In the blink of an eye, the silver wolf's pair of giant claws like bear's paws were already grasping at the shield.

"When!" There was an earth-shattering sound, and the silver wolf's body staggered backwards, and the shield only shook slightly, and then returned to its original state.

"Huh~" The silver wolf roared wildly, the silver light trembled all over his body, and his whole body actually swelled several times again, turning into a giant beast like a small mountain, its eyes showed a fierce light and pounced forward, and its claws waved left and right and slapped it towards the middle!

"Boom!"

The wolf's claws were released, the two golden bell shields were still unharmed, and the purple and gold robes exuded a faint Buddha light, as if the little sun was dazzling.

Everyone watching the battle from a distance was dumbfounded, the Demon Elder's roar was already a seventh-order spirit beast, and even the mid-Yuan Infant Cultivator would not dare to take it hard with all his strength, and the two little monks stood in place and let it attack!

I only heard a knocking sound on the field again, and the silver wolf's giant claws waved but couldn't break the golden bell shield, it seemed to be a little annoyed and angry, and suddenly its wings fanned violently, and its body size also became sharply smaller, but a few breaths became only half the size of before, like an ordinary little wolf, and at the same time, the single horn on the top of the silver wolf's head suddenly brightened!

A flash of silver light came!

"Dang!" There was another loud bang, and the silver light hit the shield of the thin monk who bore the brunt of it, although the shield of the golden bell was intact, the monk's body shook slightly, and he took two steps back to stabilize his body, and his face turned a little pale by this blow.

"Second Senior Brother, let's go around!" Seeing this scene, the fat monk turned his head again and said.

"Amitabha, let's go into the mountain!" the thin monk shook his head slowly, and walked towards the crowd in front of him!

Seeing this scene, Fu Mo Zhenren finally had a hint of discoloration on his face.

The talent of the roaring sky under the seat can be described as indestructible, especially good at breaking armor and shields, but they still haven't broken through the defense of this robe, it seems that the origin of these two little monks is not simple.

But I haven't heard of this basket temple at all, and I don't know which immortal mountain it is?

It is quite unwise to set up such a strong enemy for no reason, but if the Holy Land of the Sect is allowed to break in, it will not be a loss of face to spread it!

After thinking about it, many disciples behind him had already sacrificed many magic weapons and were ready to besiege the two of them.

"Stop!" Fu Demon Zhenren waved one hand, stopping everyone's movements.

I saw that his eyes were wandering and his face was thinking, and finally he slowly took out a wooden stick, the wooden staff became thinner at one end, thicker at the other, and the whole body was smooth, as if it had been played with for a long time.

"The little monk's courage is commendable, and the old man appreciates it very much! Why don't you like this, if the little monk can take the old man's demon pestle, the old man will let you go into the mountain?" he seemed to have made a decision, and said loudly.

"Is this really true?" the fat monk's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he asked.

"The old man is the elder of the Heavenly Sect, how can he be joking!?" replied in a loud voice.

"That little monk is here to pick up the blow of the real person!" the fat monk folded his hands and took a step forward.

"Real person please!"

After the fat monk finished speaking, his face turned pale, and he no longer had the same cringe expression as before, he pinched a Buddha seal with both hands, and when he opened his mouth again, there were lotus flowers spit out of his mouth with Sanskrit sounds!

As soon as the lotus flower came out, it hit the golden bell jar in front of him, and then it spread out, and then turned into a layer of light golden light curtain and stuck to the shield, so that the lotus flowers spit out from the fat monk's mouth, but in a moment, the golden light became thicker and thicker, as if a golden bell made of pure gold appeared in the field!

Seeing such a vision, the face of the real person of Fu Mo turned pale, and all the mana of his body poured into the Fu Demon Pestle in his hand, and he did not see any bells and whistles, he only raised the Fu Demon Pestle high!

A suffocating aura of power spreads through!

Feeling this powerful aura, the crowd retreated like a tide, and the white-faced man was secretly happy when he saw that the master finally performed his master's stunt.

"The master is already in the late Yuan Infant realm, and there are very few people in the world who can hardly catch the blow of the demon pestle. Under this pestle, the little monk is probably going to be wiped out!"

"Fu Demon Po!"

A huge wooden staff phantom appeared from the demon pestle, then disappeared in an instant, and when it reappeared, it had already landed on the golden bell jar!

"Boom-" There was a loud bang!

A visible sound wave spread in all directions.

The bell seemed to ring in everyone's heads, and many disciples with low realms could barely stabilize their bodies, and many disciples even held their heads and blocked their ears, and their whole bodies trembled to resist this invisible attack.

When everyone stabilized their minds, they found that there was only one figure left on the field, and the other fat monk was gone!

"What about people?"

"I should be dead!"

Everyone looked around, and some people even thought that the fat monk had been wiped out under the demon elder's demon pestle, and just as everyone was talking, a ball of golden light slowly floated up from under the cliff.

It was the fat monk, but at this moment, the golden bell jar around him had long disappeared, and he was scarred all over his body, only the purple and gold robe on his body was still intact, but it was also dim.

"Amitabha, this blow of the real person almost killed the little monk! Fortunately, the little monk had rough skin and thick flesh, and he barely blocked this move. The fat monk bared his teeth and grinned with a painful look, scratching his head with his hand from time to time, and no longer had the solemn look he had before.

"What a real person says counts?" he asked, patting his robe as he walked over to the thin monk.

"A person who can pick up the old man's three styles of subduing demons is naturally qualified to be a guest of the Heavenly Sect!" "Fumo Zhenren looked at the fat monk, on the surface, there were no waves, but in his heart he had already set off turbulent waves.

This Demon Suppression is the first move of the three Demon Suppression Styles, although it is not the strongest attack, but with the blessing of the Demon Suppression Pestle, even a monk of the same level is difficult to resist head-on.

Although he also left a little leeway, although the little monk in front of him seemed to be embarrassed, he didn't seem to be really hurt, which made him a little difficult to accept for a while.

However, it seems that the two little monks really have no malicious intentions, so it is better to invite them directly to take a walk, so that they can be regarded as befriending the teachers behind the two!

"But.... The old man heard that you have received the magic weapons of the apprentices, this is not what the guests should do!" Fu Demon Zhenren glanced at the cloth bag on the fat monk's waist.

"The real man is reasonable, the little monk has overstepped!" The fat monk heard his words, nodded immediately, and hurriedly untied the cloth bag on his waist and fell in front of him, only to hear a clanging sound, more than a dozen silver dragon whips and many treasures flew out.

Immediately, more than a dozen people flew forward to retrieve their treasures.

"Liyun, you take two guests to take a stroll around the Heavenly Peak! Good hospitality, don't be lazy!" Seeing the little monk is also interesting, Fu Mo Zhenren turned around and ordered.

"Yes, master!" the white-faced man was unwilling to hear this, but he still respectfully accepted the order, "Two guests, please come here!"

"Thank you for your kind invitation!" the thin monk smiled and bowed to the nearly 100 monks in front of him, and then followed the white-faced man towards the mountain.