Chapter 837

There was a gleam of gold in that punch!

"Bang!"

There was a clear blast in the air. Like a shell explosion, the demon was directly blown out.

He fell to the ground with another bang.

The demon's body is much harder than steel, which is the source of his self-confidence. But in the face of this faint golden fist, his whole body is directly sunken.

The air burst with blood. The demon fell to the ground and soon got up again, but he dared not face Anyang again.

Anyang glances at many demons on the ground. These demons often wear Taoist robes or monk's clothes. They are like monks or nuns who pursue the road. Unfortunately, only those who have been harmed by them know how ugly and cruel they are.

Without hesitation, he turned around and rushed down.

"Boom!"

He is a blow out, directly a demon wearing a monk's clothes into a pile of broken meat!

This side of the world is not all the strong ones like the crow and the statement. There are few like the hawk demon Taoist. Most of them are the little demons below. In Anyang's eyes, they are a group of scum and a group of scum without any evil.

At this time, he rushed into the bottom, naturally like a tiger into a flock of sheep. These demons could not run away, so he had to kill them one by one.

In the end, the demons became more and more scattered. After all, he was alone and was not easy to kill. He waved to release the light of the sky sword, whistling and shuttling on the mountain, and there were countless red fringed fringed fringed fringed among the rocks in the forest. He could pierce these demons one by one, or turn them into ashes.

His massacre lasted only for a moment, and he saw an old monk walk out of a stone temple in the distance.

The old monk is kind-hearted, wrapped in a scarlet cassock and dressed as an eminent monk, but Anyang can smell a strong smell of blood on him.

His face was a little heavy: "if this old man and Shang had gone down the mountain like this, he would have confused many people. It's estimated that in fact, he also killed many people under his hands. The cassock was full of fresh blood, and he didn't know what kind of magic monk he practiced! "

Just thinking about it, the monk walked on the earth, looked at him for a while, and then looked at the demons who were killed and wounded all around, but he seemed to care nothing. Instead, he raised his head like a model and saluted him with his hands together. Then he called out a Buddha's name and said, "Amitabha! I don't know where I offended the benefactor in the half moon hall, but it made him so angry!"

Anyang chuckled in the middle of the sky: "the half moon hall didn't offend me. My benefactor is here to give you something."

"Oh?"

"I give you relief!"

After Anyang finished, he rushed down to the monk.

The old monk was not too fast, he lifted the cassock for easy operation, and then slowly clapped his hand at him by reciting the Buddhist name.

"Amitabha!"

The fist and the palm soon collided.

The monk's palm print is glittering with the strong and majestic golden light of Buddhism, without any evil intention. Anyang's fist is a light golden luster, another style.

The two sides collided with each other with a bang!

Anyang's body dived at a high speed and then returned to the sky at a leisurely pace. The old monk also retreated for a long time to stabilize his body and his heart was shocked.

"Almsgiver, even if you come to kill my half moon hall, you have to give me a reason!" The old monk also knows that he can't be good today. He simply takes off his cassock. Before that, he straightened up his slightly bent body. His white clothes were propped up by muscles, and the whole body changed greatly.

Anyang said with a sneer, "immortal magic palace."

At this time, he had a beard, a big body, and a great change in breath, which was quite different from before. No wonder the old monk didn't recognize him.

"Oh, so it is, alas." The old monk sighed, "is it because of the evil palace again? Almsgiver knows that the power of the evil palace is great. It's not worth mentioning that the East wins Shenzhou, South zhanbu continent and even North Dulu continent. The real power of the evil palace is all in xiniuhezhou. That's the power that can suppress the gods. Why should the almsgiver fight against the evil palace?"

"Ha ha!" Anyang sneers twice. Knowing that the old monk is afraid of him, he doesn't want to talk to him more. "Less nonsense, take your life first!"

"Amitabha."

The old monk also knew that he could not be persuaded to retreat, so he immediately rushed to him.

"The seal of Vajra protecting Bodhisattva!"

"Boom!"

The fingerprint and Anyang collide and make a huge dull sound.

Anyang used all his strength this time, which was beyond the expectation of the old monk. He directly punched him out.

Then Anyang's body continued to catch up with the old monk. His eyes were shining with gold on his arms, and he continued to blow out one fist after another, making waves in circles.

At first, the old monk was able to resist in panic. Later, his hands were cut off, and his spells were broken by Anyang, so he had to be beaten passively."Bang! Bang! Bang!... "

The old monk's body is comparable to that of the golden body, but he was beaten by the gold fist of Anyang, which also made him bleed continuously.

Until he fell to the ground, he was seriously injured.

But the old monk was so tenacious that he turned over and climbed up. He didn't say much. He jumped up and flew to the sky.

"Want to run?" Anyang snapped. With one move, the sword light flew to the sky. He heard a constant roar, like a shotgun full of iron sand.

When the old monk saw the situation, he shocked his body, and even his whole body turned into a circle of golden light, surrounded by a golden dragon.

But this dragon is a Buddhist dragon, not a traditional Oriental Dragon. It's golden and has no feet. Its head is a bit like a cobra, circling the old monk.

"When!"

When the first sword came up, it made a sound of gold and iron.

Then the sword light broke, and the snow-white pieces flew across the sky.

But countless swords come in a flash.

This golden nagalon and a circle of golden lights can be called perfect defense. Under such a big gap in strength, it can provide the old monk with such a long defense. But it is not a artifact after all. It is still broken after blocking hundreds of sword lights!

"Poof! Poof! Poof!... "

The air splashed out a stream of blood mist, which was falling down in a great deal. The old monk immediately felt the pain of thousands of arrows penetrating his heart.

"Take it!"

Anyang waved, and the sword light disappeared one after another!

With a bang, the old monk fell to the ground, his body was riddled with holes, and the blood flowed out. But he's not dead, he's still breathing.

Anyang flew up and fell to him.

He looked at Anyang weakly but calmly, smiled and trembled, and put his hands together. He said: "when I started on this road, the old monk didn't expect to have a good end." in the book of Bodhisattva's Yingluo Sutra, white Buddha said: "follow the fate, good will be rewarded, evil will be rewarded.". The old monk has done many evil things in his life, but he didn't expect to have a good result. "

"However, the old monk never lied. All the forces of the immortal devil's palace gathered in xiniuhezhou to suppress the general of luohantian. Almsgiver, let's give up the idea of revenge."

"Give up?" Anyang sneers, "I will definitely find them. If I can't do it in a thousand years, I will find them!"

"Amitabha."

The old monk opened his hands and closed his eyes.

But after a while, he found that Anyang did not kill him, and did not know where to go. And I am surrounded by a Dharma array, shining with gold, and I am locked in place.

"Alas!" The old monk looked at the top of the mountain where the eye half moon hall was, and closed his eyes again.

In the distance, killing and shouting are interwoven into a beautiful music.

Anyang didn't want to try the power of ancient nerves and innate powers any more. He chose the most efficient way to wash the mountain with red tassel and sword light.

A famous demon soon fell into a pool of blood.

What they used to do to others, and what they enjoyed, now happens to themselves, only grief and anger.

"Come on that kid, there's a way for me to come down!"

"Grandpa Niu is going to swallow you!"

"Ah!"

Anyang's face is cold and unusual. He controls countless sword lights in an orderly way. Purple and red tassels attack automatically. No matter strong or weak, beautiful or ugly, young or old, he can't let go of any!

Even some demons don't have evil spirit. They should have never done bad things. He is still merciless!

Soon there were few demons left on the mountain.

The scattered stars escaped a little. He cleaned up a lot with the energy cannon, and he didn't want to take care of the rest. He put up the energy cannon, sword light and fringe, and turned around and rose to the sky.

With a bang, he fell back to the old monk.

When the old monk heard the sound, he opened his eyes. His pupils were muddy. He looked up and down at Anyang and opened his mouth and said, "the donor's killing is so heavy!"

"I asked you a few questions."

"Ask." The old monk nodded directly.

Anyang was stunned.

"Well?"

Quickly, he said, "you half moon hall has collected a lot of good things over the years, right? Where is it? "

"Not much. Most of them have been handed over to the giant temple, and then they will be sent to the immortal devil's palace. The rest is under the Hesheng palace. Go and get it."

"What about the classics of banyuetang?"

"Classics Collection? The half moon hall is just a group of guilty demons, people and organizations gathered together. It doesn't recruit disciples to cultivate new blood. Where is the collection of classics! "

"What else do you have?"

"There are a group of children at the bottom of the falling feather hall. They were used by the old monk to devour. But now you are here. The old monk can't use them. Please let them go." The old monk finished the cruel words with an extremely compassionate expression."And what else?" Anyang has cold eyes.

"No more."

"No more?"

"No more."

"Tell me about the immortal palace!"

"Benefactor." The old monk raised his head and looked at him with a kind of pity. "Apart from the residual power of Tianting and Lingshan, the devil's palace is the most powerful force in the world. The branch of the devil's palace you see is just the external power of the devil's palace to guard the people and horses everywhere. Even if the arhat and tianbingtian who fell down hundreds of years ago were born again in xiniuhezhou, they could not escape the fate of being killed by the devil's palace Is the Lord sure to make enemies with the demon palace? "

"Yes!" Anyang's tone is firm!

"Ha ha ha ha." The old monk smiled, "I haven't been to the devil's palace, I only know it's in xiniuhezhou, but where it is, I don't know, or it's too wide..."

After a long time, the old monk swallowed.

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