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

Hearing the name, feeling the breath, and looking at the human form. ●⌒ Even Wu Xin, Ancestor Xingkong and others felt excited and had the urge to turn around and run away.

It's just a white-browed abbot who is so difficult to deal with. He can't be beaten to death or hang to death.

Under the siege, Abbot Baimei killed four or five god-refining ancestors.

Four of the six god-refining ancestors who fell before were killed by Abbot Baimei instead of being killed by other god-refining masters!

Now, there are three more powerful beings than Abbot Baimei!

What else to fight?

You should think about how to save your life first, right?!

The mere Puhe Temple, which dominates Wuyang County, has such strength and foundation. There are many more powerful and famous Buddhist temples above it. What about those Buddhist temples?

For a moment, the whole place was silent, and the atmosphere was solemn and depressing.

Even the strongest Ancestor of Xingkong did not dare to act rashly for a moment. Even the battle in the vast square had mostly subsided.

"Who are these three people? Are they really stronger than Abbot Baimei? Isn't that more terrifying than the Three Immortals? If so, Buddhism would have unified the world long ago, right?"

Wu Xin's heart beat faster, his mind was spinning with suspicion, and countless doubts emerged.

"Are we just going to withdraw like this? If we don't mention our own casualties, we can't explain to the forces of the fallen ancestors, right? Buddhism is not an evil way or a demonic sect, so how could it have such a rotten atmosphere? Maybe it's because of external force and internal interference to scare people? Why are the three monks just now?

Appeared, now you are only defending but not attacking? You are obviously protecting Abbot Baimei. If he is very strong, wouldn’t it be enough to just kill or repel us?"

With his eyes slightly narrowed, Wu Xin made a decisive decision, gritted his teeth, drew his bow and nocked an arrow...

Black light is like electricity!

An ancient monk burst out with momentum and made a stroke with his right hand, as if holding a flower.

The iron arrow on the other side was diverted from its trajectory, but the ancient monk was knocked back two steps and looked at Wu Xin with sharp eyes...

"snort!"

Wu Xin's eyes lit up and he snorted pretending to be disdainful. Lucky shout:

"That's all! Why should a person who has rotted into the earth seek death in this world?!"

After saying this, he put down the bow of the other side and drew out the Shadow Sword...

To deal with this kind of existence, brute force is of little use, and spiritual attack is even more useless. It is better to use the sharpness of the Shadow Sword to at least make the opponent more fearful!

"kill!"

The Ancestor of Xingkong understood this, roared with fierce fighting intent, and shot out the "Zhangkong Palm" from the air...

Another ancient monk turned his hand and made a golden palm, which collapsed together with the "Hollow Palm"!

"Ha ha……"

Ancestor Xingkong was not surprised but overjoyed, laughing wildly and wildly.

These three ancient monks are indeed powerful, but they are only in the late stage of god refining, and are slightly inferior to famous monks like Ancestor Xingkong.

"Kill! Just three ancient corpses, the reward is equal to the abbot's!"

Wu Xin was overjoyed and quickly gave orders, deliberately belittling the ancient monk, hoping to use his momentum to dispel everyone's fear and fear.

"Hollow Palm!"

"Thunder Sword!"

"Ghost King Claw!"

Others were still worried. Ancestor Zengkong, Ghost King Zhuifeng and Ancestor Benlei were ordered to take action.

"Buzz..."

Suspended above the head of the white-browed abbot, the ancient umbrella was recovering and healing. It spun faster and condensed into a 100-meter magical umbrella in mid-air!

During the rotation, the three major attacks were all blocked by the giant umbrella.

An ancient monk's body trembled slightly. It is estimated that the ancient monk used his magic umbrella to resist it, but it also consumed his own strength!

"Qibao?! This general also has..."

Wu Xin sneered, and his spiritual consciousness controlled the "Golden Emperor's Seal" to fly up and hit the umbrella...

The Golden Emperor's Seal did not actually change. Instead, it condensed a hundred-meter giant seal and smashed it against the giant umbrella. The two were similar!

"boom……"

The giant seal fell, and the loud noise echoed. The giant umbrella was not destroyed, but it was reduced and weakened by less than half!

"Hollow Palm!"

Ancestor Xingkong followed up with a palm strike, defeating the giant umbrella.

"Nothing more than that...looking for death!"

Everyone's spirits were greatly boosted. Ancestor Xingkong spat loudly on purpose, and shot out in a flash, hitting the three ancient monks with three consecutive "Xingkong Fingers".

"The Seal of the Emperor of Che?! This is the most precious treasure of the Che family. It has been lost for thousands of years, how could it be in your hands?!"

An ancient monk, with a dazzling light in his cloudy eyes, looked at Wu Xin in surprise and asked, his voice was ethereal, he heard it very clearly, but he felt uncomfortable!

"The Seal of the Emperor of Che?! Is it another name for the Seal of the Golden Emperor? The Che family is really good at hiding it, making people believe that this seal has been lost for thousands of years..."

Wu Xin's thoughts suddenly dawned, as if he had some realization.

However, Wu Xin will not explain, but is more looking forward to... the ancient umbrella!

With his legs clamped, the golden lion shot out, directly attacking the three ancient monks and the white-browed abbot...

The Golden Emperor's seal hung in the air and was smashed down again!

There is another shadow sword, the green sword's light fluctuates, and it cuts towards the three ancient monks silently...

Such an action scared Uncle Hong to the point of nervousness, and he guarded him with all his strength. However, Uncle Hong could not stop Wu Xin from taking action himself, otherwise, other ancestors might not dare to take action!

"kill!"

The ancient ape ancestor shouted softly, and the ancient ape martial spirit behind him roared, and swung out a palm, condensing the hand of the ancient ape more than ten meters long, and struck the three ancient monks with a huge force!

"Red Palm!"

"Strong wind kills!"

The other ancestors no longer hesitated and took action one after another.

Even the mad lord Wu Xin dared to rush forward. This proves that these three ancient monks are not as scary as they imagined. Are they not as good as a junior like Wu Xin?!

Of course, what's more important is Wu Xin's bounty. The three ancient monks and the white-browed abbot are worth a lot of money. They are like gold mountains of activity!

The ancient umbrella rotated and once again condensed into a hundred-meter giant umbrella, but it was again shattered by the "Golden Emperor's Seal" and was defeated by all the ancestors in the blink of an eye!

The other ancestors swarmed forward, overwhelming the three ancient monks. They could only parry, but had no power to fight back!

"Chi..."

The Shadow Sword fell silently, cutting off an ancient monk's arm. In a blink of an eye, the ancestor followed and took the opportunity to hit the ancient monk's head with his palm!

Blood spurts from the seven holes, killing him!

"We got tens of millions of gold! They are not as powerful as we thought..."

Not only that ancestor, but also the other ancestors were also thinking with excitement. They immediately attacked even more frantically, and they were quite fearless of death.

One of the three ancient monks is gone, and the small formation of three talents is broken!

After meal time.

With the help of the Wuwei's iron-blooded evil spirit and strong bows and sharp arrows, the two ancient monks and the White-browed Abbot were killed one by one by the crazy crowd. Three official ancestors were killed in the battle, and a total of three to four hundred people from the Wuwei and allied forces were killed.

Abbot Baimei's broken arm was only half recovered. In the end, he was trapped in the back of the ancestor, and was stabbed into the heart by the Shadow Sword and died.

Even with the sharpness of the Shadow Sword, it can only penetrate a few inches. You can imagine how strong Abbot Baimei's golden body is!

With the final death of Abbot Baimei, the monks in the square fled in all directions and dispersed to various parts of the vast temple.

"Clearance!"

Wu Xin looked around the audience and said coldly.

Ancestors, many powerful men, tens of thousands of troops, etc. quickly dispersed and launched an all-out effort to clear out the entire temple!

Every time you kill someone, you will receive credit, which can be exchanged for assets and wealth. No one will slack off!

"Lord! Sutra Pavilion! Arhat Hall! Mahavira Hall! Buku..."

Zhang Qing hesitated for a moment and reminded Wu Xin in a low voice, enough for several people around to hear.

Wu Xin understood with a solemn expression, and turned his head to signal to Ancestor Xian Kong, Wu Long and others.

Wu Long and other commanders each led their silver-armored military guards to leave quickly and went straight to several important places in the temple. Each way, there was another ancestor guarding and following him!

"call……"

Everyone dispersed, running for money. Wu Xin, who had been quite crazy before, breathed a sigh of relief and did not leave. Instead, he studied the ancient umbrella.
To be continued...