Xiao Wuye and others stared at the back of the monk in a daze, then looked at Sakyamuni and Ruye. Sakyamuni and Ruye looked at everyone with a hint of ugly smile on their faces, and then slowly closed their eyes. If he knew that his uncle, the master, was so meddling in business, he had promised to just come to see the fun, but suddenly intervened in it, this time, he would never follow him!

"Master Shakyamuni Huijing?"

After Zhong Ming and others saw the monk, a hint of joy suddenly flashed in their eyes. The blood on the monk's body surged, much thicker than them. If Zhong Ming could defeat Mo Dong and Qiu Zhan, who did not sacrifice the Lion King Shield, then Zhong Ming, Mo Dong, Lei Tao and Qiu Zhan joined forces, and they were not the opponents of this monk.

Because the magical art of the temple-stopping master of Jiusha Ancient Temple, "The Supreme Buddha Gold Body Art" is a kind of exercise that is both internal and external, extremely balanced. When practicing in the early stages, there is absolutely no way to change the inner practice to enter the realm. However, the later it goes, the more powerful the Supreme Buddha Gold Body Art becomes more prominent!

Shaka Huijing is an old monk who has lived for countless tens of thousands of years. Not only is his superb Buddhist practice, but his attainment to the Supreme Buddha's Golden Body Art is also extremely terrifying. In the desperate situation of death, in addition to being among the top ten in the combat power list, it is rumored that the true god and Buddha were reincarnated. In just 33,000 years, he practiced the "Sakya Dragon Ancestor" who reached the realm of the Creator of the Eight Tribulations, is stronger than him, Shaka Huijing is the strongest monk in the desperate situation of death and even the three extreme situations of death in the Ancient Temple of Jiusha Temple!

"Will forgive me if I have to forgive me? Old monk, do you know what would happen if I lost to Modong today?"

Ning Qi's eyes fell on Shaka Huijing. The aura of this great monk's body was very terrifying, several times stronger than the lord of the Dead City.

After Zi Yueyanjun used the forbidden technique, he could not compare with this great monk. It can be said that his physical cultivation is probably equivalent to Ning Qi, who has not yet broken through to the Creator of the Four Tribulations. However, after experiencing the last baptism of the thunder tribulation, Ning Qi's Prison-Suppressing Dragon and Elephant Art has reached the peak of the eighth level of heaven. At most, he can break through to the ninth level of heaven by experiencing one or two thunder tribulations. The old monk's physical cultivation is still a certain gap compared to Ning Qi.

Even so, it is amazing enough. In Ning Qi's cognition, even the physical strength of the Creator of the Nine Tribulations is probably not as good as him. After all, the martial arts he practiced have exceeded the limits of this world. It is the magic technique of the immortal clan, which combines thirty-three sub-classes to specialize in cultivating the power of dragon and elephant!

"Is the Supreme Buddha Golden Body Art..."

After glanced at the old monk's attributes, Ning Qi became curious about the skills he practiced. Even if this set of skills does not meet the standards of the immortal clan's skills, it is definitely the top of this world, right?

"Donor, you are a wanted criminal of the Huanxi Demon Sect. You stole the Huanxi Demon Gourd. As long as you hand over such things, I believe that the Demon East donor at that time will definitely spare your life. Unfortunately, now that the Demon East donor is dead in your hands, I am afraid that even I can't resolve your grudge against the Huanxi Demon Sect. However, the donor must not make mistakes again and again. I will persuade the donor Lei Tao and others to let them leave. I wonder what the donor is thinking about it?"

Shaka Huijing clasped her hands together at Ning Qi and said with a smile.

"Although Mo Dong is dead, even the Lion King Shield cannot save his life, it only means that the sword in that guy's hand is unstoppable! Such a spiritual weapon is probably not weaker than the Happy Demon Gour. Both are treasures. Today's opportunity is really rare. Why not join forces to suppress him and let the monks around him take action together. After suppressing this son, we will distribute the spoils at that time?"

Lei Tao suddenly sent a voice.

When Zhong Ming and Qiu Zhan heard this, their faces changed slightly. After a moment of hesitation, the two nodded in slightest.

When Shaka Huijing heard this voice transmission, his brows couldn't help but frown. He would come forward to persuade him, naturally thinking that Lei Tao and others were not the opponent of the monk in front of him. However, he thought that it should not be difficult to suppress Ning Qi with his own Buddhist cultivation, so he dared to come forward to be a peacemaker for both sides.

Unexpectedly, Zhong Ming and the other two were attracted by the spiritual weapon that Ning Qi was possessed, and were now blinded by the interests.

"Old monk, have you heard their voice transmission? Do you still want to persuade me?"

Ning Qi laughed.

The expressions of Zhong Ming and the other party changed slightly. The other party was just the creator of the Four Tribulations, with extremely powerful combat power. Can you hear their private voice transmission?

What's going on?

"Let's do it, donor, you give the two spiritual weapons you have on your body to the monk for safekeeping. The monk takes you back to the temple. I believe that donor Lei Tao and others will stop for the sake of my monk. Then, let's explain the misunderstanding clearly and untie it. Wouldn't both parties be happy?"

Shaka Huijing smiled and said.

"This old bald donkey actually wants to get two spiritual weapons alone?"

Zhong Ming and the other two looked at Shaka Huijing in shock and anger. The three of them did not believe what they said about temporarily keeping. I am afraid that in the end, these two spiritual weapons would be sent back to the real Jiusha Ancient Temple on the grounds of being covered with too much blood. At that time, the sect leader of their sect would have no chance to ask for it!

When the monks around heard this, their faces were a little strange, but Shakyamuni Huijing's expression was very calm.

Ning Qi looked at him for a while and laughed out loud: "Master, you are so naive. I'm here. I don't even think of anyone who covet me today. Big Monk, if you have no other thoughts about the spiritual weapon on me, why not turn around and leave?"

"What? Doesn't that mean that even we can't live without this place?"

The monks around looked at Ning Qi in amazement, with a trace of anger flashing in their eyes, but they didn't think about what their purpose was.

"The donor is stubborn..."

Shaka Huijing sighed deeply.

"Listen, let's take action to suppress this son. My three demon sects will definitely be rewarded afterwards. If you don't take action, not only this son will not let you go, but my three demon sects will not let you go either!"

Lei Tao suddenly roared, and the thunder rolled, enough to reach hundreds of miles away!

"Take it!"

Qiu Zhan also let out a roar.

"Take it!"

All the three major demon cultivators were excited and roared.

"roar!"

The dragon clan and the strange beasts that pulled the cart also roared under the control of their masters.

"You all rely on yelling at the output? Let's set me off!"

Ning Qi's expression turned cold and he slashed out with a knife. Wherever the sword passed, the void shattered inch. Qiu Zhan and the monks of the Huanxi Demon Sect behind him stood there, as if they were scared by the sword, but then all the monks saw an extremely terrifying scene.

A faint blood line appeared on hundreds of cultivators from the Huanxi Demon Sect, including Qiu Zhan. Then, people, cars and dragons broke into two pieces, and the blood was like pouring rain!
Chapter completed!