Fantasy: I become stronger when I meet a strong opponent. My cultivation has no upper limit.

Everyone was dumbfounded, watching helplessly as the plaque symbolizing the Hanging Temple was kicked to pieces by the young man of unknown origin. Ridiculous thoughts emerged in their hearts, and they almost thought they were dreaming.

"Who is this man? How dare he come to Xuankong Temple to look for trouble?" The emperor looked stunned, and then said angrily.

"Brother, please don't be impulsive. We'll just wait and see how things turn out for the better." The Second Emperor said nervously.

Not to mention that the other party dared to break into the Xuankong Temple brazenly, kicking the spiritual weapon-level plaque into pieces with this kick fully proved how terrifying the strength was.

Let me ask, there is no mana fluctuation in the whole process. With his pure body and strength, he can directly kick the spiritual weapon to pieces. How many monks can do this? I’m afraid I can’t even achieve the Mahayana realm!

"Where did this evil come from! How dare you break into the Hanging Temple in broad daylight!"

Countless angry shouts came from the temple, and densely packed figures in black monk robes came rushing towards them. They all glared angrily, and their eyes almost burst out with anger.

Under the sunlight, the bald heads were like braised eggs, glowing with a bright halo.

"Whoever dares to move forward will die!"

Li Wujie's cold voice sounded.

Uh-huh!

The cold sword energy disappeared in an instant, leaving a deep ravine on the ground ahead. On this ravine, the domineering sword energy remained, isolating the monks like a natural chasm.

Feeling the fear of this sword, the monks were frightened, their faces turned pale, and they did not dare to act rashly.

"Huh!" Li Wujie had a sneer on his lips.

"Such a strong sword spirit. This person is already at the forefront in the art of swordsmanship. He is definitely not an ordinary person in the Eastern Region!"

"Wait a minute, do you feel that they give people an inexplicable sense of familiarity, as if you have heard of 늂놆 somewhere?"

"My dear friend, when you say this, I feel the same way!"

The crowd murmured.

The abbot sitting on the lotus platform had a cold glint in his eyes.

He has never seen such an arrogant person in his life! How dare you do such a bad act in Xuankong Temple!

But today's day is very special. There are many Zen practitioners gathered here. The more he is at this juncture, the more he needs to act calmly.

"Amitabha~"

The abbot's face was neither sad nor happy, and he said calmly: "How can I, the Xuankong Temple, have offended several Shis? I hope you can give me a satisfactory answer, otherwise I will stay here forever and confess to the Buddha what I have done."

Faced with this situation, the leader of Xuankong Temple not only did not lose his temper, but instead had a calm expression on his face, maintaining the demeanor of a Buddhist monk. This made everyone couldn't help but admire him.

Look at this 늀놆 pattern!

Ye Junlin sneered: "Pretend, keep pretending, you bald donkeys in Xuankong Temple are all so good at acting, right?"

Hearing this, the monks were filled with anger and were very angry at the disrespectful words and deeds of the NPC.

The abbot said calmly: "This Shi, it seems that you have a deep misunderstanding of our Xuankong Temple, but no matter what, everything today is based on the same principle. I opened a Dharma altar today to teach Buddhism, but you guys Breaking in for no reason, destroying this rare peace, and personally attacking me and many of my classmates is really unreasonable. I hope this Shi 덿 can give me an explanation."

"Haha, then just keep your eyes open and watch!"

Ye Junlin sneered. He really couldn't understand this old bald donkey's face.

"Take out the photo ball!"

"놆, Master!"

Li Wujie took out the photo ball, and after injecting mana into it, the photo ball emitted a curtain of light toward the sky.

The background of the picture is clearly outside Yaowang Valley, and there is a familiar figure in cassock, which is particularly eye-catching.

"This, this Elder Ran Deng!" A younger brother exclaimed. This elder has a high status, second only to the abbot in Xuankong Temple.

"Rian Deng..." The abbot's eyes flashed brightly, and his heart felt like it was shaking.

In the previous battle, Ran Deng's life story was shattered, causing a huge shock in the upper levels of Xuankong Temple. Due to the influence, the matter was blocked, so many people did not know that he had fallen.

After all, that Buddhist master who was at the peak of his calamity, and few in the Eastern Region could threaten him, ended up traveling far away and died for no reason. Who can accept this?

Not only the abbot, but also the senior officials of Xuankong Temple who knew the inside story were all in shock at this moment, because the photo ball taken out by the other party might be able to reveal what happened before Ran Deng died.

In the picture, Master Ran Deng is confronting a white-haired old man. From a few words, we can deduce the cause and process of that time.

"That white-haired old demon Ye Jun is here!"

"It looks like a monk who came out of the Valley of the King of Tribulations and is a great master in the Tribulation Realm can do such a thing. His character is really corrupt!"

"Fortunately, an eminent monk from the Xuankong Temple came out to stop him. We, the Buddha, are merciful!"

Everyone hates Ye Junlin deeply and highly respects the eminent monks of Xuankong Temple.

Ever since the Battle of Huangzhou, the Buddhist monks in Fozhou hated Ye Junlin very much. Of course, to a large extent, Xuankong Temple was behind this.

"Ye Demon is cruel in nature. Although the eminent monks from the Xuankong Temple came out to stop him, I'm afraid there will be a dangerous fight." The First Emperor and the Second Emperor clenched their fists.

See it.

The abbot looked pitiful and sighed: "It's so good, the monks are compassionate. Elder Randeng's actions are in line with the philosophy that our Xuankong Temple has always implemented!"

He was thinking in his mind, could it be that 늀놆 was killed by the white-haired old devil because of this incident?

Ran Deng, you are confused!

Why not just run away? Why stand up for that group of ants? !

The scene continues.

After Master Ran Deng learned the other party's identity, his attitude changed 1080 degrees.

Suddenly, he attacked his own people, became hysterical, cast a spell to imprison all the monks, and killed them to silence them. In addition, he escaped afterwards and asked for cooperation with the enemies of the Hanging Temple.

Boom!

The whole audience was in an uproar.

"What's going on? Master Ran Deng actually cooperated with the white-haired old demon?"

"Where is the compassion you promised?!"

Those who supported Master Ran Deng and were highly respected by the Hanging Temple just now felt like a fishbone stuck in their throats at this moment.

The reversal came too quickly, almost twisting their waists!

"This..." The abbot seemed to be choked, and felt that his old face was hot, as if someone had slapped him in the face.

Mingyue Gong was dumbfounded.

Killing innocent people indiscriminately, hypocritical and cunning, is this still the enlightened monk she knew? Moreover, he has a very high status in the Hanging Temple!

This is not over yet.

The most exciting scene appeared.

In the picture, the real Ye Junlin appeared, punching and killing Master Ran Deng like a god, saving everyone. That invincible figure was deeply imprinted in the minds of the monks on the scene!

"Hiss--!!!"

The sound of gasps sounded around.

The figure in the picture is the real white-haired old devil in the rumors?

Then wouldn't it be...

Swish swish swish~

Countless eyes gathered on the silver-haired young man again, full of shock, awe, tension, fear, etc.

Ye Junlin, the God of Killing, actually climbed to the top of Mount Fantuo today!

Combined with the actions just now, are you here to ask for punishment? !

"So, he is Ye Junlin." After watching the image of the shadow ball, Princess Mingyue was not so afraid of this person, and even had a little curiosity.

"Little sister, hide behind big brother quickly." The first emperor pulled Princess Mingyue behind him, cold sweat on his forehead, and his eyes were full of fear.

"What should I do? Should I inform my father?" The second emperor was so scared that his scalp was numb.

The famous white-haired killer god actually appeared in the Pure Land Kingdom?

This kind of existence, even if the whole country is exhausted, it can't be contended with at all!

"You..." The abbot's expression could hardly hide his shock, and then his face was uglier than eating shit!

Although he guessed that the death of Elder Randeng was related to the other party, he didn't expect it to end in this way.

Especially when he saw Ye Junlin kill Elder Ran Deng with one punch, the abbot's assessment of Ye Junlin's danger rose sharply.

But compared to this incident, the reputation of the Hanging Temple was destroyed, which was the most feared!

"Humph!"

A cold snort exploded in the sky like thunder.

The abbot stood up from the lotus platform and said in a deep voice: "Ye Motou, you are so despicable. You actually tampered with the shadow ball and tried to frame the elders of my Hanging Temple! With such a despicable method, you want to fool the world? It's too ridiculous!"

Everyone was stunned.

Is there really a trick behind this?

It is extremely difficult to forge the shadow ball, but this possibility is not ruled out!

"Old bald donkey, you still dare to quibble!" Li Wujie said angrily.

"It really fits my view of you Buddhists." Hong Qianye crossed his arms and said with disgust.

Ye Junlin waved his hand and sneered, "What about this?"

Plop!

A black bear's skull rolled to the ground, emitting a bloody smell, with eyes wide open, and died with eyes wide open.

"What?!"

The abbot was struck by lightning, and panic filled his heart.