Chapter 3622: People of the Buddhist Sect

"It seems that the news from West China is true. Is this guy really a reincarnated Living Buddha?"

Liao Yunsheng's face became more and more ugly, and his expression was serious.

Now Monk Tyrant is like a Living Buddha, and when he waved his hands, golden light poured out, more powerful than Peng Lang, without a trace of fear, the golden light intertwined with the shadow of his fist, Monk Tyrant's aura became more and more unstoppable.

Tyrant Monk and Peng Lang fought evenly, Han Yan fought one against three, and no winner was seen. The two fought against the sky again. Every scene was full of golden light, fists and shadows intertwined, The power of the monk was revealed once again.

"I heard that the monk came from the Western Antarctic China. Could it be the Tyrant Monk who made the scalps of all the top ten temples in the Western Antarctic Divine State go numb?"

"Nine times out of ten, this guy and Jiang Chen are worthy of being brothers, neither of them is an easy-going lamp. Jiang Chen disturbed the sacred land of Zhongzhou, and that tyrant monk shook the entire Western Divine Land. They are all headaches."

"Yeah, who would have thought that Jiang Chen still has such a great ability, and now even half of the forces in Zhongzhou Divine Land are involved. In this battle, I don't know who will have the last laugh."

"You have ignored that man who is like a ghost, he is also a very strong character. I heard that not long ago, at the junction of Zhongzhou Shentu and Nantong Shenzhou, the spirit of an unrivaled demon king emerged, and it may be him! "

Some people were extremely emotional, Jiang Chen and the three brothers all possess unique skills and methods. Although Jiang Chen has no power to fight anymore, neither the Tyrant Monk nor Han Yan can be defeated by anyone.

"There are many shadows!"

Han Yan held the soul-sealing demon sword in his hand, and slashed down horizontally. Phantom shadows flew across the void, covering everyone.

"Nine-turn piano sound!"

"Junzi Sword!"

"Heavenly Double Fist!"

The three of them can be said to be the Eight Immortals crossing the sea, each showing their supernatural powers, but facing the irreversible shadows of Han Yan, they were all repelled in the end, looking very embarrassed, and a stern look flashed across the corner of Han Yan's mouth, he has no charity Xin, the best way at this time is to go all out and kill these damn guys directly to avoid future troubles.

"Go to hell with me!"

Han Yan's voice was hoarse, and a phantom fell from the sky, making Yun Geyao, Jun Tianchou and the others look quite ugly and extremely pale.

"Amitabha, the monks are compassionate, donate to the Lord, the sea of ​​suffering is boundless, and the shore is right when you turn back!"

A handprint of the Buddhist sect struck powerfully, directly dispelling the many shadows of Han Yan, and the clouds opened to see the moonlight.

Han Yan's face was gloomy. The man in coarse linen cassock had a stern expression, clasped his palms together, and said indifferently. He stood in front of Yun Geyao and the others, blocking Han Yan's attack.

"Old bald donkey, you really linger."

Monk Bazhe's pupils were constricted, his face was gloomy like water. He knew this person, and he escaped from the Western Extreme Divine State by escaping from death at his hands. Of course, he was not alone.

"Tyrant, you are originally a disciple of the Buddhist sect, but you have repeatedly hurt people in my sect, so let's capture you without a fight. I will never kill you."

The monk in cassocks and robes said in a deep voice, with a stern tone and a treasure face*, as if to dissuade the bully monk from turning around.

"Old bald donkey, do you think I don't know about the wishful thinking of your Kasyapa Temple? Isn't it just for the relic in my hand? If I go with you, I'm afraid I don't even know how I died. A group of pious people After the collapse of the Great Leiyin Temple and the disintegration of the Buddhist sect, how many real monks do you have in Western China?"

Monk Bazhe gritted his teeth and said, with a long-standing grievance in his heart, while pushing back Peng Lang, he argued hard with the old monk of Najiaye Temple.

"Amitabha, since you don't want to, don't blame me."

As the head of the Discipline Institute of Kasyapa Temple, Wu Yan is as strong as Monk Tyrant, and he will definitely not come alone.

"Wuyan, don't be hypocritical. In order to chase me, you have used countless levers behind your back. In front of the world, you have to put on a dignified look. The Buddha will never forgive people like you."

Monk Tyrant said dismissively, Wu Yan's face was getting colder, and at this moment, he was also full of anger, but as a monk, he did not continue to entangle with Monk Tyrant, but took practical actions , It explained everything, with a ring stick in hand, a horizontal knife immediately, ready to fight at any time.

"Senior Brother Wuyan, I, Tianluo Temple, will do my part to capture the Tyrant. However, it seems that the Tyrant is not the only one we want to arrest. Jiang Chen is equally abominable. Many of our genius disciples died in his hands. In the hands of Daleiyin Temple's illusion, it can be said to be a heavy loss, and I, Zhilian, will never forget this account."

The head of the Bodhidharma Court in Tianluo Temple, the monk Zhilian said indifferently, and finally his eyes fell on Jiang Chen. .

"Amitabha! Two senior brothers, Shi Yun is late, don't blame him, don't blame him, I, Hongyan Temple, don't dare to fall behind."

Shi Yun smiled lightly and said, the three powerful monks all targeted Monk Tyrant and Jiang Chen. Of course, the purpose is to catch the Bazhe monk. There are too many things in him that all the temples in Western China value very much. It may even be the secret to change the Buddhist sect. No one can let the Qiyu Temple enjoy it exclusively. It worked.

Peng Lang and the others narrowed their eyes slightly. At first he thought that these old monks were the accomplices of the Tyrant Monk, but now it seems that Jiang Chen and the Tyrant Monk have taken the Tianluo Temple, the Hongyan Temple, and the Kayaba Temple together. All of them have been offended over and over again, and this is the best news for them.

"I am Peng Lang, the master of Baji Sect. The masters came at the right time. As long as you can capture this monk, then Jiang Chen will be handed over to us."

Peng Lang said with a faint smile.

"Amitabha, Master Peng has a heart. We will not let this sinful monk pollute the pure land of Zhongzhou Divine Land. The affairs of Western China don't need too much work from Master Peng and others."

Wu Yan said calmly, and the three of them looked at each other. They knew that at this time they could only join forces to fight against the Tyrant Monk. They had let this guy run away before, but now they absolutely cannot let him go. This kind of opportunity is rare in a thousand years. They also know the relationship between him and Jiang Chen. As long as Jiang Chen is still there, Monk Tyrant will not leave, so this time is killing two birds with one stone.

[What should come out is about to come out. What the brothers are looking forward to is coming soon. When you find Long Shisan, form a group to fight the Futu Pagoda. If the brothers are not satisfied with reading, you can read the new book Sword Immortal, Sword Xian has more than one hundred chapters, and urgently needs the support of brothers. 】

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