Fantasy: When I encounter strength, I become stronger. My cultivation level has no upper limit.

Elder Yan's scalp almost exploded, and he lost his voice and said: "You have done such an amazing job, aren't you afraid of being blamed by the Yuhua Sect!"

Suddenly, he seemed to think of something, "Wait a minute, I understand. Elder Mu from the outer sect died in your hands!"

"That's right, I've already offended him anyway, why not kill more to add to the fun?" Ye Junlin laughed.

Boom!

The pagoda, which already had cracks, was on the verge of collapse.

Elder Yan's breath was weak, and he shouted at Golden Boat: "Why don't you take the Holy Son away quickly?! Hurry!!"

"Elder Yan!" On the golden boat, Chen Xiao's face turned pale, and his heart was filled with turmoil.

He didn't expect that his father's murderer was so powerful!

How could such a strong man be born in this small desert state? !

No reason! !

"Quick, take the Holy Son away!"

The monks from the Yuhua Sect looked flustered and wanted to activate this flying magic weapon with all their strength.

"Want to escape? You will all die to me!"

Hong Qianye sneered, and rushed forward immediately. With the raging flames wrapped in his palms, he turned into a fire phoenix and bombarded the airship.

"These masters and disciples are really crazy..." Seeing this scene, many monks broke out in cold sweat on their foreheads, and their hearts were beating wildly with fear.

Kill the elders of the Yuhua Sect, and now we have to kill the Holy Son of the Yuhua Sect!

The sky in the Eastern Region is probably going to fall!

"Amitabha~"

A trumpet sounded.

Hong Qianye's attacks were all blocked by the Buddha's light palm print, which was an old monk wearing cassock and twisting Buddhist beads.

Hanging Temple, Master Jingzen!

Because of this gap, the golden flying boat was activated smoothly, shattered into the void in the blink of an eye, and fled the scene in a hurry.

Seeing the prey slipping away from her hands, Hong Qianye felt very unhappy and said coldly: "Old bald donkey, are you too much in charge?"

Master Jingchan clasped his hands together with a compassionate expression on his face, "Female donor, when has it been time to retaliate against wrongs? Why do we have to kill them all?"

"The benefactor..."

A cold light flashed in Hong Qianye's eyes, and she said in a sarcastic tone: "Old bald donkey, don't think that I can't see through your Buddhist sect's tricks. You just want to make the Yuhua sect owe favors. Such hypocrisy really makes me disgusted. !”

As a demonic monk, what he hates most is this kind of meditation. It is obviously for his own benefit, but he insists on talking about it from a moral point of view.

"Female donor, you are too prejudiced against Buddhism and have a tendency to fall into the devil's path. I suggest you restrain yourself."

Master Jingchan's face was expressionless, and his tone contained a warning.

"Old bald donkey, am I giving you face? Do you need to preach to me?!"

Hong Qianye sneered.

"Stubborn."

A trace of anger flashed in Master Jingchan's eyes, and he shouted: "In that case, let me save you!"

boom!

A strong sense of oppression instantly enveloped him.

Hong Qianye's expression changed drastically. This old bald donkey was at the peak of the Fusion Realm!

"what!"

A shrill scream sounded, and as the spiritual weapon shattered, Elder Yan was caught in the air by a big hand and exploded, and his soul was destroyed.

"You want to bully my apprentice?" Ye Junlin flashed in front of Hong Qianye and looked at Master Jingchan with an unkind expression.

Seeing Ye Junlin, Master Jingchan restrained his aura and smiled kindly, "Donor Ye, this is all a misunderstanding. I just wanted to point out this junior."

"Are you worthy of giving me some advice?"

Ye Junlin showed contempt on his face, a true immortal who has re-cultivated, needs advice from you, an old bald ass?

Hong Qianye cupped his hands and said: "Master, my disciple wanted to intercept the flying boat just now, but this old bald donkey blocked it, causing the flying boat to escape smoothly."

"Amitabha, that's very good. I just feel that this thing has gone too far, so I'm trying to save it for you. If you insist on blaming me, I have nothing to say, so I'll take my leave."

After saying that, Master Jingchan turned around and left.

"Damn! You want to run away after pretending?"

"Stop for labor!"

Ye Junlin shouted violently.

Master Jingchan narrowed his eyes slightly, "Donor Ye, what does this mean?"

"Haha, if you are a bald donkey, you are a thief. You will be the good guy and I will be the bad guy. You are so good at calculating, why don't you calculate when you will die?"

Ye Junlin sneered.

Master Jingchan's face darkened, "Donor Ye, I've said that!"

He felt that he represented the Xuankong Temple, which was the top Buddhist force in the Eastern Region. Ye Junlin had just offended the Yuhua Sect, no matter what he said, he would not dare to offend the Xuankong Temple again, right?

boom!

A terrifying fist mark came.

"you!"

Master Jingchan was frightened and angry, and gritted his teeth to resist.

The golden bell emerges, and the sound of Buddha whispers.

Bang.

The golden bell was shattered into pieces, and Master Jingchan flew backwards for more than ten feet. After he stabilized his body, blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and he growled: "That's too much! Do you really think that I, the Xuankong Temple, is a soft persimmon?"

shhhhh~

A group of monks came behind him, each holding a different magic weapon, their eyes wide with anger, and their momentum was like a dragon.

Wow, a golden nine-ring tin staff appeared in Master Jingchan's hand. When he held it in his hand, it burst into brilliant light like the sun.

At the same time, a group of monks chanted the name of the Buddha and blessed Master Jingchan with magical power.

In an instant, the terrifying energy aura spread in all directions!

Master Jingchan's cultivation has been improved to the perfection of the body state. The golden light in his eyes is blazing, and he is not angry but has authority.

boom……

There is a five-hundred-foot-high Buddha image floating in the sky. It looks majestic, sacred and inviolable.

"This is the magical power of Xuankong Temple!!"

Everyone looked shocked.

Xue Tianyi sneered, "Is this person named Ye a pig-headed person? He actually dares to offend Xuankong Temple? Is he because he thinks he lives too long?"

He is hostile to Ye Junlin and very much hopes that the other party will make a big fall.

"Donor Ye, I gave you a chance!"

Master Jingchan said coldly.

With the Buddhist combined attack formation and the blessing of third-grade spiritual weapons, his strength has been superimposed to an exaggerated level.

In this situation, he didn't think Ye Junlin could easily defeat him!

"interesting."

Ye Junlin rubbed his chin.

Hong Qianye stood aside silently. He wanted to see where this silver-haired young man's limit was.

"Now, let me save you!"

Whoa, Master Jingchan waved the nine-ring tin staff in his hand, and the surging energy swept away, as if it was going to penetrate the heaven and earth.

Ye Junlin raised his hand, "Here comes the coffin!!"

With a rumble, the void almost collapsed, and an ancient bronze coffin flew out, exuding a vast and timeless aura.

The ancient coffin is five feet high and nine feet long, showing the shape of ninety-five feet.

This is a burial coffin!

Previously, the Sky Burial Coffin was only a third-grade spiritual weapon, but now with Ye Junlin's breakthrough to the Perfect Fusion Realm, this object has reached the category of a sixth-grade spiritual weapon.

In the midst of lightning and flint, the Sky Burying Coffin blocked this powerful attack.

"This!"

Master Jingchan's expression changed.

"Come in, everyone!" Ye Junlin sneered.

The burial coffin suddenly opened, erupting with an unparalleled terrifying suction force.

"not good!"

Master Jingchan's scalp was numb, and he mustered all his strength to block the suction force.

"Ah..." Without thinking, the monks behind them flew away one after another, shouting with frightened faces, "Master, save me!!"

Then, after being sucked in, there was no more movement.

"Evil things! There are evil things in your Xuantian Sect!" Master Jingchan didn't know whether it was because of anger or fear, but his whole body was visibly shaking at this time.

Bang!

Buddha's Dharma is annihilated.

Master Jingchan's face turned pale. Sensing the coming of death, he quickly called for help: "Everyone, this person is an evil cultivator! Kill him quickly!"

Good guy, this hat is on my head.

Everyone secretly murmured, who dares to help at this time?

"Why don't you let the labor in quickly!?" Ye Junlin shouted, using his magic power to move the bronze coffin.

buzz~

An even greater attraction forcefully pulled Master Jingchan.

"No!" Master Jingchan cried out in despair, and was finally sucked into the sky burial coffin.

The coffin closed and silence fell.

At this time, under everyone's disbelieving gazes, Ye Junlin's long silver-white hair was dancing wildly, holding the burial coffin in his domineering hand, looking around, and his voice was like rolling thunder, echoing throughout the heavens.

Three short words reveal invincible belief.

"Who else?!!!"