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Chapter 1873 Get out and add more for Dream Return to Loulan

However, soon, the Zen-minded little monk regained his composure, clasped his hands together, pinched a unique Buddhist hand formula, and recited the Buddhist scriptures again, this time not silently, but loudly. His voice With a hint of compassion, it has a hint of influence, and it makes people's minds turbulent. After hearing the Buddhist voice of the little monk with a Zen heart, the group of wild beasts suddenly became hesitant and confused again. Get up, turn around in place, only a few beasts are fighting with Master Huikong and others.

"Hooho..."

There were two more majestic and desolate tiger-like roars in succession, and the group of wild beasts went crazy again, more ferocious than ever, and rushed towards the monks in the yard, and soon, someone else Injured, even a master like Master Huiming was torn a long wound on his back by the sharp claws of a leopard.

And the young monk with a Zen heart turned even paler, showing a look of pain, the voice of chanting suddenly stopped, and a line of blood slowly flowed out from the corner of his mouth.

All this happened so fast that it didn't even take a cup of tea, and even these eminent monks couldn't hold it anymore, because there were still wild beasts pouring in from the temple gate, as if the gate had been opened The flood is endless.

At this time, in front of the main hall of the Dakong Temple, countless corpses of wild beasts had already been laid down, and the stumped limbs and arms of several great monks were mixed among them. The whole scene was too bloody for people to bear to look directly at.

At this time, a thin figure slowly came from the back of the main hall, with his hands behind his back, a stooped body, a solemn expression, and a pair of sharp eyes, like the brightest star in the night sky.

His eyes have never been so gloomy and cold as at this moment. The coldness shot out from his eyes seems to have turned into substance. Wherever his eyes look, those crazy beasts will let out a burst of "whooping" Wailing, trembling with its tail between its legs.

This person is the belated Master Fan. Following his slow moving steps, although silent, it is like an undercurrent at the bottom of the river, completely disrupting everything in the field, and those beasts seem to feel Feeling an extremely strong sense of oppression, they stopped immediately and looked in the direction of Master Fan.

This is a kind of aura, a kind of aura that shocks the soul only when one's cultivation has reached a certain level. Not only people, but even the fierce tiger, the king of beasts, can feel this kind of aura. Trembling with fright, he backed away again and again.

"Hey! Get out, old man... get out... get out..."

Master Liaofan used the Buddhist lion's roar, although the roar was not loud, it was like a burst of muffled thunder exploding in everyone's ears. The roar formed an invisible sound wave, which echoed over the entire Dakong Temple, and it took a long time before it gradually subsided.

Everyone present was still and stood there stupidly, feeling as if someone had slapped a stick on the head, and the gold stars flashed in front of them, as if they were going to faint, after a long while I just came back to my senses.

Looking at those beasts again, they were all frozen in place like stones, their eyes were terrified and numb. Many beasts fell to the ground on the spot, bleeding from their seven orifices, and died on the spot. ~
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