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

Boom!

The blood-red sword light that captured people's hearts was overwhelming, and it contained a terrifying power that could destroy the world.

The momentum of the saints of the Hanging Temple was blocked. After a lot of effort, they barely offset the destructive sword light.

The people of Xuyun were still frightened, "Devil, what kind of swordsmanship is this?"

This sword move had a kind of unstoppable killing momentum, as if all the immortals who were high above were going to be killed.

Those with a firm mind would even have a mental breakdown when facing this sword, and become stupid idiots on the spot.

Fortunately, they were all proficient in Buddhist meditation and had a deep fortune in this area, but even so, they were very embarrassed in front of the sword just now.

At this time, Ye Junlin's long silver-white hair was flying wildly, his eyes were filled with murderous aura, and he held a long sword in his hand, standing proudly in the world.

It really felt like a big devil!

"Listen carefully, this sword technique is a donkey-killing sword technique, which is specially used to kill old bald donkeys like you!"

"Evil creature, how dare you speak so arrogantly!" The hot-tempered Elder Long Xiang was furious, his body was as fast as lightning, holding the Demon Subduing Stick and sweeping it violently, breaking all the void along the way, with a terrifying momentum.

Dang!

The Demon Subduing Stick trembled violently, and a surging force was transmitted to Elder Long Xiang's arms, causing him to retreat with gritted teeth, and the blood in his body surged, which was very uncomfortable.

Ye Junlin said: "That's it?"

Elder Long Xiang said angrily: "Why are you two still standing there? Are you watching a joke?"

Xu Yun's eyes were deep, "Each of you stand in your position and work together to besiege him!"

Elder Qing Jing said: "That's what I mean."

Swish swish swish!

The next second, the Holy Saint of the Hanging Temple adjusted his state, covered Ye Junlin with a horn, and then launched an attack at their respective positions.

Even though he was besieged by the enemy, Ye Junlin, with one hand behind his back and the other holding the Cangyuan Sword, still managed to handle it with ease.

Clang clang clang~!

On Mount Fantuo, the sound of metal clashing was deafening, and the flat ripples visible to the naked eye were extremely dense.

During the whole process, the saints of the Hanging Temple became more and more frightened, and they didn't gain any advantage at all!

"Damn, when we were famous in the East Region, we didn't encounter such a difficult opponent. Which old monster is this?" Elder Longxiang said depressedly.

"Xuyun, where did you get such a strong man? When my father-in-law was alive, he warned you not to make enemies for the Hanging Temple. You nodded at that time, and now you are implicated us!" Elder Qingjing chattered.

Xuyun became more and more angry as he listened, and he suppressed his anger and didn't explode.

Staring at the sword-wielding figure, his heart was greatly shaken.

Logically speaking, even if the mountain protection formation was damaged to a certain extent, it would still have some effect on strength, but in this situation, they all had the upper hand!

It is conceivable that the strength of this demon is far beyond imagination!

Swish!

Ye Junlin held the Cangyuan Sword and swung it out fiercely. The sword light spread like a wave, full of terrifying killing power.

"Uh," the people retreated as if struck by lightning.

"I thought you were so powerful, but it turns out you are not like this." Ye Junlin shook his head and said.

"Damn it, our Hanging Temple Saint was actually underestimated!"

"Xuyun, if you ask me, I'd better use that power. Anyway, it has been accumulated for so many years, so what if it is consumed?"

The other two kept nagging in his ears.

"Shut up! I know what I am doing!"

Xuyun couldn't help but yelled at his two old partners.

The two of them were stunned and looked at each other.

Xuyun looked at the silver-haired young man in front of him, his eyes bursting with a sharp light, and grinned: "Ye Motou, next I will let you see the greatest foundation of my Hanging Temple!"

After that, the master of the Hanging Temple pinched his fingers with one hand and chanted a spell.

Buzz buzz buzz~

Invisibly, a special power was released from the temple, as if it was attracted, and descended on them.

This power is very pure, sacred and flawless!

Rumble...

The people seemed to have received some kind of blessing, and when their eyes opened and closed, golden light shone everywhere, and each of them had a solemn appearance, like a Buddha who saved the suffering.

Compared with just now, the aura on them was at least several times stronger!

"Hmm?"

Ye Junlin frowned.

"Oh no, Master is in danger!" Li Wujie's eyebrows twitched, looking at the figure with brilliant Buddha light, like the sun across the sky, and fear filled his heart.

Hong Xiaoye's face changed slightly, and he said in a rare solemn tone: "This is the power of incense!"

The saint of the Hanging Temple blessed by the power of incense, even he felt powerless from the bottom of his heart.

If he were to face this person, the thoughts in his mind would not escape!

"Amitabha~"

A Buddhist chant echoed in the sky like a huge bell.

The old monk in a cassock held one hand on his chest and the other hand held a golden staff. His old face had a bit more compassion for the world.

But his eyes were full of awe-inspiring murderous intent!

"Damn it, I wanted to accumulate more incense power so that I could have a chance to break through the legendary true fairyland. However, in order to deal with this difficult demon, I was forced to consume it to improve my strength."

"Even if I kill it in the end, it will be even more difficult to gather the incense power again. After all, the reputation of the Hanging Temple has been ruined..."

Thinking of this, Xuyun gnashed his teeth in hatred.

This is why he wanted to kill all the visitors before, even if he would rather kill one by mistake than let one go, in order to avoid the news leaking out and causing negative impact on the Hanging Temple.

If everyone does not recognize the Hanging Temple, naturally there will be no pilgrims coming to worship and provide the power of incense continuously.

This is undoubtedly a major blow to the Buddhist forces!

And now, this road has been cut off!

The culprit is right in front of him!

"Is this your confidence?" Ye Junlin stood with a sword, his eyes were so bright, and his silver-white hair fluttered in the wind.

At this time, the oppression brought by this person made him feel excited from the bottom of his heart!

"Ye Demon, when I use this power, you have completely lost your chance of winning!"

"Die!"

Xuyun's tongue burst into spring thunder, and he started to swing the treasure staff.

The other two attacked Ye Junlin with a swish!

Rumble, several figures broke out into a fierce battle, the energy airflow released in the fight was raging wildly, and the dust was rolling.

If Fantuo Mountain was special, with the protection of the mountain protection formation, and it was itself influenced by Buddhism and transformed from the inside, otherwise it would have been crushed into powder under the impact of this force.

"I want to see how long you can hold on?" Xuyun sneered.

The Hanging Temple has gone through a long time and has been worshipped by countless people. The accumulated incense power is so huge that once it chooses to bless itself, its combat power is extremely terrifying.

Soon.

Ye Junlin began to be deeply besieged, and even the spells he used were resolved by others.

Suddenly, a loud sound like a whale sounded.

Seeing that his master was in trouble, Kunpeng, who was wandering in front of him, changed his body shape and rushed into the Fantuo Mountain from the gap, and opened his mouth to spray out a destructive energy light wave.

Boom!

The light column was blazing and dazzling, wanting to destroy the world.

But in the eyes of Xuyun, Kunpeng's attack was nothing.

"Hmph, evil beast!"

He raised his hand to defeat the light column, and then grabbed the Kunpeng. The golden palm print with the swastika was full of sacred breath.

Kunpeng used all his skills, but finally escaped the fate of being suppressed. The golden palm print turned into the Five Finger Mountain, which pressed it so hard that it could not move.

"You have a predestined relationship with Buddhism. I will let this old monk convert you and become the guardian beast of my Hanging Temple from now on." Xuyun's eyes flashed with greed.

This is Kunpeng, the supreme king of the demon race, with terrifying growth potential in the future. If he can be used for his own benefit, then the previous losses will be nothing.

Ye Junlin's eyes turned cold, "Old bald donkey, you dare to touch my A Kun?"

A Kun?

What a shitty name!

Xuyun secretly complained, sneered: "What if I move? Do you think you are still a threat to me?"

Now he has a sense of winning.

Not panicking at all!

"Haha? Then try this."

Ye Junlin pinched his fingers with one hand, and his whole body exuded a dazzling light. Then, one after another, figures walked out from both sides of his body at the same time.

Boom!

The two figures swung out powerful fists, and combined with Ye Junlin's sword moves, they directly repelled the Xuankong Temple Saint.

"This, this is..."

Xuyun and the others stared with wide eyes, seeing the identical figure in front of them. The most frightening thing was that even the aura and cultivation were exactly the same!

Feeling that the two clones were in tune with his mind, Ye Junlin felt that this experience was very wonderful.

"Interesting, is this the transformation of one qi into pureness?"

The other two clones evolved can exert the same ability as the original body. Now he is already very capable, this is very capable!!

Ye Junlin felt very satisfied and his mind moved.

The other two clones each had two more magic weapons in their hands.

One is the Burial Heaven Coffin, and the other is the Longevity Flute!

"Ninth-grade Mysterious Artifact? Why are they all ninth-grade Mysterious Artifacts?!!" Xuyun was so frightened that his face was full of horror and he lost his voice.

There is only one ninth-grade Mysterious Artifact in the entire Hanging Temple, but this guy has a full set of them!

"Why are there two more masters?!" After killing several elders, Li Wujie turned his head and looked up at the sky, stunned.

"Kunlun Realm actually has such a mysterious and great magical power? Where did he learn it from? Or did he create it himself?" Hong Ye muttered with a look of astonishment on his face.

He is a true immortal who has seen the world after all, but since he followed this guy all the way, he is like a bumpkin!

At this time.

In countless shocked eyes.

Two figures stood side by side in the void, Ye Junlin on the left shouldered the Burial Heaven Coffin, with an arrogant and domineering posture, and Ye Junlin on the right held the Changsheng Flute to his mouth, with a temperament as extraordinary as a banished immortal.

And Ye Junlin in the middle, holding the Cangyuan Sword and pointing it forward, with a playful smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Continue."