Chapter 405 This Chapter Is Unlucky, Skip It Directly

"He actually dared to come!"

"Not only did he come, but he only brought a few people with him!? He didn't think that he could flatten Lingshan with just a few people, did he? I'm afraid he can't even get into the gate of Lingshan.

The people hiding around had flickering eyes, some mocked, some were disdainful, and some were thinking about the purpose of Fang Xiu's trip.

If it was really a full-scale war, he would definitely not bring only a few people, could it be a peace talk?

"Brother Xiu, there is something strange about Lingshan. I wanted to teleport directly to the Great Leiyin Temple to scare those bald donkeys, but I encountered obstacles. The whole Lingshan seemed to be wrapped in something like a barrier formation. "The fat man said with a slightly solemn expression.

Fang Xiu was not surprised. The methods of the last era were mysterious. From the setting of the burial ground alone, it can be seen that the people of the last era did master some methods similar to formations.

This method has been biased towards the immortal cultivation in myths and legends, commonly known as the immortal method. In fact, think about it, there was a group of spirit masters in ancient times. Perhaps that group of people were not called spirit masters, but immortal cultivators.

In myths and legends, all kinds of immortal methods are just legends left by ancient spirit masters, and later generations called them immortals.

"It seems that there is something in Buddhism. Brother Xiu, should we go directly or follow the process?" Zhao Hao on the side asked eagerly.

Fang Xiu ignored the two, but stepped forward and said to the believers on the mountain: "The Investigation Bureau is doing business, and outsiders should stay away. "

His voice was not loud, but it spread strangely throughout the venue, and his voice echoed from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain.

The people who were climbing the mountain, bowing, and worshiping Buddha all paused, and looked towards the source of the voice at the same time. Suddenly, many exclamations came from the crowd.

"It's the prophet Fang Xiu! He's really here!"

"Fang Xiu, this is a holy place of Buddhism, you are not welcome, you should avoid it!"

"Amitabha, Mr. Fang, this is a quiet place of Buddhism, I hope you don't disturb this peace."

Countless believers spoke up for Buddhism, as if Fang Xiu and his party were the villains attacking the holy place of Buddhism, and they had to destroy this beautiful and peaceful treasure land and ruin people's beautiful lives.

Faced with the condemnation and advice of the crowd, Fang Xiu's reply was only one word.

"Get lost. "

As soon as the word "get out" came out, endless black smoke poured out from his body. In a blink of an eye, billions of tiny black particles spread out, like billions of black insects, madly spreading towards Lingshan, covering all the believers on the mountain.

Those black particles continued to pour into the mouths and noses of the people. Anyone who inhaled them immediately reflected the most terrifying scene in their hearts.

"Ah! !"

"Help!"

"No! No no!"

The screams boiled like a tide, and the originally peaceful Buddhist holy land instantly turned into a hell scene.

"Stop! "

A roar suddenly sounded in the Great Leiyin Temple, and a young monk in a white robe strode out. He carried a bronze bell in one hand, and looked at the believers who were trapped in fear, with a flash of anger in his eyes.

Bang!

He smashed the bronze bell on the ground.

Dong——!

The melodious bell sounded like a huge bell, and the bright Buddha light suddenly appeared, piercing the black smoke that filled the Lingshan Mountain.

The believers who were originally trapped in fear regained their clarity one by one, with pious expressions on their faces, clasped their hands together, and chanted Buddhist scriptures.

In an instant, the screams that wailed all over the field turned into the sacred and grand chanting of scriptures.

"Amitabha, I am Yuanjing, and I meet all the donors. "

"Little monk, where is your abbot, Kongjian, the old bald donkey? Hurry up and let him get out, and get out with the Xuanyuan Sword! "Yang Ming stood behind Fang Xiu, yelling and cursing without hesitation.

Yuan Jing did not get angry at the insults, but looked at Fang Xiu with lightning-like eyes: "Donor Fang, you came here for Xuanyuan Sword and for Buddhism, but why do you vent your anger on these people? They just came here to worship Buddha..."

"What a noise, Fang Moli. "Fang Xiu said lightly.

Fang Moli behind him suddenly turned into a sword light and attacked Yuan Jing fiercely.

Yuan Jing frowned slightly, and he pressed his hands towards the void.

Bang!

A Buddhist seal emitting brilliant golden light condensed in the void, with a solemn appearance, and smashed directly towards Fang Moli.

Fang Moli felt the terrifying power contained in it, and was shocked. This was actually a Buddhist seal condensed with the light of the soul.

Is this the foundation of the strong in the last era? He actually used the light of the soul to this extent!

Fang Moli gritted his teeth and became ruthless in his heart. He couldn't beat the abbot of the sixth level, so could he not beat a little monk?

He pushed the long sword in his hand with all his strength. In an instant, the sword energy crossed the sky, with a crisp sword sound, and turned into a long rainbow that shocked the sky, He slashed at the Buddha seal fiercely.

Boom!

The golden Buddha seal was split into two on the spot, turning into a rain of light, scattered between heaven and earth.

After a successful strike, Fang Moli's long sword went straight to the face of the little monk Yuan Jing. Yuan Jing's face was calm, not in a hurry, with his hands clasped together, muttering something.

The next moment, a golden bell rose from his body.

Clang!

A violent metal clang sounded, that was the collision of the light of the soul and the light of the soul.

Fang Moli's soul turned into sword energy, and Yuan Jing turned into a golden bell. Obviously, turning into a golden bell is obviously more difficult.

With a click, the long sword in Fang Moli's hand was shattered on the spot, and he was also shaken away.

Fang Moli was knocked away with two moves, and this terrifying strength amazed everyone.

At this moment, Yang Ming and others finally understood that the strength of Buddhism is not only based on the sixth-level masters, their fifth-level masters are also powerful, and their various methods are comparable to those of immortals and Buddhas.

The various forces hiding in the dark and watching were also shocked.

Because Yuan Jing didn't look very old, only about fifteen or sixteen years old, but at this age, he was already a fifth-level master, and even knocked away Fang Moli, who was once recognized as the world's strongest, with two moves.

It is true that Fang Moli's strength is very watered down, and most of it is due to the Xuanyuan Sword, but the problem is that Fang Moli is the second person in the world to break through the fifth level, half a step ahead of everyone else.

In addition, he is not weak in talent, otherwise he would not be able to control the Xuanyuan Sword. In other words, even without the Xuanyuan Sword, Fang Moli has never been a weakling among the fifth-level masters.

Fang Moli, who was blown away, turned over several times in the air before he stabilized his body. His face was extremely ugly. It was not because he was injured, but because he was slapped in the face again. Being hit by a person younger than him in public was more painful than killing him.

Especially at this time, there was a person who was talking nonsense beside him.

Yang Ming only heard the hoarse voice of concern: "Fang Moli, are you okay?"

Fang Moli's blood pressure went up when he heard this.

(To be later)