Chapter 116: One Qi Becomes Three Pure Ones!

Boom!

The blood-red sword light that captured people's hearts was overwhelming, and it contained a terrifying force that could destroy the world.

The momentum of the three saints of the Hanging Temple was blocked. After a lot of effort, they barely offset the destructive sword light.

Xuyun and the other two were still in shock, "Devil, what kind of swordsmanship is this?"

This sword move had an unstoppable killing momentum, as if all the immortals who were high above were to be killed.

Those with weak minds would even have a mental breakdown when facing this sword, and become stupid idiots on the spot.

Fortunately, the three of them were proficient in Buddhist meditation and had a deep fortune in this regard, but even so, they were very embarrassed in front of the sword just now.

At this time, Ye Junlin's long silver-white hair was flying wildly, his eyes were full of murderous aura, and he held a three-foot green sword in his hand, standing proudly in the world.

It really felt like a big devil!

"Listen carefully, this sword technique is called the donkey-killing sword technique, and it is specifically designed to kill old bald donkeys like you!"

"Evil creature, how dare you speak so arrogantly!" The hot-tempered Elder Long Xiang was furious, his body was as fast as lightning, holding the Demon Subduing Stick and sweeping it violently, shattering all the void along the way, with a terrifying momentum.

Clang!

The Demon Subduing Stick vibrated violently, and a surging force was transmitted to Elder Long Xiang's arms, causing him to retreat with gritted teeth, and the blood in his body surged, which was very uncomfortable.

Ye Junlin said: "That's it?"

Elder Long Xiang said angrily: "Why are you two still standing there? Are you watching a joke?"

Xuyun's eyes were deep, "Each of you stand in your position and work together to besiege him!"

Elder Qingjing said: "That's what I mean."

Swish swish swish!

The next second, the three saints of the Hanging Temple adjusted their status, covering Ye Junlin with a triangular force, and then launched attacks in their respective positions.

Even though he was besieged by three people, Ye Junlin, with one hand behind his back and the other holding the Cangyuan Sword, still managed to handle it with ease.

Clang clang clang~!

Above Mount Fantuo, the sound of metal clashing was endless, and the flat ripples visible to the naked eye were extremely dense.

During the whole process, the three saints of the Hanging Temple became more and more frightened, and they didn't gain any advantage at all!

"Damn it, when the three of us were famous in the East Region, we didn't encounter such a difficult opponent. Which era is this old monster?" Elder Longxiang said depressedly.

"Xuyun, where did you get such a strong man? When the old abbot was alive, he warned you not to make enemies for the Hanging Temple. You nodded at that time, and now you are getting us into trouble!" Elder Qingjing chattered.

Xuyun became more and more angry as he listened, and he suppressed his anger and didn't get angry.

Staring at the sword-holding figure, his heart was greatly shaken.

Logically speaking, even if the mountain protection formation was damaged to a certain extent, it would still increase their strength, but in this situation, none of the three of them could gain the upper hand!

It is conceivable that the strength of this demon is far beyond imagination!

Swish!

Ye Junlin held the Cangyuan Sword and swung it out fiercely. The sword light spread like a wave, full of terrifying killing power.

"Uh," the three people retreated as if struck by lightning.

"I thought you were so powerful, but it turns out you are just like this." Ye Junlin shook his head and said.

"Damn it, our Three Saints of the Hanging Temple were actually underestimated!"

"Xuyun, if you ask me, I'd better use that power. Anyway, it has been accumulated for so many years, so what if it is consumed?"

The other two kept nagging in his ears.

"Shut up! I know what I am doing!"

Xuyun couldn't bear it anymore and yelled at his two old partners.

The two were stunned and looked at each other.

Xuyun looked at the silver-haired young man in front of him, his eyes emitting a brilliant light that could split the sky, and he grinned: "Demon Ye, I will let you see the greatest foundation of my Hanging Temple next!"

After saying that, the abbot of the Hanging Temple pinched his fingers with one hand and chanted a spell.

Buzz buzz buzz~

Invisibly, a special power was released from the temple, and it seemed to be attracted and descended on the three of them.

This power is very pure, sacred and flawless!

Boom boom boom...

The three of them seemed to have received some kind of blessing. When their eyes opened and closed, golden light shone everywhere, and each of them had a solemn appearance, like a Buddha who saves the suffering.

Compared to just now, the aura on them was at least dozens of times stronger!

"Hmm?"

Ye Junlin frowned.

"Not good, Master is in danger!" Li Wujie's eyebrows jumped, looking at the three brilliant Buddha lights, like the sun across the sky, and fear filled his heart.

Hong Qianye's face changed slightly, and he said in a rare solemn tone: "This is the power of incense!"

The three saints of the Hanging Temple who were blessed by the power of incense, even he felt a sense of powerlessness from the bottom of his heart.

If he were to face these three people, the only thought in his mind would be to escape!

"Amitabha~"

A Buddhist chant echoed in the sky like a huge bell.

The old monk in a cassock held one hand on his chest and the other hand held a golden staff. His old face had a bit more compassion for the world.

But his eyes were full of murderous intent!

"Damn it, I wanted to accumulate more incense power so that I could have a chance to break through the legendary true fairyland. Now, in order to deal with this tricky demon, I can only be forced to consume it to improve my strength."

"Even if I kill it in the end, it will be even more difficult to condense the power of incense again. After all, the reputation of the Hanging Temple has been ruined..."

Thinking of this, Xuyun gnashed his teeth in hatred.

This is why he wanted to silence all the outsiders before, even if he would rather kill a thousand by mistake than let one go. This was to prevent the news from leaking out and causing a negative impact on the Xuankong Temple.

If no one recognizes the Xuankong Temple, naturally no pilgrims will come to worship and provide a steady stream of incense.

This is undoubtedly a major blow to the Buddhist forces!

But now, this road has been cut off!

The culprit is right in front of him!

"Is this your confidence?" Ye Junlin stood with his sword in hand, his eyes so bright, and his silver-white hair fluttering in the wind.

The sense of oppression brought by these three people at this time made him feel excited from the bottom of his heart!

"Ye Motou, when I use this power, you will have no chance of winning!"

"Suffer death!"

Xuyun's tongue exploded with spring thunder, and he started to swing his treasure staff.

The other two people made a swish sound and launched a pincer attack on Ye Junlin!

With a rumble, several figures broke into a terrifying fierce battle. The energy flow released in the fight raged wildly, and the sand and dust billowed.

If it weren't for the special nature of Mount Fantuo, protected by a mountain-protecting formation, and if it hadn't been infiltrated by Buddhism and transformed from the inside out, it would have been shattered into powder under the impact of this force.

"I want to see how long you can last?" Xu Yun sneered.

The Xuankong Temple has gone through a long period of time and has been worshiped by countless people. The power of the accumulated incense is so huge. Once you choose to bless yourself, your combat power is extremely terrifying.

soon.

Ye Junlin began to be under siege, and even the spells used were resolved by the three of them.

Suddenly, a loud cry like a whale sounded.

Kunpeng, who was wandering outside, saw his master in trouble, changed his body shape and rushed into Mount Fantuo through the gap, opening his mouth to spray out destructive energy light waves.

Boom!

The beam of light was so dazzling that it wanted to destroy the heaven and the earth.

But in the eyes of Xu Yun now, Kunpeng's attack was nothing at all.

"Hmph, you evil beast!"

He raised his hand to defeat the beam of light, and then grabbed the Kunpeng. The big golden palm print had a swastika, full of sacred aura.

Kunpeng tried his best, but in the end he couldn't escape the fate of being suppressed. The golden palm print turned into a five-finger mountain, making it difficult to move.

"You have a destiny with Buddhism. I will teach you later, and you will become the guardian beast of my Xuankong Temple from now on." Xu Yun's eyes flashed with greed.

This is Kunpeng, the supreme king among the demon clan. He has terrifying growth potential in the future. If he can use it for his own use, then the previous losses will be nothing.

Ye Junlin's eyes turned cold, "Old bald donkey, do you dare to touch my Kun?"

A Kun?

What a bullshit name!

Xu Yun cursed in his heart and sneered: "So what if I move? Do you think you are still a threat to me?"

Now, he feels like he has a winning chance.

Don’t panic at all!

"Haha? Then try this."

Ye Junlin made a secret with one hand, his whole body exuding a dazzling light, and then, one after another, figures walked out from both sides of his body at the same time.

boom!

The two figures swung their terrifying fists, combined with Ye Junlin's sword moves to directly repel the Three Saints of the Xuankong Temple.

"This, this is..."

Xuyun and the others widened their eyes and saw three identical figures in front of them. The most terrifying thing was that even their auras and cultivation levels were exactly the same!

Feeling that the two clones were connected to his own mind, Ye Junlin found this experience very wonderful.

"Interesting, is this how one Qi transforms the three pure beings?"

The other two clones that evolved can exert the same abilities as the main body. Now he is no longer very good at fighting, but he is very good at fighting! !

Ye Junlin felt that it was not enough, so he thought about it.

The other two clones had two more magic weapons in their hands.

One is a burial coffin, and the other is a longevity flute!

"Ninth-grade profound weapon? Why are they all ninth-grade mysterious weapons?!" Xu Yun was so frightened that his face was full of horror and he lost his voice.

There is only one ninth-grade mysterious weapon in the entire Xuankong Temple, but this guy has three of them in his hand!

"Why are there two more masters?!" After killing more than a dozen elders, Li Wujie turned his head and looked up at the sky, dumbfounded.

"There is such a mysterious power in the Kunlun world? Where did he learn it from? Or did he create it himself?" Hong Qianye murmured with a look of astonishment on his face.

After all, he is a true immortal who has seen the world. Ever since he followed this guy all the way, he is like a country bumpkin!

at this time.

In countless shocked eyes.

Three figures stand side by side in the void. Ye Junlin on the left is holding the burial coffin on his shoulders, with an arrogant and domineering posture. Ye Junlin on the right is holding the Changsheng flute to his mouth, and his temperament is like a banished immortal.

Ye Junlin, in the middle, was holding the Cangyuan Sword and pointing forward, with a playful smile on his face.

"continue."

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