Weird and hard to kill?Sorry, I'm the real immortal

"He actually dared to come!"

"Not only did he come, but he only brought so many people with him!? He didn't think that with just a few people, he could level the Lingshan Mountain? I'm afraid he couldn't even enter the gate of Lingshan Mountain."

The eyes of the people hiding around flickered, some ridiculed, some disdainful, and some were thinking about Fang Xiu's intention for this trip.

If it is really a full-scale war, it will certainly not only bring these few people, is it a peace talk?

"Brother Xiu, this Lingshan Mountain is weird. I wanted to teleport it directly to Daleiyin Temple to scare those bald donkeys, but I encountered obstacles. The entire Lingshan Mountain seems to be wrapped in something like an enchantment formation." The fat man said with a slightly dignified expression.

Fang Xiu was not surprised. The methods of the previous era were unpredictable. Just from the setting of the burial place, it can be seen that the people of the previous era did possess some method similar to formations.

This kind of method has been biased towards the cultivation of immortals in myths and legends, commonly known as the method of immortals. In fact, thinking about it, there were groups of imperial spirit masters in ancient times. Maybe those people were not called imperial spiritual masters back then, but immortal cultivators.

In myths and legends, all kinds of methods of immortals are just legends left by the ancient imperial spirit masters, and later generations call them immortals.

"It seems that this Buddhism really has something to offer, Brother Xiu, shall we go directly, or follow the process?" Zhao Hao asked eagerly on the side.

Fang Xiu ignored the two, but took a step forward, and said to the believers on the mountain: "The investigation bureau is doing business, and the idlers should stay away."

His voice was not loud, but it spread strangely to the audience, and his voice echoed from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain.

The people who were climbing, prostrating, and paying homage to the Buddha all paused, and all looked towards the source of the sound by coincidence, and suddenly there were many exclamations from the crowd.

"It's the prophet Fangxiu! He's really here!"

"Fang Xiu, this is a holy land of Buddhism, you are not welcome, you are the one who should avoid it!"

"Amitabha, Lord Fang, this is a pure place of Buddhism, and I hope you will not disturb this purity."

Countless believers speak out for Buddhism, so it looks like Fang Xiu and his party are the big villains attacking the holy land of Buddhism, insisting on destroying this beautiful and peaceful treasure land and destroying people's beautiful life.

Facing everyone's condemnation and advice, Fang Xiu's reply was only one word.

"roll."

As soon as the scrolling words came out, endless black smoke gushed out of him, and in a blink of an eye, hundreds of millions of tiny black particles spread like hundreds of millions of black insects, spreading crazily towards Lingshan. Believers are covered in it.

Those black particles kept pouring into everyone's mouths and noses, and those who inhaled it immediately reflected the most terrifying scene in their hearts.

"what!!"

"Help!"

"No! No no!"

The screams boiled like a tide, and the originally peaceful Buddhist holy land was instantly reduced to a scene of hell.

"stop!"

Suddenly there was a loud shout in Daleiyin Temple, and a young white-robed monk strode out, carrying a big bronze bell in one hand, looking at the terrified believers, with a flash of anger in his eyes.

boom!

He slammed the bronze bell on the ground.

Boom-!

The melodious bells of Hong Zhong and Da Lu resounded through the heaven and earth, and the radiant Buddha's light suddenly appeared, piercing the black smoke that filled the Lingshan Mountain.

The believers who had been in fear regained their clarity one by one, with pious expressions on their faces, clasped their hands together, and chanted Buddhist scriptures in their mouths.

In an instant, the screams that wailed everywhere turned into sacred and grand chanting.

"Amitabha, poor monk Yuanjing, I have seen all the benefactors."

"Little monk, you abbot, I just saw that old bald donkey, let him get out quickly, get out with the Xuanyuan sword!" Yang Ming stood behind Fang Xiu, yelling and swearing.

Faced with the insult, Yuan Jing didn't get angry, but looked at Fang Xiu with lightning-like eyes: "Benefactor Fang, you are here for the Xuanyuan Sword and Buddhism, but why are you angry with these common people? They just came to worship the Buddha …”

"It's really noisy, Fang Moli." Fang Xiu said lightly.

Fang Moli behind him suddenly turned into a flash of sword light, and fiercely attacked the round mirror.

Yuan Jing frowned slightly, and pressed his hands towards the void.

boom!

A Buddha seal emitting a bright golden light condensed in the void, with a solemn treasure appearance, and threw it straight at Fang Moli.

Fang Moli felt the terrifying power contained in it, and was startled in his heart. It was actually a Buddha seal condensed with the light of the soul.

Is this the background of the strong in the previous era?To actually use the light of the soul to such an extent!

Fang Moli gritted his teeth, feeling ruthless in his heart. He couldn't beat the abbot of the sixth rank, so couldn't he beat a little monk?

Urging the long sword in his hand with all his strength, in an instant, the sword energy flew across the sky, and with a crisp sword sound, it turned into a shocking rainbow, and slashed towards the seal of Buddha.

boom!

The golden Buddha seal was split into two on the spot, turned into light and rain all over the sky, and scattered between the sky and the earth.

With one blow, Fang Moli's long sword went straight to the face of the little monk Yuanjing.

The next moment, a golden bell slowly rose from his body.

Clang!

The violent metallic chirp sounded, which was the collision of the light of the soul and the light of the soul.

Fang Moli turned the light of his heart into sword energy, and Yuan Jing turned into a golden bell. Obviously, it is obviously more difficult to turn into a golden bell.

With a click, the long sword in Fang Moli's hand was shattered on the spot, and he was also sent flying with him.

Flying Fang Moli with two moves, this terrifying strength amazed everyone.

At this moment, Yang Ming and the others finally understood that the power of Buddhism does not only depend on the sixth-level powerhouses, their fifth-level powerhouses are also powerful, and their various methods are comparable to immortal Buddhas.

The various forces hiding in the dark and watching also showed horror on their faces.

Because Yuan Jing's age does not seem to be very old at all, only about fifteen or sixteen years old, but at this age, he is already a fifth-level powerhouse, and even knocked away the once recognized world's number one powerhouse with two moves, Fang Mo Leave.

It is true that Fang Moli's strength has a lot of moisture, mostly relying on the Xuanyuan Sword, but the problem is that Fang Moli is the second existence in this world to break through to the fifth level, half a step ahead of everyone else.

In addition, his talent is not weak, otherwise it would be impossible to control Xuanyuan Sword, that is to say, even without Xuanyuan Sword, Fang Moli was never weak in the fifth rank.

Fang Moli, who was thrown into the air, turned several times in a row in the air before stabilizing his figure. His face was extremely ugly. It wasn't that he was injured, but that he was slapped in the face again by someone younger than himself. Knocking him into the air under the watchful eyes of everyone is simply more uncomfortable than killing him.

Especially at this time, there are people with cheap mouths on the side.

Yang Ming asked with concern at the top of his voice, "Fang Moli, can you do it?"

When Fang Moli heard these words, his blood pressure went up immediately.

(late)