The Buddha's name suddenly came, and the sound was like an ancient bell of yellow and grove, echoing in this area. (After anyone on the Internet heard the Buddha's name, they actually felt a sense of peace and peace.

Zhang Ming's eyes lit up suddenly. He was also a strong man in Buddhism, so he could naturally hear the information contained in this Buddhist name. First, this is definitely a strong man in Buddhism, and his cultivation is far above him. Secondly, since this person comes forward, it means that he and others have an additional backer.

When everyone turned around, they immediately saw that the three people who stopped the carriage had already taken a step forward. Their movements were neat and uniform, and they were like one person.

After taking off the hat on his head, three big shiny heads were immediately revealed.

The people around him suddenly realized that these three were also monks, no wonder they had to help Zhang Ming and others.

Zhang Ming's eyes suddenly lit up and he shouted: "It turned out to be three eminent monks, asceticism and suffering Dharma. The disciple Zhuan Zhuan Ming worshiped the three of them."

Behind him, the monks from the Wujing Sect came forward to see each other, and they all looked surprised on their faces.

Yu Linghe glanced at the three young monks. Although they were ragged, their energy was extremely full. After deliberately restraining the aura on their bodies, they could not see their identity as the strong man Rongxuan at all in the eyes of ordinary people.

Even if no one introduced them, Yu Linghe guessed their origins.

Among Buddhism, there is a type of people who are known as ascetic monks. They do not hang orders in fixed temples, but walk around the world. However, during their travels, they do not enjoy themselves, but experience all the sufferings in the world.

It can be said that this is a group of special practitioners who are not worried about anything. No matter how powerful they have, they will never be greedy for enjoyment.

Yu Linghe has no prejudice against such practitioners and is very impressed by their tenacity. However, if he is asked to practice similarly, he may not be willing.

This does not mean that Yu Linghe is not strong in his heart, but that he is the individual differences caused by different personal encounters and ideas.

Of course, Yu Linghe would never underestimate such people, because the ascetic monks are extremely outstanding. Generally speaking, among the same level, few people can defeat these strong people with extremely firm willpower.

The three old monks smiled and returned the tribute, and then saluted Hongmo, and practiced hard first: "Donor, please calm down."

Hong Mo sneered, his aura did not expand, but he did not restrain himself. Instead, he said, "Why, old monk, are you going to stop me?"

Zhang Ming and others were furious. The three cultivators who practiced asceticism enjoyed a great reputation in the Nansi Realm. Among ordinary monks, their reputation has a supreme status. Although they are not as good as immortals like Nansi Buddha, they are by no means insulted by others.

Judging from Hongmo's attitude at this moment, he knew that he had never taken the three people including the asceticism at all.

Such a slight contempt naturally made Zhang Ming and others angry.

If it weren't for the suppression of Hongmo's fierce and unparalleled aura, he knew that he was definitely not the opponent of this evil man. Otherwise, Zhang Ming and others would have taken action to take them down long ago.

However, facing Hongmo's rude attitude, the three of them did not change their faces, and even their eyes did not fluctuate at all. It seemed that they didn't care whether Hongmo was courteous or scolded.

If we only look at the cultivation, these three people have indeed reached the pinnacle.

The cultivator bowed his eyebrows and bowed again, saying, "Donor, please calm down."

When he repeated this sentence, for some reason, everyone present had an extremely harmonious feeling, as if the spring breeze was blowing on his face, making people feel refreshed. Even if there was a little indignation in his heart, it was calmed down the next moment.

A hint of surprise flashed in Yu Linghe's eyes, and the eyes of the old monk looked a little more strange.

Spiritual power?

No, this is by no means a simple use of spiritual power. In other words, Yu Linghe cannot sense any fluctuations in spiritual power at all.

For those of them, it would be a dream to use the verbal attack of spiritual power to cause the other party's mental fluctuations.

Facing a strong man of the same level, if he is not prepared, he will be easily invaded by the other party's spiritual power and change his mentality. If such a person can still cultivate to the realm of Rongxuan, he will be the son of luck.

However, if the son of luck would be so bad, the luck that was everywhere but no one could recognize would have abandoned it long ago.

Therefore, the words that have caused strange effects by practicing asceticism are definitely not attacks on spiritual power.

After a change of thought, Yu Linghe looked up suddenly.

Spiritual power.

This is an extremely rare force, a kind of force of the mind.

Only by recognizing, trusting and persisting from the deepest part of the heart can you gain powerful power.

This is definitely the most exquisite ability in the world, even deeper than spiritual power.

A sharp look flashed in Hongmo's eyes. It was obvious that he also recognized the origin of this power. However, because of this, his eyes not only did not have any fear, but instead became eager to try.

After opening his mouth wide, Hongmo smiled and said, "Okay, the ascetic monks of the Buddha Sect are indeed well-known. I will come and learn about it."

He initially focused on the target of Zhengming and others. Although he could never have committed murderous intentions due to Yu Linghe's face. However, giving Zhengming and others a profound lesson that made them dare not make things difficult for them and others again, that was a ritual that even Yu Linghe would never stop him.

However, when the asceticism appeared and showed a completely different ability, Hong Mo immediately shifted his target.

Compared with people like Asceticism, how could he be interested in merely?

In fact, if it weren't for the huge gap in cultivation between them, Yu Linghe would have the idea of ​​trying it out.

A spiritual practitioner, this is a rare opportunity that is hard to come by.

As soon as Hong Mo finished speaking, his body flashed, he appeared in front of the three people like a ghost.

He yelled and punched him out in his chest.

Although the Phantom Clan is known for its spiritual power, this does not mean that their combat effectiveness is not good. Although the Phantom Clan is not as good as other demon races, in fact, as long as it is a demon race, its physical strength will surpass most of the intelligent races in the world, even the Phantom Clan is no exception.

Seeing Hong Mo's punch ejected, even Yu Linghe shouted in his heart.

Although this punch did not have a sharp whistling sound, it seemed like an ordinary person who had never practiced it and had a random blow.

But this does not mean that the punch is soft and powerless, but because Hong Mo condensed all his power into a point at the moment of taking action. It can be said that his punch has gathered huge power. Once he comes into contact with the other party, the power contained in the punch will explode in an instant.

This seemingly ordinary punch is even more strange and unpredictable than a punch carrying a vigorous and surging momentum, making people unable to defend themselves.

Yu Linghe was also secretly surprised. It seemed that Hong Mo inherited much more things from the ancient demon than he had imagined.

As time goes by, Hong Mo's performance has become more and more impressive.

The ascetic sighed lightly, and he could not make Hong Mo Ji angry and could not do anything about it.

Even if the ascetic monks are unwilling to fight with others, they will not want to be beaten to death.

With his sleeves spread out, the wide sleeves of the hard-working robe wrapped around Hongmo's fist. The cuff was gently swung, and the power of the punch was immediately pulled away.

Hong Mo's steps staggered slightly. Although he was moving in a radius, if he didn't pay attention, he wouldn't be able to pay attention at all, but a hint of shame and anger appeared on his face.

Just then, he was almost sent away by the other party's strength.

If it weren't for the sudden reaction, he would have made a big ugly scene.

Such an understatement of power transformation is simply incredible.

Whether it was Yu Linghe's brothers or the White Dragon Horse, they all showed a hint of surprise.

Although they had known for a long time that Hong Mo would never be able to knock down the Ascetic Cultivation and others with one punch. However, Ascetic Cultivation was too casual.

With such an attitude and such a sleeve robe, it is not like a contest between powerful people of the same level.

However, just like this, a light roll of sleeves turned Hongmo's punch that had gathered great effort into nothing.

Yu Ziyuan's face became solemn, her slender hands swayed slightly, while the two divine swords that had already merged with her made loud trembling sounds in her sea of ​​consciousness.

Although the battle between the two sides was dull at this moment and did not even cause any turmoil. However, this attack had already aroused Yu Ziyuan's fighting spirit, and even the two magic swords felt impatient to soar into the sky.

This is the strong fighting spirit that the magic sword sensed a force that was enough to match him, so he wanted to give it a try.

With one punch and one sleeve, the power changes contained in it have reached such an incredible level.

“Yu…”

The white dragon horse neighed, and it jumped straight to its feet excited. If it weren't for Yu Linghe's comfort, it would have jumped out immediately and attacked directly with its iron hooves.

Yu Linghe's brow frowned slightly, and he could not help but feel the sharp but depressing sword intent of his sister and the eagerness of the White Dragon Horse.

Why are there a group of militants around me?

"Okay, happy!"

Hong Mo's eyes lit up, and he roared and punched him again.

This punch is still not strong, but the power contained in it is even better.

If he still retained the punch just now, then this punch was definitely going all out, and it also used the feminine power of the Phantom Clan's talent to the extreme.
Chapter completed!