A golden giant palm transformed out of thin air, pressing down towards Xuanyue with a vast Buddha light. Xuanyue suddenly raised her head, and the pretty face as white as the moon was cold, and the seven-petal small flowers on her forehead appeared and disappeared. The fox fur on her body was blown by the powerful air current raised by the giant palm, and her body could not move as if it had solidified. The colorful Tianrui Hualing that had been swept out was also forcibly suppressed.

Ruoku felt that the pulling force suddenly disappeared, his body regained freedom, and immediately spread his body and escaped to Nanwu Peak. Xuanyue's eyes watched the giant palm clenched towards him, and the bones in his body seemed to be crushed, and two red clouds rose on his pretty face.

Buzz ~

The seven-petal flower on Xuan Yue's eyebrows suddenly became a little clearer, and two terrifying colors flashed through her eyes. The momentum on her body increased a hundred times. She roared to the sky, and a terrifying force suddenly burst out from her body.

boom!

The giant palm with Buddha's light was shaken by the huge force bursting from Xuan Yue's body and disappeared invisible. The Tianrui Hua Ling was thousands of feet long, and it quickly slashed towards Nan Wu Peak with a momentum of destroying the world.

Seeing that Nan Wu Peak was about to turn into dust under the blow of Tianrui Hualing, the vast Buddhist singing suddenly sounded, and Nan Wu Peak was hidden in the peaceful golden light. Seven golden pagodas stood suddenly, and circles of Buddha light on the pagoda radiated around, giving people a feeling of peace and solidity.

Pang!

Tianrui Hualing slashed on the mountain protection formation with a momentum that destroyed the world. The golden mountain protection formation was still motionless. The seven pagodas suddenly shone with Buddha light. Xuanyue bit her bright red lips tightly, her eyes were cold and persistent. With a wave of her bare hands, Tianrui Hualing slashed on the mountain protection formation one by one. As the Tianrui Flower Silhouette in Xuanyue's hand was swinging out, the light of the seven pagodas gradually dimmed.

Xuan Yue was about to continue to use his power, but suddenly trembled suddenly. The powerful momentum on his body quickly weakened. The seven-petal flower located at the center of his eyebrows disappeared completely. A strong sense of weakness and dizziness came, and his face was as pale as paper. Xuan Yue waved his hand and took a breath, barely taking a breath, and shouted coldly: "Listen to the bald donkey of the Void Sect. If he dares to hurt him a cold hair, I will definitely shovel Nanwu Peak and destroy the Void Sect!" As he said that, he was unwilling to spin on the spot, turning into a ball of colorful phosus and disappearing.

In the dark night, seven Buddha-light pagodas still stood around Nanwu Peak, and the golden mountain protection array shone the radius of dozens of miles as if it were daytime.

On Nanwu Peak, in the Great Compassion Hall.

Han Yun faced a group of bald heads calmly, but his heart was a little scared. The bald heads around him were not simple, and the weakest ones were the early stage of Buddha Infant. He casually clicked. Among the eight bald heads in the hall, three were the early stage of Buddha Infant, two were the middle stage of Buddha Infant, and two were the late stage of Buddha Infant. This powerful lineup was really scary. These bald heads should be the top leaders of the Void Sect.

The old monk wearing a big red cassock and a string of black Buddhist beads hanging around his neck looked a bit illusory, but his cultivation level was not visible. However, Han Yun instinctively felt that this old monk was the most powerful among the bald heads.

Han Yun now realized that his idea of ​​stealing the Nine Sons Bodhi was a bit whimsical. Or maybe it was because his facts were going too smoothly recently and he gradually became a little arrogant. At this time, he was surrounded by masters and felt that his mid-stage cultivation of the Golden Pill was not enough.

"Who is the donor?" The old monk suddenly opened his eyes. His eyes were very turbid, and the muscles on his face were loose and shriveled. At first glance, the old monk was just an ordinary old man.

"Old monk, who are you?" Since he had fallen into the other party's hands and the masters were standing in a row, he could not escape at all, so Han Yun also took the initiative and asked indifferently.

"Thief, don't be rude to the master's Dharma image clone!" A sudden shout was like a thunder thunder in the sky, which made the Great Compassion Palace sway a little. Han Yun felt a buzzing ear, and was shocked by surprise. He looked away. He saw a monk with a tiger-backed and bear-backed waist staring at him with a fierce spirit. His eyes as big as a copper bell were almost spitting out of fire, as if he had a grudge against Han Yun for killing his father and his wife.

"If you are angry, don't be impatient!" The old monk said calmly. The fierce monk immediately put his hands together and buzzed, "Yes, I know I'm wrong!" But the gaze still stared at Han Yun fiercely.

Han Yun shrugged indifferently, turned his head to face the old monk, and was secretly surprised. Then he understood why the old monk looked a little illusory. It turned out to be a clone of Dharma images. In this way, the old monk's cultivation level has reached the God-Sculpting Stage, and his soul can leave his body and turn it into a clone of Dharma images.

"The donor's cultivation has reached the middle stage of the Golden Pill. It is very rare to be a young age. But it seems that he is not a disciple of the Zhudao Sect. I don't know which sect the donor's master, why did he kill more than 60 disciples of my Void Sect for no reason!" The old monk said very peacefully. When his cultivation reached his level, his Buddha's heart was already very strong and he would not be easily affected by external affairs. However, the more than ten bald heads around him showed sadness and anger, and his eyes were all unkind when they looked at Han Yun, especially the evil monk with the Dharma name Ruochen. It seemed that he wanted to swallow Han Yun alive.

Seeing that the old monk was still kind, Han Yun hugged and said, "Han Yun is not a disciple of the Zhudao Sect, and I was not killed by the monk in the Jokhang Temple in Nanyuan City!"

"How can the donor explain the fact that he was trapped by the Dragon Subduing Golden Head!" The old monk's eyes drooped, as if he was about to fall asleep. Han Yun was embarrassed to say that he had committed a disaster in order to steal the spiritual medicine from the temple, and he couldn't help but get speechless for a moment.

"I still want to argue, but I'm too late!" Ruo yelled angrily.

Han Yun couldn't help rolling his eyes and said lightly: "I'm not a deaf person, and I'm still careful that your saliva is all touching the bald head next to you!"

Ruochen was stunned and couldn't help but turn his head and look at it. Sure enough, he found that Ruoku's ring scar was stained with saliva on his side. His old face couldn't help but blush and he glared at Han Yun fiercely.

Han Yun smiled and turned his head to the old monk's Dharma appearance and said, "Old monk, the gate of the Jokhang Temple was wide open at that time. I just felt something was wrong, so I went in and took a look, but found that all the monks in the temple were killed by a knife. They were about to leave, but were trapped by the golden peak!"

"Amitabha Buddha, because the temple gate was wide open, the donor Han sneaked into the temple with his cloak. This statement is unconvincing!" The old monk proclaimed the Buddha's name and said lightly. Not to mention that these monks did not believe it, even Han Yun himself did not believe it. Han Yun hesitated for a moment and still told the story.

After hearing this, the bald men looked different, with some confusion, some embarrassment, and some anger!

The old Shang closed his eyes slightly, and then opened it for a while and said, "What Mr. Han can tell the story of the Nine Sons Bodhi is true. So it is the people from Hua Shenwu who want to blame Zhudao to provoke the dispute between our sect and Zhudao Sect?"

Han Yun shrugged and said, "Maybe, I haven't seen with my own eyes that it was the Hua Shenwu people who killed the disciples of the sect!"

"Master, we cannot believe this thief's words easily. Maybe he is a disciple of the Zhudao Sect and deliberately pushes responsibility!" Ruo said rushingly, looking at Han Yun with a hint of hatred.

Han Yun said lightly: "I am not a disciple of the Zhudao Sect. Even if you Void Sect send someone to destroy the Zhudao Sect now, it doesn't matter to me. I have explained the matter clearly. You can leave now, right?"

"Fuck, I want to send us away in just a few words. I think we are all fools, and I have more than 60 lives. How can I let you go so easily? Moreover, your companion killed Junior Brother Ruoyu and kept saying that he wanted to flatten my Void Sect. I want to see how the demon girl destroyed my Void Sect!" Ruo shouted angrily.

Han Yun couldn't help but be stunned and asked, "What companion? What kind of witch?"

Ruoku snorted coldly and said, "Don't pretend to be stupid. Even if the cause of death of the disciples in the Jokhang Temple has nothing to do with you, Junior Brother Ruoyu died at the hands of your companion. If that witch doesn't give me justice to the Void Sect, don't you want to leave here!"

Han Yun's face was slightly dark. It seemed that the old monk Ruoyu was killed by a woman. According to his tone, the woman killed Ruoyu in order to save him. The woman he knew emerged in Han Yun's mind and said, "Yaoyao is impossible. Xuanyue should not have that cultivation level, is Jin'er? Or is it enough?"

When Han Yun thought of Chu Junchuo, he became a little excited. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that it was possible. Only she had the ability to kill Ruoyu, who was in the Buddha Infant Stage.

"Amitabha Buddha, Donor Han, I must not believe what you said. I will know the authenticity after verifying with the Knife Crown Sect. If it is verified, I will let you go safely. Now I will be wronged by Donor Han for the time being!" As he said that, he waved his right hand, and the black Buddhist beads lit up a circle of Buddha light and looked down at Han Yun.

Han Yun was shocked and was about to resist, but found that he was suppressed by a huge force and could not move at all. Under the cover of the golden Buddhist beads, Han Yun disappeared out of thin air.

"Master, you really believe what Han Yun said. Even if it is true as he said, then Junior Brother Ruoyu's death will be forgotten?" Ruo said in grief and anger.

The old Shang closed his eyes and didn't know what he was thinking. After a while, he said calmly: "The woman in white today is not simple. If we misunderstood first, then the mistake is on our side. There is no need to establish a terrible strong enemy for this!"

"Although that woman is powerful, hasn't she retreated yet? She can't subdue her with her master's cultivation? Even if she doesn't help, she can ask the masters and ancestors to take action!" Ruoju said unwillingly.
Chapter completed!