Princess An looked coldly into the void.

"What are you guilty of?"

"The poor monk has no guilty conscience."

"What's with the sweat on your forehead?"

“Radiant!”

After hearing this, Princess An took two steps back and forth in front of the hall.

"You don't want to help me?"

"The poor monk is a monk, and mundane matters have nothing to do with me." Monk Kong said calmly.

Humph, Princess An sneered.

"Even if you don't help me, I've decided to do this!"

"Donor, when will the injustice be repaid?"

"It's very simple, if Xiao Guang dies, the matter will be over!"

Alas, Monk Kong just sighed after hearing this. When it came to this, he could see that the former confidante in front of him was already determined and prepared to go all the way to the end. But how could the emperor of the Jin Dynasty be so

Easy to kill.

"The poor monk can only wish the donor all the best."

"Lend me something more."

"What?" Monk Kong asked.

"Shocking Armor!"

"Amitabha, the donor should also know that the armor has been sealed in Nanluo Hantan."

"It's sealed and can be taken out again."

"There is thousands of years of sea ice in the Nanluo Cold Pond. The intense fire cannot melt it. It is harder than fine steel. With my current cultivation level, I cannot get it out." Monk Kong said this way.

"There are so many reasons, but you just don't want to help me?"

Boom, boom, at this moment, the ground under their feet shook a few times again. Princess An looked up at the Buddhist temple not far away, and then looked at the empty monk nearby.

"Xiao Beitian, you owe me!"

"I will repay what I owe you, but not in this way." Monk Kong was silent for a moment, then raised his head and said seriously.

In the underground demon-conquering formation, demons were dancing wildly, swords were blazing, and flames were flying. There were ghosts, Rakshasas, demons, and monsters in the blood mist.

Wu Sheng holds a Buddhist sword in one hand, and the sword light is vertical and horizontal. Sometimes it is like the heavenly river rolling back, and sometimes it turns into raging flames burning in all directions. One hand is a Buddha palm, and the Buddha light shines on it. One palm turns into hundreds of thousands of Buddha palms, and the shadows of the palms fill the sky. Those ghosts are crying and wolves are howling.

The evil ghosts and evil spirits were destroyed by him using Buddhist magical powers before they could get close.

Outside the demon-suppressing formation, Princess An waved her hand and took back the "dragon binding rope" tied to Abbot Kongkong's body. She looked at Monk Kongkong with a knife-like gaze. Monk Kongkong's palms were aligned, and he looked solemnly, looking down at the ground.

In the end, Princess An left with anger. The person she once trusted the most and loved her the most was unwilling to help her.

Any promises of eternal love are all lies!

Amitabha, hey, monk Kongkong sighed, turned around and came to the main hall. Monk Kongkong's face was still full of blood, and his body was still shaking slightly from time to time.

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"Wu Chu, why are you the only one coming out? Where is Wu Sheng?"

"Junior brother is still down there to succumb to the devil."

"You are not injured, are you?"

"No, junior brother has destroyed the heart of the Rakshasa King's physical body and is trying to subdue the surging blood mist there. I can't help much from below, so I came up first." Wu Nu said.

"Destroyed? Good, great!" Monk Kong said after hearing this.

In this way, the biggest hidden danger in Lanruo Temple has been basically eliminated, and the remaining physical bodies are not that big of a threat. This is really the best news he has heard in a while.

"Amitabha!"

Monk Kongkong chanted to the Buddha statue. Then he and Monk Wunu suppressed the inner demons for Abbot Kongkong.

Wu Sheng is still refining demons in the main hall. There is a lot of mana in his body. After the dragon essence enters his belly, it turns into a powerful mana, which keeps wandering and impacting the meridians in his body, and is constantly absorbed by the original pure mana.

,refining.

Fire floated in the sky above the formation, confronting the blood mist.

It took two full days for the blood mist in the formation to be suppressed by Wu Sheng using Buddhist teachings.

At this time, the formation was inevitably full of potholes, and some eminent monks' bodies were damaged, but most of them were protected.

The hill-like body of the Rakshasa King has been torn apart. Although it is still emitting blood mist, it is like firewood that is about to burn out. It is weak and has lost its head and heart. What is left of the Rakshasa King

The physical body is not a concern.

"I can finally have a peaceful sleep!" Wu Changchang breathed a sigh of relief.

For these days, the fact that King Rakshasa's body was pressed under Lanruo Temple was like a mountain pressing on him.

He practiced hard and went down the mountain to search for powerful magic weapons and divine fires. The most important purpose was to destroy the Rakshasa King's physical body.

Now, the mountain has been leveled by him! There are still some gravels left, so take the time to dispose of them together.

My mood suddenly became comfortable, and I walked out of the formation humming a little tune, only to find Abbot Kongkong lying on the bed, with Monk Wunu sitting next to him, taking care of him carefully.

"Brother, what's wrong with the abbot? Are you sick again?" Wang Xian came to the side and said softly.

He looked with his Dharma eyes and saw that there was still a layer of faint blood floating on the outside of Monk Kong Kong's body. Needless to say, he must have been possessed by a demon again.

"Well, I was obsessed with what happened two days ago, so I just went to bed." Monk Wunu said softly.

"What happened two days ago?"

"Princess An came here two days ago. She wanted to kill the current emperor Xiao Guang and wanted to ask my uncle to help. She talked about Lanruo Temple and offended the master."

"Here we go again, it's not over yet? Where is my master?" Wu Sheng was originally in a good mood, but when he heard the name of Princess An, he felt panicked.

"Uncle Master is outside. He has spent most of the past two days alone in the main hall, staring at the Buddha statues in a daze." Wu Nui pointed to the main hall outside.

"Heal your uncle first, and then I will enlighten him!"

Wu Sheng urged the Dharma to expel the blood energy emanating from the body of Abbot Kong Kong. Then he left the meditation room and came to the main hall, where he heard Monk Kong Kong reciting a scripture that he did not understand.

"Master, what sutra are you reciting?"

"Calm down mantra." Monk Kong said.

"Master, such a trivial matter makes your mind upset. All your years as a monk have been wasted!" Wu Sheng sat cross-legged, looked up at the Buddha, waved his hands, and said hello.

"They say relationships are sad. I think you are really sad. King Rakshasa's physical body is basically destroyed. The biggest threat to our Lanruo Temple has been eliminated. How about I go down the mountain again to help you solve this problem?

big trouble?"

"How to solve it?" Monk Kong turned his head and looked at Wu Sheng.

"Send her to Buddha and let him enlighten her." Wu Sheng raised his hand and pointed to the Buddha statue in front of him.

Hey! Monk Kong sighed after hearing this.

"Master, if you really feel that you owe her something and want to compensate her, it's easy for me to say, in the future, I will help her three times within my ability!"

"She wants to kill Xiao Guang, the emperor of Jin Dynasty."

"What I said is within my ability. If she wants to go to heaven, why don't you find a ladder to heaven for her to go up to?" Wu Sheng said angrily.

Monk Kong, who was always unparalleled in eloquence, unexpectedly did not refute, but was deep in thought. After a moment, he raised his head and slapped Wu Sheng fiercely.

"Your suggestion seems to be good. I do owe her as a teacher. Then save her three times when she is in danger!"

"You are quick-witted and have a bit of the grace of a teacher!"

Okay, I’m starting to be shameless again!

Two days later, Abbot Kongkong woke up. His body was getting thinner and his face was a little gloomy. He looked like a dying old man. Such a mental state was very worrying.

But when he heard that the heart of the suppressed Rakshasa King in the demon-suppressing formation below Lanruo Temple was destroyed by the two brothers, he laughed loudly and shouted three times in a row.
Chapter completed!