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

Seeing this scene, anyone who is not a fool knows what it means.

This is clearly to annihilate everyone!

"Shameless! You Hanging Temple are shameless!" Many monks present were so angry that they wanted to vomit blood. They felt that they were really blind before and believed in such a demon monk with a human face and a beastly heart.

"This is not a Buddhist holy land, this is clearly a devil's cave that eats people without spitting out bones!" A white-haired old man was so angry that he trembled all over and said indignantly.

"If I had known earlier, I would not have come to listen to this crappy lecture, go to your mother's Buddha!" ​​Another middle-aged man roared emotionally.

Facing the excited crowd, the abbot remained unmoved, with his hands clasped together and standing quietly on the lotus platform, with a layer of brilliant halo all over his body, and a strong Zen meaning flowing endlessly.

Boom!

In an instant, the aura of the perfect cultivation of the tribulation spread violently, covering the entire Fantuo Mountain, as if to freeze every inch of the void.

The people who were cursing angrily were all filled with fear, and felt as insignificant as ants.

They could not resist this kind of reality at all!

"Now that Fantuo Mountain is blocked, what should we do?" Princess Mingyue's pretty face turned pale.

The second prince gritted his teeth and shouted at the thin figure with brilliant Buddha light: "Evil monk, there are so many of us here. Even if you kill them all, how will you explain to the world afterwards? In the end, your Hanging Temple will not escape the blame!"

"That's right! Do you really think you can hide such a thing?!" The eldest prince stared with tiger eyes and his voice was like a bell.

Hearing this.

Many people also reacted.

Even if they are all killed, what does it matter?

Paper cannot cover up the truth!

The pilgrims who came to participate in the Dharma Altar today are all from many forces in Florida, including the royal family of the Pure Land Kingdom. If they suddenly died in the Hanging Temple, it would definitely cause suspicion and condemnation from the world!

At that time, the Hanging Temple would still be attacked from all sides and fall from the altar!

"Good, good."

The abbot sighed and said, "Today, I opened the Dharma Altar to teach Buddhism, but I encountered the demon Ye from the beginning. For this reason, the Hanging Temple opened the mountain protection formation. I united with a group of disciples and fought hard to finally kill the demon. Unfortunately, all the pilgrims who participated in the Dharma Altar were killed. Amitabha~"

Hearing this.

Everyone got goose bumps all over their bodies and felt scared.

If this is true, then they will die without evidence!

Moreover, the prestige of the Hanging Temple may be further improved!

"Master, that old bald donkey seems to want to kill you and then frame you." Li Wujie said.

Ye Junlin was speechless.

Good guy, he is indeed from the same place.

The previous Randeng was also in this way, the main purpose was to let him take the blame, and then clear himself and continue to maintain a positive image.

So this is the fine tradition of your Hanging Temple, right?

"Old bald donkey, you are too idealistic, do you really think you can get rid of me smoothly?" Ye Junlin asked back.

The abbot looked at him deeply, "Ye Motou, I have seen your strength through the shadow ball, you are indeed proud of it! But I want to remind you, if this is in the Hanging Temple, this is my home court, how much do you think you have a chance of winning?"

The abbot's words are actually true. If he fights alone in the field, he really has to think about it.

But now it is not the case. With the support of the mountain protection formation of the Hanging Temple and the support of the monks of the Hanging Temple, he has all kinds of means, and his own fighting skills have already reached a terrifying level.

Unless the real immortal comes in person, he is confident that he can be invincible!

At most, the Hanging Temple will pay a painful price, but the victory will eventually stand on his side!

At this time.

Rumble, the mountain protection formation stirs up terrible energy fluctuations, and the Fantuo Mountain is full of golden light, and the sound of Buddha echoes everywhere.

This strange scene shocked the common people and princes and nobles in the capital.

After all, Fantuo Mountain is the holy mountain of the Pure Land Country.

Today happened to be an important day. If such a big thing suddenly happened, it would be difficult not to attract attention!

"What's going on? Is the Hanging Temple in crisis?"

"Should we send troops to support it?"

"Damn, what's going on inside?!"

...

The whole capital was in panic.

"Lord, it's bad. The eldest prince, the second prince and the princess are still in the Hanging Temple!" The general came in a hurry.

The king of the Pure Land Kingdom was a young man with a beard, a glazed crown and gorgeous clothes. When he heard this, he was so anxious that he wandered around the palace like an ant on a hot pot.

"Quick, quickly mobilize the garrison troops of the royal capital and quickly station them around Mount Fantuo, and always look for opportunities to rescue!" The king of the Pure Land Kingdom said anxiously.

"Yes!"

The general retreated respectfully.

He walked out of the hall and turned a corner, standing in a remote corner with a strange smile on his face.

He took out an ancient card from his body. After injecting magic, the card emitted a silver glow, as if sending some kind of signal to someone.

Mount Fantuo.

The mountain protection formation is linked together, exuding an ancient and vicissitudes of life.

"Ugh," many cultivators looked painful, feeling dizzy and filled with the sound of chanting, as if countless flies were buzzing around, their blood and qi were surging wildly, and they lost the energy to fight.

"Damn it, it's this shitty formation that's to blame!" Li Wujie said angrily.

"Hmph, you actually disturbed my mind." Hong Qianye frowned. Even with his cultivation, he was slightly affected.

Swish, swish, swish~

This is not over yet. Under the blessing of the mountain protection formation, the monks of the Hanging Temple are getting more and more powerful, as if some kind of blessing has descended, and all aspects of their strength have been improved.

The abbot was also blessed by the formation. His whole body was shining with golden light, and a golden halo was hanging behind his head, just like a real Buddha descending to the mortal world to save the people.

But his expression was really weird, half of his face was hideous and the other half was kind. No matter how you look at it, it feels very creepy.

The aura on him was extremely terrifying.

Even if Randeng was resurrected, even if he used all his strength, he would be slapped to death by him with one hand!

"Demon Ye, let's settle the old and new accounts together today."

The abbot's voice was neither sad nor happy, and he stared at the silver-haired young man as if he was looking at a corpse.

In his eyes, the other party was a dying man!

Swish!

The abbot dodged and slapped out a palm, which contained mysterious and explosive power.

This is the Bodhidharma Palm!

"Haha,"

Seeing the other party coming fiercely, Ye Junlin sneered and clenched his fist, with the momentum of a dragon.

Bang!

The fists and palms collided, and an amazing wave of energy broke out.

At this time.

The monks of the Hanging Temple were dispatched, wanting to slaughter the newcomers here.

Affected by the mountain protection formation, everyone had no room for resistance and was suppressed all of a sudden.

The solemn and ancient Hanging Temple was filled with fierce shouts and killings, and the air began to be filled with the smell of blood.

"A bunch of bald donkeys, die for Master Li!"

Li Wujie's figure swept away, and when his wrist turned, the ink-colored sword light crisscrossed, and the sword energy tore the void.

Along the way, there were blood splashing everywhere.

"I can finally kill!" Hong Qianye's beautiful face showed excitement.

His eyes were burning with golden flames, his eye-catching red clothes were rustling, his hair was dancing, and when he raised his hands, the flames swept like a silk thread, and many disciples and elders of the Hanging Temple were burned to ashes.

"Good, so powerful..." Princess Mingyue said with difficulty, covering her aching head.

In her eyes, the fairy in red was so charming.

"This is the famous disciple of Senior Ye, Fairy Hong!" The first and second princes were both infatuated, forgetting the pain for a while, and their eyes showed admiration.

Buzz buzz buzz~

The effect of the mountain protection formation became more and more intense.

The people of the Hanging Temple became more and more courageous.

In the blink of an eye, the abbot and Ye Junlin fought for more than a dozen moves. The surrounding void collapsed with a rumble, and the air flow surged. The scene was extremely terrifying.

The abbot said coldly: "Demon Ye, I have a great formation to bless me, you can't beat me!"

Feeling the opponent's continued increase in strength and his own mind being gradually infiltrated, Ye Junlin's face was not at all flustered, and he said in amazement: "Interesting."

Occupying the right time, place and people, no wonder he has such confidence!

Such abbot of the Hanging Temple is definitely a small group of people at the top of the Tribulation Realm!

"Don't worry, the good show has just begun." Pah, Ye Junlin smiled playfully and snapped his fingers.

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