"Daoist, the purpose of their trip is for the dragon veins in my temple. This treasure is extremely vicious and evil, and it must not fall into the hands of evil spirits!"
When the old abbot saw Wang Yan appearing to help him, he quickly explained the situation.
"Dragon Vein!"
Although the situation was so urgent that it was too late to discuss in detail, the monk was so nervous, and he said that dragon veins are evil things, and he knew what to do after thinking about it.
All in all, it's just right not to let their goals succeed!
"It turns out that it's you. You have been wrong with me and others. It's really a narrow road for enemies! Since we met, then we just happen to settle the old accounts and the new accounts together."
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Master Purdue looked at Wang Yan and said slowly.
"Humph! As a national teacher, I don't know how to serve the country and the people, but instead, I mutilate the world and harm people's lives in vain. Anyone with a conscience in the world can be executed!"
Wang Yan was ruthless, and he pointed the finger at each other between his mouth.
"Hahaha! It is a heinous crime to harm the world. What can you do to me? No one can stop what this seat wants to do."
As soon as Venerable Purdue finished speaking, he waved his long sleeves, and a crimson energy shot at the old abbot next to him. He was caught off guard, and the old abbot died instantly.
"Pfft..."
Blood spurted out, and he didn't even have time to scream, and he was exhausted on the spot.
The speed and power of this move, how fast and domineering, even Wang Yan was able to react. He wanted to stop it, but it was too late.
This person's cultivation and Taoism seems to be much higher than his own!
"Abbot!"
"Monster, I fought with you."
Many monks in the back, seeing the death of the abbot, were furious, and their eyes were about to split.
They are mere mortals, and rushing up is equivalent to dying.
"How is it? I'm afraid? It's not easy for me to think about your practice. If you are willing to swear that you will serve for this seat from now on, this seat can consider spare your life."
Master Purdue looked at Wang Yan, and between his words, he intended to rebel.
"Hahaha! I'm sorry, Pindao never knew how to be a dog, but only beat dogs. Why don't you swear to change your ways and be a servant for me? It's not easy for you to practice, maybe you can spare your life?"
Wang Yan laughed coldly, and directly treated his body.
From a young age, they will level the Jinshan Temple for a treasure today, and from a large age, they may smear the world with blood for their own interests.
If you don't get rid of it as soon as possible, when the power grows, it will be a catastrophe!
The strength and ferocity of the enemy is not scary. What is scary is that they do not have the courage to face the enemy. A dignified monk, as long as he thinks what he is doing is right, as long as it is to eliminate demons and defend the Dao, even if he knows it is impossible to do it, he must do it.
Although he cherishes his life, if the sacrifice is worthwhile, what is there to be afraid of
"Senior brother, why do you have to talk nonsense with him, this person is handed over to junior brother, and you go to the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion to grab the dragon vein first. Once the dragon vein is in hand, the big thing can be accomplished!"
The Master Cihang on the side couldn't hold back, reminded him, and then greeted Wang Yan with a staff, new hatred and old hatred, and there will be a result tonight.
"The thief, eat a certain stick!"
Master Cihang shouted and attacked with his Zen staff.
Master Purdue ignored them and led his disciples to enter.
"The abbot's last order, they cannot be allowed to go to the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion!"
When the monks saw this, they climbed high and shouted, even if they wanted to stop them.
"court death!"
Master Purdue gave them a contemptuous look, completely ignoring them.
Without waiting for the national master to issue orders, his disciples have already unsheathed Qi Qi's swords, running their cultivation, one kills one, and two kills a pair.
"You are not opponents, it is important to escape quickly!"
There were screams and blood splattered one after another. Even though Wang Yan wanted to help, he was entangled by the black-robed monk and couldn't do anything.
He kindly spoke out to remind him, but no one listened to his persuasion.
"Amitabha, I don't go to hell, who goes to hell?"
Among the monks, all the disciples of Fahai who have practiced magic can still resist one or two, while others have no resistance.
Even though they knew that the end was death, they still had to keep going one after another, because they knew that even though the abbot died, the abbot's last wish could not be ignored, and the homeland, the holy place of Buddhism, was not allowed to be defiled by demons.
Some of the Yinshan Sect disciples beheaded the monks who were obstructing their actions, while Master Purdue took another part of the disciples and went straight to the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion.
Master Purdue ran his cultivation, his body was full of blood-red suffocation, and his palms slammed out, hitting the beams and pillars, and the entire Tibetan Sutra Pavilion collapsed.
With an order, all the disciples stepped forward, obeyed his instructions, and waved their hoes and shovels, digging from the square corner base and extending to the center.
The power of the dragon veins is huge, and although the ferocity is sufficient, it can be suppressed underground for so many years. The surrounding four spirits are sealed, and the dragon veins themselves even bless the master's Buddha aura. Backlash, self-destruction and destruction, I am afraid that the gains will outweigh the losses.
In order to make sure nothing goes wrong, the disciples were asked to dig manually.
First, destroy the pattern of the Four Spirits, and remove the hidden danger. Afterwards, when the excavation reaches a certain depth, he can forcibly take it without any scruples.
There were not many monks in Jinshan Temple at first. As a result, at this point in the battle, there were already heavy casualties, and only half of the remaining monks were left.
It's really ridiculous to think about it, but what they have done is really admirable. They only hate that they are not strong enough to bless one party.
“Whoosh whoosh…”
At this moment, Wang Yan was no longer hiding, and the flying sword was thrown out, and the sword energy filled the sky, dazzling, and attacked the black-robed monk fiercely.
In addition, the bundle of immortals is also flying up and down, confusing him.
Controlling two instruments at the same time, Wang Yan's current Taoism, coupled with his proficient practice, has long been able to do it with ease and effortless effort.
Wang Yan's move was as fierce as a move, his vitality surged, and every move was a killer. He only wanted to solve this black-robed monk as soon as possible. The monks in Jinshan Temple may still be able to keep one or two, and they will not be destroyed. kind.
If there is a chance, that Evil Treasure Dragon Vessel will also be destroyed if it can be destroyed.
If it really doesn't work, he can only retreat temporarily and find a way to take revenge in the future. After all, he can't die so uselessly.
The black-robed monk danced his chanting staff, and the suffocating aura filled the air. He couldn't resist Wang Yan's crazy onslaught.
Wang Yan's Taoism has greatly increased, and the two instruments have been baptized. Naturally, their power has also greatly increased, and it is no longer the same as the original appearance. Every sword qi strikes, and the place it passes, suddenly explodes, as if destroying dry grass.
Hit a boulder, the stone will shatter, hit a tree, and easily pierce through, even if it occasionally swept over the Yinshan disciples in the melee, they would be killed on the spot.
"bang bang bang bang..."
One after another, the explosions shook the mountains, just like the wrath of the thunder.
"The thief, I fought with you!"
Wang Yan went all out, eager to win, but after ten rounds, the black-robed monk was already heavy with several swords and even hit several palms on his chest.
A mouthful of blood spurted out, his body was severely injured, and his vitality was severely injured.
As if struggling before death, the black-robed monk roared and raised his Zen staff, which immediately swelled. In the blink of an eye, it was as huge as a pillar supporting the temple. It suddenly turned into a black gas and merged into the Zen staff.
The Zen staff circled in mid-air for a week, and then smashed hard at Wang Yan.
"Desperately fighting with Pindao, you are not qualified enough!"
Wang Yan also snorted, and the vitality in his body continued to flow, like a flood of water, all of which was poured into the flying sword, the Chongxiao sword issued a sharp sword cry, the red light was bright, and it rotated rapidly in the air until There was only one afterimage, and it greeted the huge Zen staff.
"Boom..."
The two magical instruments collided violently and entangled with the air for two rounds.
The sword qi and the black suffocation swayed, and the ground was lifted up by a dust, and the Zen staff fell heavily to the ground, and it was broken into two pieces.
The black-robed monk popped out of his meditation staff and immediately fell to the ground.