This Jinyiwei is obviously super strong but draws too much

Chapter 786
Abbot Ling Kong, as the abbot of Southern Shaolin, has stayed in this position for decades. His dharma name is famous all over the world, and his reputation spreads far and wide. He is a true master of the world.

But it was such a giant figure who would sneak attack first, which no one thought of.

In the eyes of the Shaolin monks, although what the abbot said is misty, it does not prevent them from agreeing with it. The reputation that the abbot Lingkong spent decades building is a golden signboard that will not fail, enough to make the disciples and monks unconditional. to follow.

So naturally, in the eyes of the monks, the abbot's righteousness and carelessness are preemptive strikes, not a sneak attack by deceit.

But Lu Hanjiang didn't have so many scruples, he scolded directly: "Bulk, you're also a guy with half of your body buried in the ground, and you actually attack a young junior, you have to be ashamed."

Cursing is always the first thing to do, and as for making a move, Lu Hanjiang naturally thinks twice, it's not that he doesn't intend to save people, but that Caiwei is not as weak as he imagined.

Facing Abbot Lingkong's brazen attack, although Caiwei was surprised, her reaction was not slow at all. When she pulled back and stepped back, she already bent her fingertips. Dao emerald streamer.

It's a pity that the stream of light was like moths to the flame, Abbot Lingkong's figure flew forward, as if a golden Buddha was suppressing him, the Buddha's light condensed into a barrier, blocking all the Gu insects from the light wall of more than an inch.

Caiwei was startled. Seeing that the golden giant arm had already approached her, she no longer hesitated, and her eyes turned sour that she was running the secret magic moon wheel.

In the midst of coquettishness, the bright moon rising behind Caiwei blocked the Buddha's light ten feet away, and the flying Gu insects were like fireflies all over the sky. The knife cut on the golden Buddha.

Abbot Lingkong's palm landed more than ten feet in front of Caiwei, unable to move forward, Wu Yue's rotation raised the saint's skill to a very terrifying level in a short period of time.

"The secret method of Miaojiang is well-deserved."

Abbot Lingkong sighed, then flipped his arms, and the palm force repeated, accompanied by the light of the golden Buddha flowing around the sky, carrying the surging true energy like a river breaking a bank, violently impacting on the moon wheel of Caiwei.

"Well!"

Caiwei let out a muffled snort, and took a small step back. Under the impact of the golden Buddha, the light of the bright moon fell into darkness in an instant, and it was about to be annihilated under the sky full of Buddhist scriptures. At this moment, there was a strange scream The voice came from Caiwei!
This sudden change made Lu Hanjiang and Abbot Ling Kong stunned at the same time, and saw the eight-wing imprint on Caiwei's eyebrows suddenly burst into light, and then, eight streams of light gathered from behind her, condensing into the shape of wings.

"This is." Abbot Ling Kong stared at this strange scene, his eyes a little absent-minded.

At this moment, Caiwei seemed to have entered a mysterious realm. Her hands that were operating the secret technique slowly fell back to her side, her eyes were confused, and she let the eight-winged light wings wrap herself up like a chrysalis.

As the moonlight cleared, the golden Buddha slapped the feather chrysalis with a palm, and the terrible collision immediately triggered a terrifying gust of wind, forcing everyone around to retreat several feet away.

Abbot Lingkong maintained the posture of palming, but his brows were furrowed. He struck the wing with a palm, but the opponent was not damaged at all. Caiwei stood still, as if the palm had hit an empty space. .

Wrapping the eight-winged wings, it was as hard to wrap as the turtle shell.

When Abbot Lingkong was staring, the eight-winged wings wrapped around Caiwei suddenly spread out, the overflowing air seemed to drift away from the rainbow, and the flying light changed color like a dream. Caiwei's absent-minded eyes have been replaced by a touch of bright golden red.

In a trance, Caiwei's holy lily-like temperament was soaked by this strange light, like an overturned paint dish, turning into an unspeakable distorted scene.

At that moment, Lu Hanjiang glimpsed that the eight-winged imprint on Caiwei's forehead had disappeared.

When everyone was shocked, another ear-piercing sound came out.

This sound is like the resentment of the Nine Nether Demons and Ghosts, or the cry of a wronged soul buried in mass, the sharp sound pierces into the eardrums, making one's hair stand on end.

Without Lu Hanjiang's order, a group of Jin Yiwei drew out their knives one after another. This was an instinctive reaction. The sharp whistling sound was too terrifying, and it aroused everyone's thoughts of self-protection.

The howling sound was heard, and everyone was as frightened as if they were facing a wild beast. Even Jin Yiwei was a little hesitant, not knowing who the knife should be cut at.

Lu Hanjiang immediately pointed his backhand at the flustered Yongle. The vast zhenqi was like a dragon boat piercing the sky. No matter how the storm roared, it would not hurt the princess in the slightest.

As for Shang Luo, this girl seemed to be the same as Lu Hanjiang, apart from finding the strange sound harsh, she had no other feelings.

Shang Luo covered half of her ears, her delicate brows were huddled together, and her wrinkled bun face seemed a little annoyed by the cry, but it was far from the point where she subconsciously drew her sword.

Abbot Lingkong's face was sinking like water, he paused his right palm slightly, and raised his left palm at the same time, the golden Buddha behind him swelled with the Buddha's voice, and his shape expanded almost to burst the treasure hall.

Hiss-! !

Just when Abbot Ling Kong was about to get serious, the bricks and tiles on the roof suddenly fell like raindrops. Everyone looked around, and it turned out that a big white snake broke through the dome and rushed into the hall.

"Abbot, be careful!"

When the monster snake attacked, all the monks couldn't help shouting in panic, at the same time, several white-bearded old monks gathered their true energy and rushed to attack.

Several golden light palm prints landed on the white snake's body, causing it to cry out in pain, traces of blood ooze from the vibrating scales, and the white snake's blue vertical pupils were immediately stained with the color of blood, becoming fierce.

But it didn't immediately retaliate against the monks on the spot, but was extremely spiritual, and went straight to the owner Caiwei.

The white snake's body was like a bolt of white lightning, and within a flash, it used its tens of feet long body to divide and disperse the people in the hall.

Abbot Ling Kong paused his gaze, and the surge of true energy was concentrated in the palm of his hand, and a terrifying wave of air naturally rose up, causing all the eminent monks around him to back away in horror, and the entire Great Hall of Great Heroes trembled like chaff.

But at the same time as the white snake jumped out of the hall, the bloody mouth opened slightly, Caiwei poked her head out, and turned her back slightly, her golden red eyes opened slightly, and an invisible force fell on Abbot Lingkong , and stopped the palm force that made him ready to go out in mid-air.

The eyes met for only a moment, but Abbot Lingkong seemed to have experienced a lot, his expression changed several times, and finally he couldn't hit that palm.

During this brief interval, White Snake managed to escape from the hall with Caiwei, which was unexpected by the monks.

Abbot Lingkong paced outside the hall, seeing the white shadow that quickly disappeared in the distance, he couldn't help but look up at the high sky.

The Daxiong Palace behind him was in a mess like a storm passing by. The fight just now was like a flash of lightning, but no matter how the chaos on the ground was, the sky was high and quiet, and the sea of ​​clouds was still there, ethereal and far away, unmoved, untouched. There is joy.

Abbot Lingkong raised his head and looked up at the ten thousand li sky. He didn't lower his head until the burning pain reached his eyes, and then sighed softly: "Amitabha."

(End of this chapter)