"Great monk, I won't argue with you about the rest of the things in the courtyard. Anyway, they are all taken from this world."

"But, you really can't move this sword."

"If you move, you will be killed."

Yang Yunfan persuaded again and again.

However, a person's greed is like being possessed by a demon throughout his life, and even ten cows can't pull him back.

"I, Buddha, want to use your sword, what can you do?"

Monk Wu Zhai snorted coldly, took a step back, and then with a crash, his two sleeves suddenly stretched out, spreading out like vines, reaching towards the Thunder Sword.

"brush!"

The next moment, Monk Wu Zhai's two hands touched the Thunder Sword together.

"Haha, this sword is mine!"

Both hands grabbed the Thunder Sword. The sword was almost in his pocket. Monk Wu Zhai couldn't help but laugh. Then he looked at Yang Yunfan proudly and said contemptuously: "Why didn't you stop? You weren't very capable just now.

Did you suddenly figure it out, knowing that the lie would be exposed sooner or later, and just accept your fate? "

"I have indeed figured it out."

Yang Yunfan nodded lightly, then his figure flickered, and with a bang, it turned directly into the flame element that filled the sky, wrapped around the bronze crane, and teleported dozens of miles away in an instant, far away from this small courtyard.

At the same time, his voice came from afar: "I have saved you twice. It's a pity that you don't cherish it and insist on committing suicide... As the old saying goes, you will not survive if you do your own evil. Just do as you wish.

."

"What's the meaning?"

The Wuzhai monk touched his bald head with a puzzled look on his face.

In addition, he was also a little strange. Yang Yunfan was obviously very strong, but why didn't he have any energy fluctuations just now?

Also, Yang Yunfan’s character is too good, right?

He and others robbed many things in his courtyard, and even tried to steal his sword, but he remained silent.

This kind of mind requires only one Buddhist saint in every generation!

If this guy can be brought back to Bahuang Zen Monastery and allowed to study the ancient scriptures, he can help the Zen Monastery cultivate a contemporary eminent monk.

But whatever.

It's not your turn to worry about this kind of thing.

"Thunder Sword!"

At this time, Monk Wu Zhai refocused his attention on the dark purple thunder sword in his hand, which was like a thunder striking wood. He gently touched the sword body and heard,

Numb electric light.

For a moment, he looked a little intoxicated.

"What a good sword."

"With this sword as a foundation, even if I don't get anything next, I will be satisfied!"

Monk Wu Zhai held the Thunder Sword and stroked it gently with his fingers, as if caressing his precious son.

"Boom!"

However, at this moment, dark clouds roared in the sky, and for just a few breaths, the originally clear sky suddenly became extremely dark.

A pitch-black thunderstorm vortex was rapidly forming.

In the whirlpool, electric light flashed and thunder filled the air, intertwining into a power grid and covering the entire world.

"It's going to rain heavily."

Monk Wu Zhai looked up and didn't take it seriously.

Then, he took the Thunder Sword and entered the small courtyard, preparing to wait for the heavy rain to pass before leaving.

"kindness?"

"not good!"

However, he had only taken two steps when he suddenly felt something was wrong.

His soul seemed to be locked by some terrifying aura, making it almost impossible to move.

For a moment, he was in a state of soullessness.

"Thunder Sword..."

The next moment, his eyelids twitched and he suddenly realized something. He looked at the black and purple wooden sword in his hand.

At this time, under the thunder light, he could clearly see the appearance of the Thunder Sword.

This is clearly not a wooden sword.

The wood grain on it is just a disguise.

This thunder sword is actually composed of terrifying thunder energy, but most of the power is locked by the thunder patterns on the surface and is not leaked out.

"boom!"

Suddenly, a dark purple thunder, carrying the supreme world-destroying aura of Shenxiao Thunder, fell from the sky.

Ordinary thunderbolts are only as thick as the mouth of a bowl, and eternal tribulation thunders are only about ten feet wide, but this thunderbolt is several feet wide, which is terrifying enough.

When it fell, there was silence between heaven and earth. Only the void here made a sound like cracking silk.

This thunder pierced the space and came from the original universe.

Among them, there is a hint of immortal level destruction!

"Boom!"

The thunder from the sky fell and merged with the thunder patterns on the Thunder Sword.

A moment, day

The ground was bright, especially this small courtyard. It was like the sun rising into the sky, the brightness was terrifying to the extreme.

This brilliance is clearly visible even from thousands of miles away.

"No!"

In the darkness, Monk Wu Zhai was completely swallowed up by the thunder, and his face twisted crazily under the lightning.

It was obvious that he wanted to throw away the Thunder Sword and then run away.

However, the power of thunder is really terrifying!

"laugh"

In the bright light of thunder, after just struggling for a moment, Monk Wu Zhai's body melted like a candle, and then exploded into a ball of black flames, which finally disappeared without leaving even a trace of dust.

"Zizzizi..."

As soon as Monk Wu Zhai died, the thunder in the sky seemed to have lost its target and began to slowly dissipate.

The sky and the earth became clear again.

"Buzz..."

In the small courtyard, Monk Wu Zhai had been completely wiped out. Only the Thunder Sword, which was wrapped in electric light after devouring the power of thunder, was floating quietly in the air.

The divine sword belongs to those who are capable.

What Monk Wu Zhai said is quite right.

Unfortunately, he misjudged his abilities.

…

In the small courtyard, when the thunder fell just now, some of the thunderous breath that escaped caused a lot of air waves, which had completely leveled everything in the small courtyard.

The low walls of houses and wooden fences were all turned into powder under the lightning strike.

As for the disciples of Bahuang Temple who came with Monk Wu Zhai, they were also disturbed by the power of thunder.

However, fortunately, they were not the targets of Thunder's attack and their injuries were not serious.

"Ahem..."

After recovering for a while, one or two great monks with relatively good cultivation got up from the ground.

There was blood bleeding from the corners of their mouths, and there were burnt marks all over their faces, all because they were implicated in the thunder falling just now.

"The sword is still here."

"So, where is senior brother Wu Zhai?"

These people searched around but couldn't find Monk Wu Zhai. Even the monk's life breath had completely dissipated.

"not good!"
Chapter completed!