Seriously speaking, Ancestor Xian Kong is also in the late stage of god refining, and is still a strong man in the late stage of god refining. He is probably slightly inferior to the four demons and five gods. He is only one door away from the three immortals, half a step away, and should be no better than Baimei.

How weak should the abbot be?

Just a few feet away, there is a huge difference between heaven and earth!

"Finger!"

Ancestor Xingkong flew into the air, pointed out again, and turned into spatial ripples visible to the naked eye and shot toward Abbot Baimei's... eyes!

If it hits, it will not be difficult to blow out the eyeball with the strength of the Ancestor.

"presumptuous!"

A thunderbolt from the blue, a roar that echoed across the heaven and earth, exploded out of thin air...

A 100-meter golden giant palm appeared in the air, as powerful as the sky falling down!

"Whoosh..."

The Ancestor of Xingkong twisted his body in the air and moved hundreds of meters laterally like a teleport!

"boom……"

The giant palm fell, and the fingers collapsed. Dozens of soldiers were killed on the spot. Hundreds of bluestone bricks were lifted up, and a huge palm-shaped pit several feet deep appeared on the ground!

"Buddhist Palm Technique?! There is also a God Refining Master?!"

Wu Xin, Ancestor Xiankong and others all felt their hearts twitch and their expressions changed greatly.

An abbot with white eyebrows is so difficult to deal with. Anyone who dares to show up now is probably not much worse than abbot with white eyebrows. Otherwise, if he shows up, he will be beaten by a meat bun!

“It’s not like Buddhist reinforcements are coming, right?!”

Countless people were muttering in their hearts, secretly saying that something was wrong.

An aura as powerful as a mountain descended from the sky, making everyone in the square feel as if they were at the bottom of the sea.

A huge umbrella covering the sky and the sun appeared in the sky, making the iron-blooded evil spirit like a dark cloud significantly weakened.

"Abbott's nephew?!"

Three figures descended from the sky, surrounded Abbot Baimei in three positions, and shouted anxiously and angrily, their voices sounding like a deep midnight cry.

Guarded by a giant umbrella, there is also an ancient umbrella nearly three meters high, suspended above the head of Abbot Baimei.

As the ancient umbrella rotated, streaks of golden light fell, causing Abbot Baimei's spirit to recover significantly. Even the wounds on the ferocious left arm had countless squirming flesh sprouts...

The three figures were all skinny and bones like skeletons, and their cassocks were in tatters, rotten and dilapidated. They were obviously monks, but they had waists hanging down like tangled grass.

It gives the impression that these three people are ancient corpses and ancient monks crawling out of coffins or underground.

Whether it's the breath or the clothes, there is an obvious smell of decay, and there is no sense of life at all!

Because of this, people can't tell what realm these three ancient monks are!

"The abbot's nephew?! The elder of the white-browed abbot? This battle cannot be fought..."
Chapter completed!