Shortly after the Monkey Zen Master fell into Nirvana, a stream of light descended from the sky.

The monks who were guarding the outermost part of the temple couldn't help but hold the magic weapon in their hands and stared at the place where the stream of light fell.

As the treasure light turned, a young man in white stumbled to the ground. There was a deep bone-visible wound on his back, and there were wisps of black air rising from the wound, obviously he was injured by some magic weapon.

"Lin Qing, why are you?" One of the monks recognized the identity of the person and his eyes changed.

When Lin Qing heard someone calling him, he looked up at the appearance around him and said strangely: "Senior Brother, are you?"

"They are protecting the law!" A gloomy voice came from the void, and then one after another, one saw skeletons as big as fists roaring out of it, quickly forming a huge skeleton in the air.

These fist-sized skeletons opened their mouths one by one, sucking and spitting out wisps of bloody flames, and the strong smell of blood filled the void. The faint sound of ghosts and gods cried and howled incessantly, which made everyone present beware of it.

"Old Monster Youquan!" Several guardian monks surrounding the temple bowed their heads and recited scriptures. Straws of Buddha light rose from all directions. Sandalwood overflowed in the Buddhist light singing, and a thousand-petal golden lotus slowly bloomed with the temple as the center.

Then, circles of light wheels emerged behind the lotus, and countless scenes were vaguely displayed. These scenes rotated on the wheel like a brief glance, forming a perfect cycle similar to a mandala flower.

In the end, a Buddha with a unclear face but magnificent sacred and solemn appearance, as thick as Mount Sumeru, appeared in the wheel of light.

After the Buddha appeared, a breath that suppressed Daqian and locked in the void fell to prevent all external demons from invading.

"Mandala?" Youquan looked at the Buddha light in front of him and sneered: "If I personally set up the formation, I will turn around and leave immediately, but just you guys want to compete with me too? Go and die!"

The huge blood skeleton composed of countless skeletons opened its mouth, and a skeleton flew to the mouth, and the blood light continued to gather, and finally the blood-colored skeleton turned into a round light bead.

"Boom..." As a blood-colored light flashed, a little bit of red appeared on the corners of the mouths of several guardian monks, and Lin Qing's screams came.

"Not good!" A guardian monk exclaimed, his mind was lost for a moment, and the old monster Youquan seized the opportunity.

Blood-colored skeletons flew out and rushed into the mandala cycle where some loopholes had appeared. The skeletons seemed to fall into the sand between the gears and were constantly crushed.

The dirty and red blood water climbed up the golden lotus little by little along the cycle of mandala, but it also rose up red mist under the Buddha's light, and countless crying and howling faces struggled in it.

"Little monks, I said that if I just pointed to the immortal one and took action, I would leave immediately. You guys are far from each other!"

As he said that, the old monster Youquan grabbed Lin Qing and threw it at the loophole.

"Amitabha!" Several monks who protected the Dharma smiled bitterly. Lin Qing was actually the benefactor of the Zen Master Enlightenment in the past, so how could they watch him die under the mandala?

After looking at each other, a monk put his hands together, then emitted a Buddha's light, turning into a thousand-leaf lotus to protect Lin Qing.

"Hahahaha!" Seeing this, the old monster Youquan laughed and did not entangle with them too much. Countless skeletons quickly passed through the loopholes of Mandala, and the passing of each skeleton would cause the Buddha's Dharma image to appear faintly in the void to continue to shake.

Finally, after the last skeleton flew over, the Thousand-Piece Golden Lotus instantly cracked, and the people who set up the formation fell to the ground one after another.

"Let's go!" Seeing this, the monk who saved Lin Qing raised his hand to release a Buddha's light, wrapped around the brothers around him, turned into a ray of light, and disappeared in front of the old monster Youquan.

"Let you go this time!" The old monster Youquan felt the few time in the dark, and greedily glanced at the monks around him. Most of these guardian monks followed the Monkey King Monk for hundreds of years and have achieved success in their practice. If they swallowed them, the old monster Youquan felt that most of his problems could be solved.

But he knew better that the opportunity he could do now was the number of days, and it was also created by some old demons for him. After this time, those Buddhist masters who were related to the Monkey Zen Master would definitely come here to gather quickly.

Therefore, the old monster Youquan specially accepted the help of an old demon, found Lin Qing, and broke the Mandala formation as soon as possible.

"One finger, get out of me! Get out of me!" After rushing into the temple, the old monster Youquan made a sound of ghosts crying and wolves howling. This sound was a magical power of the Demon Sect. After he spoke, the sound spread thousands of miles.

Several guardian monks who flew away were penetrated by this brain-piercing sound, and their heads were split. Lin Qing, who was the most serious and had the lowest cultivation level, felt that his chest was as if he had been hit hard by a giant hammer, and his qi and blood were churning, and he opened his mouth and sprayed a mouthful of blood.

Seeing this, the monk who rescued them smiled bitterly, sat cross-legged, and recited the scriptures silently. The silent Sanskrit sound surrounded the surroundings, weakening the falling demon sounds.

As for the old monster Youquan in the temple, while using magic sounds to force him, he also released his skeletons, flew in all directions, spitting out black smoke and blood light, and quickly forming a magic array.

The rolling black smoke spreads in the void, and the blood light merges into it, turning into endless Yin thunder and demon light, sweeping over the sky, and some of the magic light and blood light merge into countless Nine Nether blood flames. In addition, there are various vicious magic intertwined in it.

‘Interestingly, each of the blood skeletons condensed in the "Ten Thousand Souls Blood Demon Sutra" has a role similar to the soul, so the problem of the old monster Youquan is actually a bit similar to schizophrenia! The number of splits is a bit too large!’ Yuan Qingwei joked in his heart, but his face was very cautious.

He opened his mouth and let out a breath of clear air. The pure yang path patterns around him appeared and disappeared in the void, and finally formed a huge light banner to cover the void, protecting the retreat of the Monkey Zen Master.

Then, reaching out, the sound of dragons and tigers roaring sounded, and then two sword lights drew two perfect arcs in the air, cutting off dozens of blood skeletons in succession.

"You are finally out! The monks were walking so fast just now, and I suspect that there are still people hiding here."

The old monster Youquan looked at Yuan Qingwei, flipped his palm, and the churning black smoke and blazing flames rolled up wildly, and skeletons rushed towards Yuan Qingwei like shells.

Yuan Qingwei waved his backhand again, and two golden sword lights suddenly turned around, spiralingly slashing the surrounding skeletons, the black smoke dissipated, and the demon fire disappeared. Then he stretched out his hand and the sword lights intertwined, like a huge scissors, cutting towards the old monster Youquan.
Chapter completed!