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However, after Venerable Asuro killed him on the fort, the situation took a turn for the worse. It was unknown where the sacred foreign thief Vajra turned against the enemy, and Venerable Asuro was unable to fight back.

And it wasn't a fluke to gain the upper hand for a while, they could clearly sense the rapid decline of Venerable Asuro's aura.

"Knot, knot..."

The old monk's mouth trembled, and he roared in the language of the Western Regions:

"Quickly form an array to help Venerable Asuro kill the enemies outside and protect the pagoda."

"court death!"

Xu Qi'an kicked Asuro's chest with both feet, and at the same time threw out the peace knife.

huh~

The peace knife whizzed away, turning into a dark golden light like a swimming fish, flexibly interspersed among the monks.

Wherever it passed, Zen masters fell down one after another, or their heads flew up, or their upper body was separated from their lower body, or their knees were cut off.

There are only a few fourth-rank Zen masters who perform Zen skills at critical moments, protecting the body with Buddha light, and blocking the cutting of the knife light.

In the extraordinary combat power in the past, the performance of the Taiping Dao was as flat as its name, and even a little stretched, but it did not mean that it was not strong.

The main reason is that the enemy the master faces is too high-level, and it is difficult for a small broken knife that has just been born with wisdom to play a decisive role.

But during this period of time, it has been warmed in the dragon's air, and its edge has become sharper.

It has grown gradually and can play a great role in the Transcendent Realm.

But right now, when dealing with this group of Zen masters, you can't say chopping melons and vegetables, you can only say cutting tofu.

"Form in place!"

An old monk growled.

The Zen masters responded immediately, and several people, or a dozen or so people, sat cross-legged in place to form a Zen formation.

Sure enough, it blocked this invincible magic weapon, making it difficult for it to break through the layers of protective golden light, but this also made the monks unable to help Asuro, preventing Sun Xuanji from breaking through the formation.

In the "crack" sound of beams being broken and the "crash" sound of scattered bricks, the sealed tower finally couldn't support it and collapsed.

Sun Xuanji took this opportunity to see the scene inside the tower clearly.

In the center of the first floor, an octagonal base is cast in gold, and on the base is a lotus platform cast in gold.

Regardless of the base or the lotus, they are all engraved with densely packed Buddhist inscriptions, which are part of the sealing formation, but now, these Buddhist gates are dimmed and turned into pure inscriptions, no longer magical.

On the lotus platform, there are vigorous and slender thighs with smooth muscle curves.

It has been sealed here for 500 years, but there is no sign of withering and exhaustion, and it is as fresh as the legs of a living person.

The Tower of Sealing has three floors, and there are many Zen masters sitting cross-legged on each floor.

With the collapse of the pagoda, these Zen masters kept sitting cross-legged and fell one after another. Even if they fell from a high altitude, they still maintained cross-legged postures without waking up or resisting.

Sun Xuanji opened the sachet and aimed at those legs.

The sachet was whirling, and the legs were easily sucked into it.Then, he glanced at the swaying Zen masters like sculptures, hesitated a little, and gave up the idea of ​​killing them all.

Before the two sides had a hostile fight, these Zen masters were innocent people in the eyes of Senior Brother Sun.

He couldn't bring himself to kill innocents.

Even if one day in the future, these Zen masters will be his enemies, but that is in the future, and by that time, he will not be relentless in killing his enemies.

"it is good!"

Sun Xuanji let out a succinct roar, the light rose from his feet, and he teleported back to the fort.

The fort bloomed with clear light, and immediately disappeared into the dark night sky.

Seeing this, Xu Qi'an did not hesitate, and resolutely gave up the combo against Asuro, staring at the Buddha Pagoda rising into the sky, and shouted:

"Peace!"

The Taiping knife whizzed back, letting the owner step on the spine of the knife, one by one, flying away through the air.

It wasn't that Xu Qi'an was merciful, and Asuro's aura plummeted after being hit by a magic nail, but it didn't mean that the youngest son of King Shura was abolished, he was still in the Transcendent Realm.

Wufu is notoriously difficult to kill, and the stump of Shenshu has been taken away, so there is no need to stay here, and things will change later.

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Nanfa Temple, which had gone through a great battle, was a bit of a mess, the damage was mainly concentrated in the west courtyard, and the rest of the area, except for Xu Qi'an's knife, which penetrated more than half of Nanfa Temple, was basically not affected.

The Aso Compass sits on a square without a single good brick, with a pagoda crumbling into ruins in the background.

His skin was no longer dark, but it was not the unique dark golden color of King Kong, and the fire ring at the back of his head was extinguished. At this moment, he looked more like an ordinary monk.

At most, it is ugly and handsome.

The dark golden nail lay quietly in front of him.

Venerable Asuro, of course, masters the secret method of unlocking the magic nail, and also has this strength.

Fortunately, it was only a magic sealing nail that entered his body. Although his strength was damaged, it would not become a useless person, and he still had the strength to pull it out by himself.

If all the nine magic nails penetrated into his body, he could only return to Alando to seek help from Bodhisattvas and Arhats.

An old monk led more than a dozen disciples into the west courtyard. The disciples stopped in place, and the old monk stepped forward slowly, clasping his hands together:

"Venerable Asuro, the demon monk's stump has been taken away, what should I do?"

This old monk has a wrinkled face and a skinny body. He is the presiding master of Nanfa Temple.

One hundred and nine years old.

In today's Buddhism, in the eyes of ordinary disciples, most of the highly respected people are the "Pan" generation, and the previous generation is the "Du" generation. The monks of the "Du" generation have either achieved extraordinary achievements or have already turned into loess.

A strong man in the extraordinary field cannot be described as highly respected.

"I will tell Guangxian Bodhisattva."

Asuro sat cross-legged majestically, neither happy nor sad.

Host Pan Nian nodded, and said in an old hoarse voice: