At this moment, suddenly a huge bell rang and cut the entire Dayan Mountain, straight into the sky, and the eight monks suddenly opened their eyes all at once, looking at each other, only to see that Wei Yushuang's ghost on the ground did not disappear, but still stayed in place, because these monks stopped chanting, Wei Yushuang's pain also stopped, trembling and curled into a ball, like a helpless child.
The bell rings the bell, but ......
This is not the sound of being struck, but the sound of the Lingyin bell hanging outside the Lingyin Temple, being cut in two and falling to the ground!
Then there was an incomparably eerie and cold voice, like stereo, floating in the sky above the entire Lingyin Temple, like thunder in the nine heavens.
"The old bald donkey of Lingyin Temple, if you dare to catch my woman, I will turn your Lingyin Temple into dust today!"
I saw Chen Feng standing in front of the door of Lingyin Temple angrily, in front of him was an ancient bell that was split in half by him, a knife and fork in the mud, and the sword body made a "buzzing ......" sound.
"What a bold man, who are you?
Why do you want to come to my Lingyin Temple to make trouble!
” A monk from Lingyin Temple, seeing Chen Feng split their treasure of the temple, the Lingyin Bell, in half, immediately walked over to him and asked.
"Get out!"
Chen Feng didn't even bother to say nonsense, he directly punched him, and a sound of broken bones sounded, only to see this monk spray a mouthful of blood mist into the sky, and his whole person had been punched by Chen Feng, flying out more than ten meters away, and when his body fell from the air, he was already dying.
Zhikong's original Gu Jing Wubo's heart suddenly became turbulent, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he saw his body move, and he suddenly flew out of the Luohan Palace, and landed in front of Chen Feng lightly.
"Who are you?
Why do you want to come to my Lingyin Temple to make trouble?
Zhikong looked at Chen Feng with great vigilance and asked him.
Zhikong couldn't even see Chen Feng's strength, which made him feel terrified, usually this happens, there are generally only two possibilities, one is that this person's strength is too low, and the other is that this person's strength is so high that he can't see it, at this time, even a fool knows that it will not be the first possibility.
"Who am I?
I am your old man, the old bald donkey, you kidnapped my woman, and you still ask me who I am?
I see that you are **** to eat too much and eat stupid you!
” Chen Feng was so angry now that he didn't even have the demeanor of a master, so he scolded directly.
That shoot Zhikong is empty, and he was also scolded by Chen Feng so much that his face jumped, even if his cultivation was high, he couldn't stand it, and snorted coldly: "That female benefactor raised ghosts and evil things without authorization, and the old man had no ill will towards her, but just brought her back and used Buddhism to eliminate the ghosts and evil things she raised, so as not to cause disaster to the world." ” "Elimination?
I'll kill your old mother, old bald donkey, are you the onion?
You say extinguish, extinguish?
How old are you, I killed more than 100 monks in your whole temple, and the chickens and dogs were not left, do you say it's okay?
” Chen Feng hadn't been so angry before, but when he heard that this old bald donkey wanted to destroy Wei Yushuang's ghost, he suddenly became even more angry.
"Anitabha, donor, the monk pays attention to compassion and purifies all sentient beings, the old man doesn't want to go against you, but you are so aggressive, then don't blame the old man for being unkind to you!"
Mingkong is also a person with a head and a face, and he was scolded by Chen Feng by pointing his nose like this, not to mention a monk, even a Buddha has fire, and said to the warrior monk who was protecting the temple behind him: "Trap him with the eighteen Arhat array." ” Eighteen warrior monks ran up together, surrounded by Chen Feng's group, eighteen Arhats are named according to the image characteristics of the whole body, not a formal Buddha name, generally refers to descending dragons, tigers, laughing lions, riding elephants, sitting deer, cloth bags, plantains, long eyebrows, joy, contemplation, crossing the river, probes, tota, digging ears, watching, happy, raising bowls, and meditating.
Each Arhat has its own tricks, and when they cooperate with each other, their power will increase several times and several times, and they can dispatch the Eighteen Arhat Formation, indicating that Zhikong has treated Chen Feng as a great enemy in his life.
"Eighteen Arhats, huh?
Then I will beat you into eighteen Luo Han Guo, so that you can clear heat and detoxify, and moisten your intestines!
” Chen Feng didn't even use the knife, his figure moved, and he had disappeared in place, appearing in front of these Arhats, the head of the formation was the Dragon Descending Arhats, he saw Chen Feng appear in front of him, he did not retreat but advanced, clasped his hands together, and planned to use his body to resist Chen Feng's punch.
Chen Feng sneered, and a punch slammed into his chest without hesitation, this dragon descending arhat didn't even have a chance to make a sound, only heard a "bang", he had already flown more than ten meters away, and he couldn't even climb up.
The other Arhats were all stunned, only to see that Chen Feng was like a butterfly wearing flowers, and after a circle, the open space was already empty, and the so-called eighteen Arhats had all been in the end, if it weren't for Chen Feng's mercy, they would already be a dead man.
Zhikong saw the eighteen warrior monks of Lingyin Temple, in less than three minutes, he had been beaten half-crippled by this mysterious man, his pupils contracted again and again, he had already overestimated Chen Feng's strength, but he didn't expect that this Chen Feng's strength was so strong.
Zhikong knew that if he didn't make a move, no one here would be able to stop Chen Feng, he took the Buddha bead necklace hanging around his neck in his hand, and then the robe on his body shook, and an incomparably powerful innate realm momentum emanated, and even the ground was blown up with a cloud of wind and sand.
"Donor, your strength is very strong, it is not easy in the modern world, but you must know that it is not easy to practice, there is a way to put down the butcher's knife, stand on the ground and become a Buddha, the sea of suffering is boundless, and turning back is the shore ......"
Zhikong's momentum is already different from just now, although he admits that Chen Feng's strength is very good, but at his current age, no matter how powerful he is, it is rare that he can match the strength of his innate realm?
"I'll let your mother go, a bald donkey in a small congenital realm dares to teach me a lesson without shame, and really when you yourself are Guanyin Bodhisattva?
Do you have what it takes?
” What Chen Feng hates the most is this kind of fake guy, who has been studying Buddha for a few years, and really thinks that he is really purifying sentient beings.
I saw Chen Feng's hand move, and the knife standing on the ground flew out at three hundred and sixty-five degrees, and fell in his hand, and then Chen Feng's body leaned forward, holding the knife in both hands, and shouted, only to hear a loud bang, Chen Feng had already exuded all the momentum of the Imperial Qi Realm, with his body as the center, like a mushroom cloud, spreading outward, only to hear the sound of the ground cracking, only to see the blue bricks and gravel under Chen Feng's feet all flying, like raindrops, It fell to the ground crackling and bouncing.
The entire Lingyin Temple was shrouded in the powerful momentum of Chen Feng's Imperial Qi Realm, some monks couldn't even breathe, and the destruction was about to be triggered, Zhikong was suddenly frightened, where did he still have his previous composure at the moment, and immediately shouted in panic: "You are the Imperial Qi Realm!"
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