For a moment, the walls of the underground palace and the faces of everyone were shining golden light.

A rare sweat broke out from the big forehead of the Jiuyou Ancestor.

His thighs were vigorous, his whole body was full of magic power, and more arms swarmed out from the cracks.

The palms were opened one by one, trying their best to fight against the Sanskrit seal.

The Eighteen Arhats looked relaxed, with a sneer on the corner of their mouths, and gradually increased their strength slowly.

When the Patriarch of Blood Sea saw that the Sanskrit seal was almost the body of the Patriarch Jiuyou, he knew that the Patriarch Jiuyou could not defeat the eighteen centipedes, so he stretched his hands forward and acted as if he was trying to persuade him to fight:

"Okay, everyone, everyone is your own people. Don't let the flood rush the Dragon King Temple."

He was like a few evil cultivators watching. Although he had known Jiuyou for many years, he had no friendship and could not have taken action for Jiuyou.

"Jiuyou, stop." The tone of the Dragon Subduing Arhat seemed to be ordering people.

The ancestor Jiuyou was angry. This centipede used to be "short for the ancestor and long for the ancestor", but now she actually talked to him like this.

Do these centipedes really think that they are the Buddhas in the West?

Bah! They don’t even count!

However, although he was angry, the situation was stronger than others.

These eighteen Sanskrit seals really made him breathless.

"Each of each of them will hold their own efforts!" Jiuyou's ancestor shouted coldly.

As soon as he finished speaking, the eighteen Arhats split their hands, and the eighteen Sanskrit seals disappeared immediately, and the golden light shining throughout the cave disappeared in an instant.

They took so quickly that they seemed to be completely unafraid of the Jiuyou Ancestor breaking his promise and counterattacking while they stopped.

Seeing this, the ancestor Jiuyou raised his hands and his arms were scattered all over the sky, as if he had seen a mouse, and instantly rushed into the crack.

He ate in front of everyone today, his face turned blue and red, and he felt that he had not felt so uncomfortable for decades.

His eyes drooped, took two breaths to calm down, and he was thinking about how to kill these eighteen centipedes in the future.

The ancestor of Blood Sea was both surprised and happy when he saw the Eighteen Centipedes so powerful, and thought about how to make these Eighteen Centipedes fight with the Thousand-Handed Guanyin first.

"Why are you here, are you here?" he asked.

"Do you know who got rid of the tree demon next to Lanruo Temple?" asked the Dragon Subduing Arhat.

The Ancestor of Blood Sea, the abbot and other evil cultivators looked at each other.

They knew that the tree demon was removed by Yan Chixia.

This news was spread by workers from Lanruo Temple.

But they were wondering, what did these eighteen centipedes do?

Could it be that you want to trouble Yan Chixia?

They also heard about Yan Chixia's reputation and knew that this man was extremely talented and combined with many Taoist techniques, and his Taoism was not weak.

Moreover, they heard that before Yan Chixia practiced Taoism, she was a captain who walked on the edge of the knife every day, and she had experienced many battles since she was a teenager.

Therefore, he has a very strong fighting consciousness and must be flexible in casting.

Far from the same as those who have been in seclusion for decades and who have only relied on the power of Taoism and the power of magic weapons, they can rush around in a mess after they have come out of the mountain.

Moreover, they heard that Yan Chixia had lived in seclusion many years ago and rarely participated in battles. If others did not provoke him, they would generally not take action.

These eighteen centipedes are going to provoke people, wouldn’t it force Yan Chixia to the group of self-proclaimed decent guys in Qingfengguan?

But the ancestor of the Blood Sea happened to have an idea at this time:

"It's Yan Chixia."

He did not lie about this sentence.

The other evil cultivators and the abbot didn't know what he was going to do next, so they secretly couldn't.

"Where is he?" asked the Dragon-Surrendering Arhat.

They were ordered by Pudu Cihang to obtain the body and soul of the monk who killed the tree demon.

"In Qingfeng Temple." The ancestor of Blood Sea replied, his expression was extremely natural, and his eyes were not at all free.

When the ancestor Jiuyou heard this, he felt happy.

These eighteen centipedes are so arrogant that they will touch the Thousand-Handed Guanyin.

He always believed that even if Thousand-Armed Guanyin was not the one who claimed to be a decent person, she would definitely have connections with the decent person.

Eighteen Centipedes go to get to those guys who claim to be upright. If Thousand-Handed Guanyin is still in Jinhua City, she will definitely take action.

At that time, they can watch the fire from the other side of the river, first to see the weaknesses of Thousand-Handed Guanyin, secondly, when they fight almost the same, they can still reap the benefits of the fisherman.

When the abbot heard this, his brow frowned slightly.

That night, Thousand-Handed Guanyin knocked on her palm, and the noise was quite loud. The abbot later asked Jiuyou Patriarch and others, and then he also learned Thousand-Handed Guanyin.

Moreover, he also knew that Yan Chixia was in Lanruo Temple, not in Qingfeng Temple.

The ancestor of Blood Sea said this, which was obviously a deceiving of the Eighteen Arhats.

Although he and the Eighteen Arhats had no friendship, they were the same kind after all, and were thinking about how to remind them.

But in an instant, he saw the cold gazes of Jiuyou, Xuehai Ancestor and others glanced at him, and he couldn't help but feel shocked.

If he reminded the Eighteen Arhats that the good things of these evil cultivators were ruined, these evil cultivators would not let him go.

The abbot took a deep breath and pressed down the impulse to remind the Eighteen Arhats.

The ancestor of the Blood Sea continued:

"Dear Arhats, if you want to go, you must pay attention to it."

Seeing that these eighteen Arhats were so arrogant, he would definitely underestimate the enemy, so he reminded them so that they would not lose too quickly and would not consume much of the combat power of Qingfeng Temple.

"Hmm?" The dragon-subduing Arhat looked at the Blood Sea Ancestor and signaled him to continue.

The ancestor of Blood Sea endured his anger and said:

"First, pay attention to the combination of purple and green swords. Qingfeng Temple has two beautiful girls. Their flying swords are purple and green. If they are combined, they will have great power."

The dragon-subduing Arhat nodded.

"The second is to pay attention to an irreconcilable old Taoist. His name is Changchun Taoist, who is good at swallowing clouds and spitting mist, cutting paper into adults, and escaping shells. He is a good person, but those who have first fought with him are very likely to be obsessed with his Tao."

The Dragon Subduing Arhat nodded and sneered in his heart. They had endless Buddhism and were not afraid of these magical tricks and tricks.

"The third is to pay attention to Thousand-Handed Guanyin."

"Thousand-armed Guanyin?"

The Arhats such as the Dragon of Jiange immediately showed their attention. After learning Buddhist magic, they became extremely sensitive to the Buddhist words.

Especially after receiving the incense and vows this morning, they even thought they were Arhats.

People worship Arhats, which is equivalent to worshiping them.

The ancestor of Blood Sea told the Eighteen Arhats about what happened that night.

The eighteen Arhats heard this and looked at each other.

Unexpectedly, in addition to the national master, there are people who will use the golden body Dharma image of the Buddhas in the West.

Then this Thousand-Armed Guanyin needs to be removed!

Today, there is already a Guanyin in their Leiyin Temple, and no second Guanyin can appear!

...

After it was dark, Li Fengning carried a basket of small statues and left Lanruo Temple, entered Jinhua City, and found a vendor selling sculptures.

After some bargaining, I sold all the small statues in the basket for some money.

There was not much money, but it was the first time he had the currency of this world in his arms since he traveled through time.

With currency, he can carry out his "buy, buy, buy" activity in this world in his previous life.

In short, I felt a little at ease and joy in my heart.

He hummed a song and walked all the way to Tianfo Temple.

After entering Tianfo Temple, according to the memory of last night, I planned to go to the library to borrow the portraits I want to carve tonight.

Suddenly, at a turn, five monks walked towards him.

Li Fengning thought to himself that he was tall, but these five monks were taller than him, almost like an iron tower.

He discovered that these five monks were not wearing monk's uniforms from Tianfo Temple.

Are they monks from the evil sect? No, they don’t have that kind of evil spirit.

Maybe I'm here to place an order.
Chapter completed!