Master, you misread the person!

Zheng~~~!

The trident descended from the sky wrapped in black ghost energy.

A powerful force vows to pierce the earth.

I don't know if Lin Bai has been tricked, because the ghost is lingering, I can't see clearly at all.

Lin Bai's body can only be seen falling through the cracks entwined by the ghostly aura.

Rumble!
The ground trembled, and dust and smoke rose everywhere.

Numerous cracks spread around Lin Bai's position.

After a while, fissures and gullies formed, the widest of which reached more than one foot, and the depth could not be seen to the bottom.

The old monk's snow-white beard flew without any wind, hanging in the air with the golden bell cover on his head.

Behind him, there seemed to be endless darkness.

Occasionally, an extremely ugly face appeared in the darkness, which made people tremble with fear!
Eighteen warrior monks and Zen masters piled up to form a steeple, and the old monk received his meritorious service and dropped it on the top of the tower.

After a long time, the smoke and dust dispersed, exposing a huge deep pit on the ground.

The pit was like an abyss, pitch black and bottomless, and Lin Bai could not be seen at all.

Has been buried in the abyss?

"Amitabha!"

The old monk glanced at it, put his hands together and recited the Buddha's name in a low voice.

"Finding the dead body is of great use."

This is the first time he has seen a kung fu that can make his body bigger, but it is a pity that he is vulnerable. If he is alive, he can ask what the kung fu is.

What a pity, what a pity.

"Goodness, goodness..."

The old monk slowly closed his eyes with a peaceful face.

How can there be the slightest odious appearance just now.

Four monks flew out from under the spire, standing on the edge of the abyss.

Glancing at it with the probe, he secretly sighed that the abbot's Dharma is profound, and that a single blow can cause terrible damage. The corpse of the attacker must have been frozen.

But the abominable thing is that the gate of the temple was destroyed, and it had to be repaired by benefactors from all walks of life.

They muttered curses at Lin Bai, and jumped down into the abyss.

Suddenly, the old monk opened his eyes suddenly, and the abyss was reflected in his pupils. In the next second, four corpses flew out of the abyss.

"He's not dead!"

As soon as these words fell, a huge statue appeared in the gray sky.

Wearing a crown on the head, the majesty of the emperor is blowing to the face.

The voiceless voice is mighty and mighty, shocking the mind.

Vision: Nine Heavens and Ten Earths!

Yu Dan Wuliangtian!
emperor!
Puff puff……

The nineteen monks under the old monk's feet all vomited blood like spray.

From a distance, it looks like a blood lotus blooming.

boom! ! !
In the abyss, a person shot out like a cannonball, holding a magic knife, and the dark red flames of the knife were leaping and jumping.

"Artifact!"

Still a magic knife.

The old monk's pupils shrank suddenly, and greed flashed again.

But it was quickly hidden by him.

The fourteen monks showed even more despair.

Because when the man flew out, he cut it with a knife.

The sharp blade traversed the sky and the earth, splitting the human tower composed of fourteen monks to pieces.

Severed limbs and severed heads fell from the sky, a scene of hell.

The old monk had no time to grieve, and raised his hands to prop up the golden bell jar of Dafan.

when! ! !
The Great Xia Sparrow slashed at the golden mask, causing ripples.

The Sanskrit characters on the golden bell jar of Dafan scattered and gathered, gathered and scattered again, and were on the verge of collapse.

Behind the old monk, Ghost Yaksha emerged like a phantom, holding the trident with both hands and thrusting it down obliquely, reaching directly between Lin Bai's eyebrows.

Yu Dan Wuliang opened his thin lips lightly: "Break!"

The trident shattered immediately, turning into a smoky ghost.

Ghost Yasha was shocked, suddenly dissipated, and suddenly appeared again, as if unwilling to disappear.

"Amitabha!"

The old monk suddenly recited the Buddha's name, raised his hands above his head and swiped forward.

The Dafan Golden Bell Shade rotated accordingly, clanging against the blade, trying to shake the Daxia Dragon Sparrow back.

"Benefactor, you must have used up all kinds of supernatural powers, and your dantian must have been exhausted. Even if supernatural powers are incomparable, the foundation is shallow after all. It is wishful thinking to kill the old monk by leapfrogging."

The old monk moved his hands to the left and right, and made two clangs, shaking the big summer sparrow away and sending Lin Bai flying.

The dissipated Ghost Yaksha reappeared behind the old monk, as if it was real.

Lin Bai had a chance to kill the old monk when Yu Dan Wuliang was shaking Ghost Yasha.

But just as the old monk said, using this vision had already consumed most of Lin Bai's true energy, and he had no energy left to break the golden bell cover of Dafan.

Lin Bai fell to the ground, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and looked up at the old monk who was in mid-air.

"Vald donkey, you have the ability to hide in a turtle shell for the rest of your life."

"Almsgiver, even if I let go of the golden bell jar, you will not be able to split the old monk's body." The old monk persuaded: "The almsgiver has a predestined relationship with my Buddha, so you should put down the butcher knife and take refuge in my Buddha. Namo Amitabha, Namo Amitabha ..."

The Buddha Dharma that was chanted repeatedly entered the mind instantly, as if the sound of a magic voice filled the ears and could not be lingered.

Lin Bai's turbulent heart gradually calmed down at this moment, and his murderous intentions were exhausted. He wanted to convert to Buddhism and become a Buddha immediately.

"The Buddha wants to ferry me?"

Suddenly, the corners of Lin Bai's mouth curled up, "It's a pity, I'm poor!"

He bowed his head and said silently:

"Wood Emperor Kung Fu!!!"

With the operation of the kung fu, the spiritual energy between the heaven and the earth gathered and gathered in Lin Bai's dantian.

Although he didn't instantly fill his dantian with true energy, the speed of recovery was faster than the effect of taking drugs.

It also allowed Lin Bai to run his true energy to stay awake and compete with the Buddha's voice that transformed him.

In this way, one ebb and flow, Lin Bai was unable to sacrifice the vision again, let alone slash again.

The gap between him and the old monk's realm is too huge, two big realms behind.

If it weren't for the vision, artifacts and skill bonuses, there would be no way to compete with the old monk.

It is really not easy to tie the game at this moment.

Could it be that we must use Taoist means?
"It's such a miraculous skill that can absorb the spiritual energy of plants and trees." The old monk was amazed, "Which family are you a disciple of, how can you have so many treasures and supernatural powers, but your martial arts cultivation is so low?"

In the eyes of the old monk, Lin Bai must be the core disciple of some unborn big family.

Only such a big family can give so many shocking treasures and supernatural powers at once.

It's a pity that this disciple is a mallet, and he doesn't understand that cultivating the Tao is the foundation.

No matter how many treasures there are, no matter how magical powers there are.

Without cultivation as the foundation, it is simply not enough to exert its true power.

But he has a passion to eliminate demons and defend Taoism, but he doesn't know that he is a moving treasure-giving boy.

The old monk was moved by that artifact.

As for martial arts and supernatural powers, with his strong heart, he probably won't stay.

The old monk is very pragmatic and only takes what can be seen.

"Which family disciple? Which family do you think I am?"

No response heard.

Lin Bai looked up and saw the old monk staring at the big summer sparrow in his hand.

There was an evil smile on the corner of his mouth, "Come down, I'll tell you."

When speaking, he intentionally poured his true energy into it, making the dark red flame on Daxia Longquedao's body flutter and burn.

The domineering and aesthetic feeling of the artifact deeply attracted the old monk.

Even the old monk preached scriptures all day long, and often talked about the need for monks to have their six senses clean, without desires or desires.

But at this moment, under the temptation of the artifact.

The lust of greed, hatred and ignorance finally broke out.

No one can resist the temptation of the artifact.

Including monks.

The old monk jumped down, and behind him, Fa Xiang Gui Yasha swooped down with a ferocious face.

Lin Bai flipped his hand, and a middle-grade spirit stone appeared in his hand.

crumb.

Click!

The green aura of spiritual energy flourished, slowly swallowed into the stomach under the horrified eyes of the old monk...