Chen Fan shook his head, "Even if you are attacked, with your cultivation level, you will not be killed instantly."

"No."

The old monk shook his head, "He is really strong, so powerful."

“…”

Chen Fan said nothing, "What is the ability of that eye? Just like this?"

"Didn't you already say the ability of that eye?"

The old monk said, "If you have him, you can get all the memories of the dead, and you will know everything as long as time allows."

“…”

Chen Fan's face immediately became gloomy. He slowly took two steps back, turned around and left.

"It's too late for you to go now!"

The old monk raised his head and closed his hands to look at the Great Viagra King Kong in front of him, "Don't you find it strange? The Gui of the Green Dragon, the Jade of the Vermillion Bird, the Amber of the White Beast, the Huangwu, the Cong of the Yellow Lin, and the Wall of the Cangchi! Why did these six things mysteriously disappear!"

"Didn't it mean that the summoning Zhu Jiuyin failed?"

"Summon Zhu Jiuyin? Hahahahahahahahahahaha!"

The old man let out a weird laugh that was almost crazy, "It's just a lie to seal the Candle Nine Yin with six instruments! Don't you understand the six things?"

"You mean?"

"The six weapons are the key to opening the Great Formation of Prisoning Bulls! It's too late for you to stop him now!"

"No, it's not too late."

A trace of firmness flashed in Chen Fan's eyes, "Even if you open the ox prison formation, it's useless. He can't open the Dragon Stop and can't turn the sky! Man, let's go!"

"Um!"

Xiaoman nodded and followed quickly!

"Do you think you can still leave?"

The old monk turned cold and glanced at him, "Look out, do you think you can still leave?"

Chen Fan didn't say anything, with a hint of confusion on his face. He pushed the door and walked out quickly to the outside. He looked down and saw that the cold light of the snow field outside was flashing.

The cold light was covered with a bit of viciousness under the moon. When Xiaoman saw it, he was so scared that he subconsciously covered his mouth and hid behind Chen Fan.

"Do you know why this temple is built on a mountain?"

The old monk said, his eyelids drooping, "I'm sorry, you may be staying here today."

"Hmmmm..."

Chen Fan smiled indifferently, pulled Xiaoman with his hand, and walked down smoothly.

"Stop bragging, I'll see who dares to step forward!"

"call--"

"call--"

In the low roar, countless wolves with decay gathered over, and one by one stopped one by one, refused to move forward at a distance of more than ten meters away from Chen Fan.

"Is he crazy?"

The middle-aged monk was so scared that his face changed drastically, "What a tiger can't hold back a group of wolves. Don't he understand? This zombie wolf has been sleeping here for thousands of years. If an outsider approaches, he will wake up! Even the Daluo god, facing thousands of zombie wolf at the same time, may have to explain it here!"

"Yes! He's simply looking for death!"

The old monk didn't say anything, closed his hands and closed his eyes. At this time, he looked at the heavy snow again, but Chen Fan pulled Xiaoman and walked over calmly from the countless vicious eyes.

Xiaoman was obviously a little scared and grabbed Chen Fan's clothes tightly. Chen Fan freed up a hand to hold her, and the corner of his mouth curled, revealing a trace of news.

"Who is coming?"

Directly opposite, a huge head wolf actually spoke!

One of its eyes is yellow and the other is green. There is also a huge wound on the upper eye on the right. Even its left ear seems to be bitten by something.

However, he is huge and his aura is amazing.

At a rough look, at least one person taller than that giant wolf!

Chen Fan looked extremely small in front of it!

"I'll ask you who are you!"

Seeing that Chen Fan did not speak, the giant wolf's eyes became even more fierce, and at the same time, the wolves around him also had a commotion.

"Who are you!!!"

Its third roar had already revealed its breathtaking fangs!

But unexpectedly, a cold white light suddenly appeared in Chen Fan's eyes. In a pair of eyes, the giant wolf's pupils shrank, revealing an expression of shock!

"Wolf King, Gerisenge?"

Chen Fan actually recognized it!

As soon as the words were spoken, the wolves around burst into a whimpering sound, and at the same time, the giant wolf kept trembling!

The drooping tail retracted between the hips, and it retreated backwards.

One step, two steps, three steps...

"No! This is impossible! This is impossible!"

"snort."

A grim smile appeared on the corner of Chen Fan's mouth, "Get out!"

"Woo--"

With a angrily rebuke, the huge wolf king was frightened, and his limbs fluttered on the ground as if they were disobedient, and he ran away quickly.

Along the way, the stars scattered the wolf urine all over the ground, and it disappeared in a flash!

It's even crying!

Even shout again!

Whispering as if looking for a mother!

On the mountain, the monks looked at them from afar and were stunned for a moment!

Even the evil wolf around was stunned!

After a brief moment of confusion, these guys seemed to have discovered something, and a strange scream scattered like a tide!

"Damn..."

The monk was stunned and didn't react for a long time!

Obviously, this situation exceeded his perception!

"Who is this person...?"

"Yes, even the Wolf King was scared away! He didn't take action!"

"For thousands of years, it seems that only Master Padmasambhava can leave here in the dark, and I have never seen such a situation at that time..."

"Grisenge is not a small character. He is not an ordinary wolf, but a half-corpse and half-demon demon formed by the soul of the ancient evil god occupying the body of the evil wolf! This guy is not even afraid of the Buddha. How could he lose his composure today?"

"Ancestor! Ancestor! Who is this guy?"

"Yes, Ancestor, who is he?"

...

Facing the earnest gazes of the monks of all sizes, the old monk looked up and looked at the huge golden statue in front of him. After a long time, he sighed slowly.

"Northern Ah...Ghost King."

“…”

In an instant, there was no movement at the scene, and the group of people stared wide and dumbfounded!

What!?

The King of Ghosts!?

"Who is the Northern Ghost King?"

A chubby little monk asked in a confused look on his face.

"Is it possible that it is the devil king who is known as the "Tiansha" in the "Sutra of Ksitigarbha"?"

"That's right."

The old monk was still sitting on the cushion, folding his hands together, closing his eyes, "The cruel and bloodthirsty demon is not obeying Buddhism, not knowing the times."

"Why didn't Buddha get rid of him?"

The chubby little monk asked again.

In an instant, the Buddhist temple immediately became quiet.

Almost everyone is deliberately avoiding this issue.

But the old monk quickly moved from the initial embarrassment to calmness.

"Come on, I'll tell you a story."
Chapter completed!