Jin Chanzi nodded, and was about to say something, when his face suddenly changed.

"What a strong power, strange sword intent power......" He stood on the top of the frozen clouds, as if two golden rays pierced out of his eyes, piercing the void, and sighed for a while: "I didn't expect that Selangor would actually crouch for Tiger, Hidden Dragon, someone has mastered such a pure sword intent power, it should not be underestimated, given time, it must be a master who shocks the world!"

[Wunian Shenni] looked at the golden cicada's gaze, and his heart couldn't help but move.

That direction is the direction of the Sword Sect.

Someone who can attract the attention of Venerable Jin Cicada must be a great person, since it is sword intent, then ...... Could it be Ding Hao? [Wunian Shenni] knew in his heart that at the beginning of the sect discussion conference, Ding Hao had indeed mastered the rudiments of sword intent.

Could it be that Ding Hao has returned to the sect?