Feeling the other party's surge in skills, breaking the fire of his own, his righteous momentum, and the five scents hidden in the dark, Yuan Qing sneered: "Who else, let me see it together!"

"Amitabha! Good, good!" As the Buddha's name sounded, five figures appeared around the ice sedan chair. After the combat power, they were like a statue of a Bodhisattva, as if it was moving but not moving. The breath merged into the world, blocking all the roads that Yuan Qingwei could escape.

Through the ice sedan chair, Yuan Qingwei saw a monk standing in front of him holding a Zen stick in his hand, with a burly and powerful figure, looking forty or fifty years old, but both bearded and white.

The bearded eyebrows on the front right are all black, but their skin is loose and full of wrinkles. Only their eyes are kind and there is no turbidity.

There was a man behind the left, with a thin figure, wearing a ragged monk's robe, half-reliant on a green bamboo stick, half-closed eyes, and it seemed like sleeping but not sleeping, which was so comfortable.

On the right is a short and fat man with a bare chest and breasts exposed, with a big belly, looking like a Maitreya Buddha. His chubby face was missing and he kept smiling, but the breath on his body was not at all happy, but instead he was a kind of compassion.

Finally, the head of the five people, the one standing in front of him looked like a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy, but his whole body exuded a dead silence like a rotten wood.

"It's these guys who dare to betray me? Lingjiu Temple Dahui, Qixia Temple is difficult, Lianhua Temple is quiet, Donglin City is Zhen, and Miyin Temple is prosperous. In addition, the dozens of little guys hidden behind, more than 70% of your Buddhist powers are gathered here. If all of them fail here, your Buddhist will be almost ruined!"

Yuan Qingwei's voice came from the ice sedan, full of disdain.

"Amitabha! Senior's cultivation is tremendous and profound, so we are naturally no match for each other. But under the great Buddha, a great demon is suppressed in the underground palace. Senior enters it and tries to kill the guardian beast White Qilin. In the future, there will be endless poisons. Please wait for us to turn around. Now, it is not too late to repair the sheep."

It was like a young man's mercy and prosperity spoke, but his voice was like an old man in his eighties and nineties. His words also made Yuan Qingwei stunned for a long time.

"Big Demon?" After repeating softly, Yuan Qingwei realized that what the other party should be talking about was the dragon vein left by Emperor Huangdi of Xuanyuan.

This dragon vein represents the will of heaven and earth in the past, and for people today, it is indeed a disaster that is endless.

But Yuan Qingwei still felt a little ridiculous. The son of destiny who used to fight for the world has now become a cancer of the world. Yuan Qingwei suppressed the resentment in his heart and said, "Do you really know what is worshipped in the underground palace below?"

Ku Rong was stunned for a moment, and Yuan Qing sneered: "Sure enough, you know nothing."

After the words came to an end, Yuan Qingwei took action without hesitation.

A fire flashed by, and he suddenly appeared beside Ku Rong. Although the other party was the strongest among the five, for Yuan Qingwei, the gap between the five people was not big.

So I didn't have any choice. I raised my hand and stretched out my fingers. The thick energy condensed at his fingertips, and the flames turned into a fiery sword energy, stabbing the eyebrows of Zen Master Kurong in front.

The energy was sharp and hissing, and the face of Ku Rong changed slightly. He put his hands in front of him and gently pushed it out. The thick energy turned into a three-foot wall of Qi blocked him in front of him. At the same time, Zen Master Dahui, who was holding a Zen stick, also shook the Zen stick in his hand, and his body tumbling up. The authentic Buddhist primitive skills reached the extreme, slashing at Yuan Qingwei with his finger in the air, breaking the sword energy in mid-air.

At the same time, the monk Lezhen, who was like Maitreya, held a bamboo stick and his skin was silenced and his skin was loose at the same time. He cooperated with Ku Rong and Da Hui to form a huge formation, trapping Yuan Qingwei in it.

Yuan Qingwei, who is in the center, feels that the auras of the five people opposite are almost integrated. At the same time, the auras of dozens of Buddhist warriors hidden in the dark are also reflected by the five people. Nearly a thousand years of skills are gathered here. As the steps of the five old monks change, they tightly entangle Yuan Qingwei.

The surrounding space also showed a strange floating feeling. Yuan Qingwei, who was in it, felt that his own power consumption speed was increasing at home. No! It cannot be said that it was swallowing, but the space around became very strange, as if nothing was empty, which made the skills that Yuan Qingwei used quickly radiate.

This is a natural change of water flowing to the lower part, which contains the extremely profound theory of formlessness of Buddhism. It is a little more clever and difficult to deal with than Yuan Qingwei's intake of the black turtle in the underground palace.

"Space?" Yuan Qing sneered slightly, and then spoke in the tone of heaven: "The world is called Yu in all directions, and the past is called Zhou in the present. I am the master of Haotian. The vast universe is also the thing in my palm. Since you want to compete with me with Yudao? It's ridiculous!"

After saying that, the authority of Yudao and the authority of direction were simultaneously active. Although the old monks practiced Zen for decades and had been quite sensitive in spiritual enlightenment, they were still much worse than the black turtle and they all took the wrong direction.

The just-formed formation was instantly destroyed. Yuan Qingwei made a mistake in his steps and raised his hand to press it against Dunan Tianling.

It seems that the oldest person in the past year is the youngest among the five, but he looks very old because of his special skills.

At this time, facing Yuan Qingwei's killing move, the Buddhist mysterious skill reached its peak, and the right palm turned completely golden, like gold cast, and a light palm slapped out. In a vague way, there seemed to be a sound of Sanskrit in the void.

Yuan Qing sneered slightly and faced his palms. The power of the Three Fire Light Bell flowed out through his palms. Dunn's face was pale. The golden palm suddenly emitted a faint smell of flesh, and then it dries up instantly, like a mummy after the water evaporated.

Seeing this, Xinji, who was holding a bamboo stick, shook his lightly and hit his shoulder, cutting off his entire arm, saving his life.

"Amitabha!" Ku Rong said the Buddha's name, stretched out his hand, and a thick sword energy broke through the air, and shot straight towards Yuan Qing's eyebrows with the true meaning of Buddhism.

It's strange that this sword energy is actually not sharp. It's obviously fierce and powerful like a hammer hitting, but it gives people the feeling that this is a sword energy, not a powerful energy.

Faced with such an attack, Yuan Qing shook his long sleeves and flames appeared. The magical power of the golden thunder clothes was hidden in it. After shattering it, it turned into thousands of qi lights and threw it towards Kurong.

"Give it back to you!"

After the words came, Yuan Qingwei avoided Xinji's bamboo stick and Zhen's fingering force again, and his footsteps changed. Before the opponent's formation was formed again, he came to Zhen's side and reached out to press his Tianling down.

Seeing that Le Zhen was about to die in Yuan Qingwei's hands, he showed the profound Zen skills of the great Buddhist masters, and was not afraid of danger and responded calmly. His Buddhist skills were sprayed out of his pores, forming an extremely huge qi shield outside his body.

A faint golden light appeared, as thick and peaceful as a thousand-year-old copper bell, facing Shangyuan Qingwei's palm.
Chapter completed!