Even though many masters of the National Protection Bureau came, there were still many evil monks shouting arrogantly. This shows that their rampant attitude made Lin Pu and others very angry, so naturally they could not spoil them.

The chief general Lin Pu frowned and said angrily: "Bold..." His hands bent and shook like an eagle's claws. Ten extremely thin silver threads shot out, as difficult to detect as spider silk. They flashed through the air, and most monks couldn't even see clearly.

Abbot Kongde knew it was amazing, so he hurriedly stopped it in desperation. His left palm quickly pushed out, and the golden light spread out, condensed into a huge palm print. There was a huge word Buddha in the palm of his palm, and the light flashed even more. He was extremely grand in the air. He wanted to use the Buddha's hands to block the old man's attack, but his reaction was timely. He deserved to be a master of Tianfo Temple, and he was very successful.

However, he faced a more powerful character, who was the top master of the Great Yan Empire. Although the silver silk was extremely thin, it had incomparable attack power. Hissing sounds were endless, and it actually penetrated the golden Buddha's handprints, leaving ten holes as thick as wine cups on it, and then the Buddha's hand exploded and was wiped out.

The powerful force surged like a sea of ​​rushing forces, making Abbot Kongde unable to resist and retreated three steps backwards. He felt that his throat was fishy and he was about to vomit blood. He quickly suppressed it with his spiritual energy, so he did not make a fool of himself on the spot. A look of horror appeared on the old face. Although he was mentally prepared, he guessed that the opponent's strength was unfathomable, and it was beyond his expectations after the actual fight.

Thousands of monks gathered inside and outside the square. They were originally arrogant, but after all, they were always instilled with the concept of taking this sect as the leader of the seven major sects. They felt that Tianfo Temple was a real place of law and could not be found in the three realms and jump out of the five elements. No one dared to provoke them. If someone overestimated his ability to come and find fault, he could only bring shame on himself and return in a defeat.

The reputation of King Ling has no deterrent effect here. The National Guardian exists in legend. Many monks believe that they are fully capable of dealing with it. However, they have witnessed their fellow disciples being severely injured and even the leader who is regarded as gods on weekdays has failed to get it, making them silent and no longer have the previous rampantness.

A roar like thunder came from the mountain peak in the distance, "Who is the monster? How dare you come to Tianfo Temple to be arrogant? It's simply outrageous!"

The voice came from an ancient pagoda, deafening. A figure flew out from it and came here like a vulture. Its body movement was extremely fast. It took only a short time for hundreds of feet to come to Qiu Yu and others. He saw that his face was pale and haggard, and his face was fierce. He was the old acquaintance, Monk Mingyuan, who was the highest senior elder in the temple, and he was like a guardian god.

Seeing Master Mingyuan appear, many monks looked up, and were stunned by their spirits, hoping to emerge in their hearts. They felt that the master's ability to turn the tide and save Tianfo Temple in dire straits.

Abbot Kongde also said in a deep voice: "Uncle Master, now King Ling has led his troops to come and ask for punishment. I would like to ask you to make the decision."

Monk Mingyuan looked closely and saw that the boy opposite had clearly encountered him in the Death Desert, and there were many hatreds. Who would have thought that his true identity was His Highness Ling, who was famous. It is said that he was a great celebrity around Queen Yan, and he was above ten people! Looking at the old guys behind him, there were more than a hundred people, and the ones with the lowest cultivation level were the strong men of Rongpo, and more than ten people were in the realm of virtualization. It was clearly a very terrifying power, which made people shudder.

However, as the leader of the thousand-year-old temple, Monk Mingyuan was so arrogant that he could not allow the other party to do whatever he wanted. A fierce light appeared in his eyes and stared at Qiu Yu, saying viciously: "It turns out that it is your boy, but it is Laoshizi Ling. So what? This place is a Thousand Buddha Temple, not an ordinary sect, but it is protected by the gods. The light of the Buddha shines everywhere. Whoever dares to do it is blasphemy and will be punished."

Looking at the old bald donkey in front of him, Qiu Yu was also filled with emotion. Once upon a time, when he saw the other party, he was like a mouse seeing a cat, and he could not help but hide everywhere. After all, the strength of the two sides was very different. In order to survive, he suffered a lot from the old monk. Now behind him are many masters in the National Protection Bureau, so there is no need to be afraid.

He sneered, angry appeared between his eyebrows, and scolded sternly: "Old bald donkey, you bullied me more than once in the Death Desert and committed a heinous crime. I am looking for you. You old beast dare to show off your power. OK, let's settle the new and old accounts together..."

Speaking of the Dead Desert, Master Mingyuan's muscles twitched violently, and a severe pain came from his back. It was caused by Jin Ping'er's plot. The wound was more than one foot long, and the flesh was gone. He could even see the bones. Although he had been recuperating for several days and used the best medicine, he still couldn't recover. After all, the injury was too serious and the pain was severe.

Of course, the old monk's injury also has a lot to do with Qiu Yu. The other party and Jin Ping'er are plotting against him together. If he does not avenge this revenge, he will not be a human being. Now this kid dares to threaten him, which is even more infuriating.

In particular, Monk Mingyuan has a very high status in Tianfo Temple. In order to achieve cultivation, he has the ability to master it. He has always been highly respected. He rarely encounters an opponent. He claims to be the number one person in the Yan Kingdom's cultivation world. He is the only one. How can he be scared by the boy opposite him? He couldn't help but be indignant and said angrily: "I want to see if anyone dares to touch a hair of my hair..."

Many masters of the National Protection Bureau were even more angry. They really didn't expect that the thief bald in Tianfo Temple was so bold and clearly did not take King Ling seriously and had to be punished.

The old bald donkey dares to be so arrogant, but he just needs to deal with it. Qiu Yu naturally would not spoil the other party and snorted coldly: "Is that so? Then I will fulfill your wish. Master Lin will take action, and you will destroy this bald thief."

"Abide by the will of Your Highness Ling." The chief general Lin Pu agreed, raised his left hand so quickly that it was difficult to detect. Many extremely thin silver threads drifted out in strands and swayed towards the old monk's neck, as if they were about to kill the other party with hang.

The great monk Mingyuan said angrily: "Vajra's Soul-Snatching Finger!" He pointed his right hand forward, and the golden light turned into eighteen swords, crisscrossing and running towards the silver threads, causing strange phenomena in the air and dazzling.

After all, he is the king of the realm of concentration. The old monk is extraordinary when he takes action, which has attracted many disciples and grandchildren below to cheer, "Okay!"

"The master's uncle's magical skills are invincible in the world..."

A hissing sound came from mid-air, and the silver thread was intercepted by many swords, which moved the masters of the National Guardian. It was already obvious that the old monk had a very high cultivation level, and he was almost the same as the general manager. He was also a king of concentrating the spirit. It was too powerful. No wonder Tianfo Temple was full of confidence. It turned out that it was really a crouching tiger, hidden dragon, and such a domineering old ginseng.
Chapter completed!