Seeing that Feng Wuchen wanted to take Ye Xiao away, the three old monks immediately panicked.
"Feng Donor! What are you doing? Let go of Buddha quickly!"
But Feng Wuchen's eyes were full of fierceness: "I just want to take my brother away today, don't let the three of you stop me!"
"impossible!"
Monk Scar immediately stopped in front of Feng Wuchen. His monk's robes were billowing crazily due to the strong wind. In an instant, his body suddenly rose up and turned into a hundred-foot-long Vajra giant. He struck down with a palm and blocked the way.
There is no way to go.
"The incarnation of King Kong? No...this King Kong looks ferocious, it is clearly a method of the devil!"
At this time, I heard the giant roaring like thunder, mixed with the voices of one Buddha and one demon: "Donor! Put down the Buddha! Turn around and find the shore!"
Feng Wuchen did not retreat at all: "Don't even think about it! Get out of my way!"
After being carried along by Feng Wuchen and running wildly, Ye Xiao's face turned pale with fright when he saw such a battle again.
Even so, he was also worried about Feng Wuchen's safety: "Holy shit! You damn bald donkey... If you dare to hurt my boss, I will fight with you whether you believe it or not!"
Perhaps because they were worried about Ye Xiao, the remaining two old monks looked at each other: "Trapped him before we talk!"
The old monk in black soared up into the sky, clasped his hands, and muttered words. Then he saw black chains extending from the void everywhere, sealing the world. The fat monk suddenly reached out and aimed
Captured in the void.
Almost at the same time, a big golden hand appeared above Feng Wuchen, pressing towards him!
Seeing that the magical powers of these three people were difficult to deal with, Feng Wuchen did not dare to be careless. He immediately activated the Nine Tribulations Sword Intent and used One Qi to Transform Three Pure Ones, creating two incarnations. At the same time, Long Yuan's five swords came out at the same time.
He barely restrained the scarred monk and the old monk in black.
That huge palm fell from the sky, and the surrounding area suddenly wrinkled with strong winds, but this Wuchen seat could no longer avoid it.
“The Kingdom of Buddha is in the palm of your hand!”
Feng Wuchen recognized this magical power at a glance.
Those methods were used by the former Buddhist masters.
Based on the great magical power created by Naxumi's method of mustard seeds, the palm of your hand can be turned into a Buddhist kingdom with a flip of your hand. Once you fall into it, the gods will not be able to escape.
"Donor! Put down the Buddha... I won't embarrass you!"
"You are at the end of your rope! Why don't you give up?"
"..."
Facing the pressure from all directions, Feng Wuchen gritted his teeth and actually put away the five fairy swords.
"Haha...are you going to bow your head?"
Just as the three old monks were thinking this, the white-haired young man suddenly shouted: "You're on the fifth floor, borrow your sword and use it!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a black light flashed and quickly disappeared into Feng Wuchen's palm, turning into a single-edged ancient sword that was completely black.
As soon as he got the ancient sword, Feng Wuchen's aura instantly changed drastically.
Wrapped with black energy and boundless fierce light, he seemed to be an evil Shura ghost crawling out of the Nine Netherworld.
Even Ye Xiao in his hand was frightened.
"Boss... you..."
"What kind of power is that? Is it so terrifying?"
"It's neither an immortal nor a demon... nor a Buddha, but a pure rage! That rage even surpasses the Buddha's killing sword! How can there be such power in the world?"
Just as the three old monks were astonished, Feng Wuchen's pupils turned into pitch black and he pointed his sword towards the sky.
"cut!"
"Whoosh!"
Then he heard the sound of a sword.
Within a radius of thousands of miles, sword energy was flying around.
Hundreds of sword marks instantly appeared on the giant who was a hundred battles tall.
At the same time, the surrounding black chains were also directly cut off by this sword.
As for the Buddha Kingdom in the Palm, it was even more affected by this.
Tian's sword energy poked a huge hole!
"Walk!"
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Feng Wuchen cut through the space with the edge of his sword, picked up Liu Fei, stepped out, and in the next moment, appeared outside Hanshan Temple.
Outside the temple, the young monk from Daleiyin Temple was chanting sutras with his head lowered. When he suddenly saw this scene, his expression froze. ??
"call!"
Then they saw the bodies of Feng Wuchen and the others turned into a gust of wind. In the blink of an eye, they flew thousands of miles away, and a moment later, the three old monks chased them out in a hurry.
"Fozi...Fozi has been captured!"
After hearing these words, the monk was stunned again. He turned his head somewhat mechanically and looked at the direction where Feng Wuchen disappeared. Then he turned back and looked at several old monks.
But they saw several old monks in a miserable state. The scarred monk had several sword marks all over his body, which were densely packed and dripping with blood. The fat monk had a big hole in the palm of his right hand, revealing the white bones of his hand.
The face of an old monk in black with no external injuries was slightly pale. Obviously, the chains were cut off, and he also suffered a lot of backlash.
"I'm so angry! I'm so angry!"
For a moment, the fat monk, who was usually the calmest, turned into a ferocious face. When he was angry, an evil ghost mask actually appeared on his face, which was extremely penetrating.
"call!"
But soon, he calmed down and returned to his usual appearance.
The young monk was silent for a moment and then asked: "May I ask the three masters, whether the Buddhist Dharma discussion can still be held as scheduled?"
"What the hell!" At this moment, the old monk in black gave up his previous demeanor of an eminent monk and began to use swear words unscrupulously: "Fuck... the Buddha has been taken away, you still want to talk about it
Fa, go talk to ghosts!"
The fat monk's tone was relatively gentle, and he said to the monk: "Amitabha
Buddha! Please also ask your nephew to inform Master Kong Ming of the incident, and ask him to come to the Hokuriku Star Region, at least... to save the Buddha!"
The monk nodded: "Amitabha, young monk understands..."
After saying that, he slowly turned around and gradually disappeared into the void.
The remaining three old monks looked at each other in silence.
"What should we do now..."
The fat monk was silent for a long time and smiled bitterly: "It was our miscalculation. I didn't expect that he... would be so strong that he snatched people away from us! He even broke through the blockade of the small world. That moment
Sword...it is rare to find an opponent in this world!"
Monk Scar was so angry that he blew his beard and glared. He didn't even have time to care about the sword marks all over his body, and said in a bad tone: "What does he think he is doing? What he is doing will only harm the Buddha!"
"Ahem..." The old monk in black coughed lightly and said with a wry smile: "Yes! I finally found the memory fragments of Buddha and got a chance. If Buddha can completely remember his past life,
It doesn’t mean that there is no chance of winning! But he kidnapped it from the small world... but all the plans for us were in vain!"
The pain on the fat monk's face was even worse: "Sigh... if he loses again this time and Dayeiyin Temple becomes the orthodox Buddhist sect, who will we be?"
"Alas... they can't tolerate us! If we lose this game, we will lose the whole game. You and I will both be wandering ghosts..."
"..."
At this moment, Feng Wuchen had already put the ancient sword back into the fifth level of Longyuan, and the anger in his eyes slowly dissipated after a long time.
After a moment, Ye Xiao was heard murmuring: "Boss... that... that sword! Where did you get it from?"
Feng Wuchen glanced slightly sideways: "I asked a guy to borrow it, what happened?"
Chapter completed!