Ouyang Jing walked one step behind Shi Zhixuan and entered the Zen temple.

Looking around, Jingmian Zen Temple, which once looked like a small city and had hundreds of Zen houses, has now turned into a dilapidated ruin.

The staggering figures, ragged figures, wandered stiffly among the broken walls, and made hoarse growls from time to time. They were the monks and zombies who were patrolling the temple all day long.

Ouyang Jing narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at a zombie with only a few pieces of rags hanging on his body.

The zombie's bald head was shiny, like waxed bronze, shining with a cold metallic luster under the pale winter sun.

Its facial features are ferocious, similar to the statues of Ming Wang in the temple with wide eyes and green faces and fangs. A pair of fangs bared their lips, and they were as sharp as two small daggers.

The skin on its body is also blue-black, with clear muscle mass, like a bronze sculpture, and also gives people a cold and stiff feeling like a metal ingot, without any fresh feeling of flesh and blood.

Its hands and feet have all become "claws". Their hands, feet and nails are half a foot long, like a black iron dagger.

After carefully examining the zombie, and then looking at the other zombies in their sights, Ouyang Jing found that all the zombies had similar images, but their skin color was different.

He also discovered that the darker the skin of the zombie, the stronger the aura was.

One of them was pitch black all over, but the bald head was a brass-colored zombie. Its aura was so strong that it was no less than the top ten warriors.

"When Lekong and others come to save the undead, the strongest zombies are slightly inferior to the top ten warriors. But zombies are growing. Today, the strongest zombies are no less than the top ten warriors. If you keep them for another half a year, by the fifth day of May next year, zombies may appear with more powerful zombies than the top ten warriors and reaching the four-star high-level level!"

Realizing this, Ouyang Jing became more determined to destroy this place of military refining and "purify" all zombies and resentful spirits.

He and Hongxiuhui have already had a conflict.

More importantly, his portrait has spread all over the world, and even the gangsters at the bottom of the world know Ouyang Jing, the "A strange man from the sky".

Even if he doesn't cause trouble in the future, he will quietly stay in practice and wait until the fifth day of next May next year, Hongxiu will arrive in a big way. He will find the forces they support, or even find a person from the martial arts world to find out which reincarnation person is coming to their "forbidden land" to cause trouble.

They could also infer without thinking about who killed Su Meng, Biluo, and who destroyed Okas's Scepter, killed Shen Luoyan, and took away the Nebula chains.

At that time, Ouyang Jing will inevitably enter Hongxiuhui's field of vision and be missed by Hongxiuhui.

Unless he can kill all the spokespersons that Hongxiu will support, confiscate and burn every portrait of him, and kill all those who know Ouyang Jing, the "Alien Man from Heaven".

In this way, he could pat his butt and leave before Hongxiu came, and Hongxiu would not know his identity.

But is this possible?

Therefore, he could only take the initiative first and weaken the combat effectiveness of Hongxiuhui as much as possible.

Ouyang Jing was determined to test Shi Zhixuan's strength and asked Shi Zhixuan: "Buddha, there are many zombies in the temple, and their strength is not weak. Lord Kong Zen and the four great monks tried to purify, but they all returned without success. They were even beaten to escape by the monk zombies. How is the Buddha planning to go deep into the treasure land now?"

"This matter is easy." Shi Zhixuan smiled: "Although I am not good at saving the dead, I can send them to see Ksitigarbha and let them spread to them. Well, please step back, I will use my methods."

Ouyang Jing then took two steps back.

"Go away further." Shi Zhixuan said seriously: "My monk's methods are earth-shaking. If he accidentally hurts his friend, it will be my monk's sin."

Ouyang Jing took two steps back.

"Not enough, step further."

Ouyang Jing directly withdrew from the mountain gate of the Zen Temple: "Buddha, is it okay now?"

"It's barely enough." Shi Zhixuan nodded and reminded him again: "But when I use my methods, it's best for me to use my skills to protect my body, so as not to be accidentally injured by my shocking means."

"..." Ouyang Jing was speechless, feeling that Shi Zhixuan could really brag.

At this time, Wu Zi came to him and asked in a low voice: "King, what are Shi Zhixuan doing?"

Ouyang Jing had a expressionless face and a straightforward tone: "He said he would use the 'earth-shaking' means to sweep away the zombies in the temple."

"Really? Shi Zhixuan is bragging, right?"

Wu Zi expressed doubts: "My sister Feixuan said that even the monks and zombies in the temple were helpless even if they were the four great thieves. Li Kong is one of the top ten warriors who are as famous as us. Although the four great thieves are slightly inferior to Kong, the four people join forces are equivalent to one and a half ten warriors. They are not good at all, so how can Shi Zhixuan destroy all the zombies with his own strength?"

“Not necessarily.”

Ouyang Jing said fairly: "Shi Zhixuan has disappeared since the battle of Yang Gong's treasure house. Although he has not done anything that has caused a sensation in the world, he might have practiced some supernatural magical skills from strangers outside the world while living in seclusion and healing his wounds.

"You should know better than me about the talent of the Evil King. Even you younger generations have become the top ten warriors one by one. How could Shi Zhixuan not make any progress? Let's wait and see, and see how the Evil King's methods."

Having said that, Ouyang Jing still muttered in his heart, saying that the evil king would be better than a strong-mouthed king, and his ability is all about bragging.

Wusan, Shi Feixuan, and Dugu Feng were half expecting and half nervous and worried, looking at Shi Zhixuan quietly waiting for him to perform.

Under the gaze of the four, Shi Zhixuan, who was as white as snow, walked leisurely towards the depths of the temple.

After walking several feet forward, it seemed that he had stepped across a certain boundary and entered the alert range of the zombies patrolling the temple. More than a dozen zombies suddenly turned their heads and stared at Shi Zhixuan.

Then they roared together, and their originally staggering steps suddenly became as fast as lightning, like cheetahs rushing towards Shi Zhixuan.

“Good, good…”

Shi Zhixuan sighed with compassion, jumped and flew up!

He really flew up!

Under the incredible gazes of Ouyang Jing, Wuyao, Shi Feixuan and Dugu Feng, he soared into the sky and flew to a height of dozens of feet. Then he raised his legs in the air, hovered in the air, and sat cross-legged!

Then he put his hands together and recited loudly: "Murmur the Buddha of the Stone!"

Amid the sound of the Buddha's name, his whole body was filled with gold light, and a giant Buddha standing tall and earth appeared behind him!

The giant Buddha's golden body is translucent and not physical, but the Buddha's light shines brightly on half of the sky. His five senses and faces are exactly the same as Shi Zhixuan.

Shi Zhixuan recited again: "Everyone in the sea of ​​suffering, welcome the Buddha of Heaven to the world!"

With the majestic and grand sound of reciting, Shi Zhixuan slapped his palms into the Zen temple below and shot it in succession.

Every time he slapped a palm, the giant statue of the golden Buddha behind him also slapped downwards with a huge Buddha palm of a square radius. Each palm fell from the sky and slapped into the Zen temple.

Boom boom boom boom...

A thunderous thunderous sound rang out, and the hill where the Zen Temple was located shook, as if an earthquake had occurred.

In the Zen temple, smoke and dust surged, and roars of zombie monsters sounded.

Ouyang Jing's face was expressionless, but his pupils suddenly contracted, and he was also shocked by Mo Ming: "This palm technique that descended from the sky... Tathagata's magic palm, the Buddha of Heaven came to the world!"
Chapter completed!