Chapter 705

"That young lady..."

"It's providence. No one can change it. Everything is predestined to be good."

Blue sky says, the corner of the mouth peeped out a tiny but imperceptible sneer.

After Xiao Yifeng got the heart of the angel, he opened it and saw that the holy and powerful breath was diffused. It seemed that this thing was really a divine thing, which was elusive, and it was difficult for Xiao Yifeng's perspective eye to see it.

After reading it, Xiao Yifeng no longer studies it and is ready to go back first.

It's just that Xiao Yifeng didn't walk long, his eyes just flashed, turned around and rushed to a certain place.

A fierce battle is also going on in an open place in the east harbor.

The three monks of Lingyin Temple are being besieged by dozens of people, all of whom are wearing long robes, veils and special costumes.

"The man of the day!"

When Xiao Yifeng heard the news and came here, he looked at the group of people's dress, and his eyes flashed a different color. The other party was wearing the same clothes as the group of members of Indian tianrijiao who had participated in the elite competition in Japan.

Bang!

The old monk in the red cassock and an old man with gray hair, gloomy face and solemn look retreated. A fierce momentum rippled and the void air was lost.

"Lingyin Temple and your TIANRI sect have no grudge. What do you want to do?"

The old monk looked at each other and said.

"We only want Sari!"

Said the old man in a deep voice.

"This is the most precious treasure of Buddhism. How can I give it to you foreigners?"

The old monk cheered coldly, with a firm look in his eyes.

"My TIANRI religion is also the inheritance of Buddhism and Taoism. Why can't I get this relic?"

That day, the old man of Japanese religion hummed coldly.

"Anyway, I can't give it to you Gentiles!"

The old monk said with a strong face.

"Then don't blame us for being rude!"

The old man said, pinching the seal with both hands, and his strength burst out completely. In a flash, he rushed out very flexibly, and clapped his hand at the old monk.

"Vajra palm!"

The old monk cheered in a deep voice, and a golden light of Buddha filled his body, and a strong power of Buddhism and Taoism was released, and a fierce blow of his palm, and a powerful and powerful blow of his hand.

The two palms collided, and both of them were retreating. At this time, the two middle-aged monks in Lingyin Temple had been besieged and killed by the former.

Then these people's eyes were fixed on the old monk, and the terrible smell was diffused.

"Twist flower print!"

The old man twists his hands, condenses a mysterious mark, and blows out with a terrible breath.

The rest of the tianrijiao masters all took the hand, and a powerful attack broke out.

"Golden bell jar!"

The old monk cheered solemnly, with a golden light surging on his body, forming a hood.

Boom boom!

A wave of terrorist attacks, the whole tribe in the old monk outside that layer of cover, spread out bursts of roaring sound.

The dazzling light exploded, and the energy surged like a tide.

Poof!

At this time, the old man of the TIANRI sect gathered and made a flower twisting mark, which exploded on the golden cover and completely broke it.

The powerful force rushed away, and the old monk flew out directly, and the box with Buddhist beads on his body flew out.

Watching the box fly out, Xiao Yifeng's eyes in the distance are flashing.

"Stay here and don't move!"

At this time, a low voice sounded in Xiao Yifeng's ear, and then a figure burst out from his side.

"Third uncle!"

See clearly that figure, Xiao Yi breeze can't help but cry a way, this person is exactly his three uncles Xiao Han.

Bang!

Looking at the Buddha beads falling from the box, the old man of TIANRI sect was about to snatch them. As a result, Xiao Han dashed out with an arrow, patted them with one palm, and shook them back.

The other hand waved out, grabbed the relic, and threw it to Xiao Yifeng's position.

Seeing this, Xiao Yifeng realized that his third uncle wanted to help him get the Buddhist relic.

When Xiao Yifeng pursues the moon with nine stars, he grabs the relic in the palm of his hand and glances at Xiao Han.

"Go

Xiao Han said in a deep voice, Xiao Yifeng is also the first to leave here, with Xiao Han's strength, it will not be too dangerous.

"Up

Seeing that the relic was robbed, the old man of the Japanese sect cheered that day, and all the people attacked Xiao Han, and the old monk did it again.

Xiao Han showed a strong and incomparable strength, even blocked them all.Xiao Yifeng quickly fled there and wanted to return to the hotel.

But when he was more than 100 meters away from the hotel, a terrible sense of crisis came to his heart, and two terrible Qi directly locked Xiao Yifeng.

Then two figures appeared in front of him, one was the oldest of the white bishops, and the other was the man the blood clan fought with.

These two people now seem to be a bit embarrassed, a pair of experienced a fierce war appearance, but at this time these two people's eyes are staring at Xiao Yifeng.

"Give up the heart of the angel!"

"Give up the heart of the angel!"

The two people looked at Xiao Yifeng and said with one voice.

"I don't know what you're talking about?"

Xiao Yifeng said in a deep voice, his eyes flashing.

"Don't pretend, you have the breath of angel's heart, please hand it in, or you will be judged by God!"

The bishop in white stares at Xiao Yifeng with sharp eyes.

"Boy, as long as you give me the angel's heart, I can protect your life!"

That blood clan man's vision Sen cold vomit a way.

Xiao Yifeng's eyes twinkled. He didn't expect that they could find themselves so soon. The people in the temple could feel the breath of angel's heart, which Xiao didn't expect.

However, it is difficult for Xiao Yifeng to hand over the angel's heart.

"It seems that you are not going to hand it in, so accept the judgment of God."

The bishop in white gave a cold drink, and with a wave of the scepter in his hand, a breath of sacred terror burst out from him.

Even after a big war, but I don't know why, the white Bishop's strength has not been weakened at all, and even more terrible.

The breath of sacred terror oppressed Xiao Yifeng, which made him feel unbearable. It was like a god standing in front of him, which made him dare not have any disobedience.

"Judgment of God!"

The white bishop waved the scepter gently to Xiao Yifeng, and a white light came down from the sky and went directly to Xiao Yifeng.