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

Elder Yan's scalp almost exploded, and he said in a loud voice: "You have done such an amazing job, are you afraid that the Yuhua Sect will blame you!"

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, so why kill more people to add to the fun?" Ye Junlin laughed.

Boom!

The pagoda, which was already cracked, has reached the edge of collapse.

Elder Yan's breath was weak, and he shouted at the golden boat: "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 the murderer of his father was so powerful!

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

It makes no sense! !

"Quick, take the Holy Son away!"

The Yuhua Sect monk looked flustered and wanted to activate this flying magic weapon with all his strength.

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

Hong Qianye sneered and rushed forward immediately, with her palms wrapped in raging flames, turning into a fire phoenix and bombarding the airship.

"This pair of master and disciple are really crazy..." Seeing this scene, many monks broke out in cold sweat on their foreheads, and their hearts beat wildly in fear.

녈Kill the elders of the Yuhua Sect, and now they also want to kill the Holy Son of the Yuhua Sect!

This Eastern Region is probably going to collapse!

"Amitabha~"

A Buddha chant sounded.

Hong Qianye attacked, but was stopped by the Buddha's light palm print. It was an old monk wearing cassock and twisting Buddha 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 happy and said coldly: "Old bald donkey, can you be more careful?"

Master Jingchan clasped his hands together, with a compassionate expression on his face, "Female donor, when will the injustices be repaid? Why do we have to kill them all?"

"The female donor..."

Hong Qianye's eyes flashed with a cold light, and he said in a sarcastic tone: "Old bald donkey, don't think that I have seen through your Buddhist sect's tricks. You just want to make the Yuhua Sect owe favors. Such hypocrisy really makes me fall. appetite!"

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 morality and justice.

"Female donor, you are too prejudiced against Buddhism and have fallen 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.

"Naughty spirit."

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!

"ah!"

A shrill scream sounded, and as the spiritual weapon shattered, Elder Yan was caught in the air 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 a kind expression.

Seeing Ye Junlin, Master Jingchan calmed down his aura and showed a kind smile, "Donor Ye, this is all a misunderstanding. I just wanted to give some advice to this junior."

"Are you worthy of giving me some advice?"

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

Hong Qianye cupped his hands and said: "Master, I 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 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 and management!"

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, how can you figure out when you will die?"

Ye Junlin sneered.

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

He felt that since he was the Xuankong Temple, and the Eastern Territory was the top Buddhist power, Ye Junlin had just offended the Yuhua Sect, no matter what, he would dare to offend the Xuankong Temple again, right?

boom!

A terrifying fist mark came.

"you!"

Master Jingchan was frightened and angry, and he gritted his teeth and made a hand gesture to resist.

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

There was a bang.

The golden bell was broken into pieces, and Master Jingchan flew over 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 weak persimmon?"

Swish swish swish~

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

Wow, in the hand of Master Jingchan, there is a golden nine-ring tin staff. When it is held in the hand, it bursts out with brilliant brilliance like the sun.

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

In an instant, the terrifying power spread in all directions!

Master Jingchan's cultivation has been promoted to the perfection of the body state, his eyes are blazing with golden light, and he is angry and powerful.

boom……

The Buddha's image, which was five hundred feet high, appeared in the sky, looking majestic and sacred and inviolable.

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

Everyone was shocked.

Xue Yi sneered, "Is this Ye a pig-brained man? He dared to offend the Hanging Temple? Is he too old?"

He was hostile to Ye Junlin and hoped that he would fall.

"Donor Ye, I gave you a chance!"

Master Jingchan said coldly.

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

In this situation, he thought that Ye Junlin could not easily defeat him!

"Something interesting."

Ye Junlin stroked his chin.

Hong Qianye stood aside silently, he wanted to see the limit of this silver-haired young man.

"Now, let me save you!"

Shua, Master Jingchan waved his hand with the Nine Rings Tin Staff, and the surging energy swept away, as if it was going to penetrate the earth.

Ye Junlin raised his hand, "Coffin!"

Boom, the void almost collapsed, an ancient bronze coffin flew out, exuding a vast and long breath.

The ancient coffin is five feet high and nine feet long, showing a nine-five momentum.

This is a burial coffin!

Before, the burial coffin was only a third-grade spiritual weapon, but now with Ye Junlin's breakthrough to the perfection of the fusion realm, this thing has reached the category of a sixth-grade spiritual weapon.

In a flash of lightning, the burial coffin blocked this powerful attack.

"This!"

Master Jingchan's face changed.

"Everyone, go in!" Ye Junlin sneered.

The burial coffin suddenly opened, bursting out with an incomparable and terrifying suction force.

"Okay!"

Master Jingchan's scalp numbed, and he mobilized all his strength to block this suction force.

"Ah..." Who would have thought that the monks behind him flew away one after another, shouting with horror on their faces, "Master, save me!!"

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

"Evil thing! You Xuan Sect actually have evil things!" Master Jingchan didn't know whether it was because of anger or fear, and his whole body was trembling visibly at this time.

Bang!

The Buddha's Dharma was annihilated.

Master Jingchan turned pale, and realizing that death was approaching, he quickly asked for help: "Everyone, this person is an evil cultivator! Hurry up and kill him!"

Good guy, this hat is wrong.

Everyone secretly complained, who dared to help at this time?

"Hurry up and let me go in!?" Ye Junlin shouted, using his magic power to activate the bronze coffin.

Buzz buzz buzz~

A larger attraction forcibly pulled Master Jingchan.

"Damn!" Master Jingchan cried out in despair, and was finally sucked into the burial coffin.

The coffin closed and fell into silence.

At this time, in front of everyone's unbelievable eyes, Ye Junlin's long silver-white hair was flying wildly, and his domineering hands held the burial coffin, his eyes looked around, and his voice was like thunder, echoing everywhere.

Just three words, 놅, reveal an invincible belief.

"Also, 놋, who?!!!"