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Chapter 665 Dragging the Coffin (Seeking Subscription Monthly Pass)

The golden dragon frantically twisted its body, and its high-pitched dragon chant shook the heavens and the earth.

Countless evil spirits were blown away amidst the dragon chant, and turned into fly ash.

It's just that the evil spirits under the feet of the female Buddha seem to be endless. If one breaks free here, ten will rush forward behind him, and the stream continues.

In just a few breaths, the number of evil spirits on Jinlong's body not only did not decrease, but increased, the shadow of the dragon could no longer be seen, only countless evil spirits clinging to them, biting and tearing frantically.

Jiang Zhou only felt that his mana and soul were flowing out like a tide, as if those evil spirits were devouring his soul.

Although the Dunlong Stake is strong, it still needs his mind and mana to move it.

With his way of doing, it is already extremely difficult to move three golden rings and one golden dragon.

Since the appearance of the female Buddha, slowly transferring the big white canopy, he seemed to be locked up, and his mana was running, and his mind and soul were moving, and he was even more trapped in a quagmire.

Very hard to make three points.

At this time, being devoured by the evil spirits, the mana flowed out at a speed of ten times and a hundred times, which was even more unsustainable.

The spirituality of the Dunlong Zhuang seems to be tightly suppressed by the big white umbrella, and without his driver, it can't exert the power of the magic weapon itself.

What the Venerable Jinding said was absolutely correct.

No matter how powerful the magic weapon is, it will be useless if the difference between the people holding the magic weapon is too great.

Jiang Zhou knew it would be bad if it went on like this.

This golden-roofed venerable is the strongest person he has ever seen in this world.

Simply unfathomable.

There is not much left of his true spirit, even if he invites Erye Guan, he may only be able to support him with a single blow.

If he couldn't kill the old monster with one blow, he would be the one who died.

Although this old monster is a monk, he doesn't dare to bet on whether the other party is really merciful.

Even if he is not killed, he who has lost his support may become a fish and meat and be slaughtered by others.

Until the last moment, Jiang Zhou didn't dare to call easily.

But at this time, he didn't want to let go easily.

He also has a large solar array.

Immediately, the three heads shake together, and the six arms swing.

The five-star wheel of the sun and the moon hangs high above the head, the sun and the moon shine brightly, and the stars twinkle.

Immediately, clusters of great brilliance poured out from the sky, like stars falling.

Blast towards Venerable Jinding.

"what?"

Venerable Jinding let out a surprise.

But that's all.

The female Buddha above her head sent her hands away, and the big white umbrella floated out and turned slowly.

The star pendant all over the sky seemed to freeze in an instant, standing still in the air.

The big white canopy shakes lightly, and the clusters of brilliant lights are shattered, turning into bits of starlight and disappearing.

The seven round wheels fell from the sky, and Venerable Jinding stretched out his hand to grab them, as if he wanted to grab the sun, moon, and five-star wheels.

But at this moment, a dark golden light pierced through the sky and arrived in an instant.

"Roar!"

I saw the giant tortoise under the seat of Venerable Jinding suddenly raised its head and roared wildly, opening its mouth wide, and it was as black as a deep hole.

The demon-killing golden bullet Jiang Zhou took the opportunity to send out was swallowed by the giant turtle.

Not only Jiang Zhou himself, but even others were shocked.

They have seen the power of the golden bullet just now.

Yang Qiansuo, the sect of the first sect, almost stepped into the second rank, but was killed in an instant, and his death was worthless.

With such frightening power, even the Holy Spirit might not be able to catch it unscathed, but the black tortoise swallowed the golden bullet in one gulp without even hiccupping.

It was a breath of fresh air.

Seeing these scenes, everyone couldn't help sighing secretly, this man surnamed Jiang might be doomed today.

Also blame him for acting too recklessly.

Others are fine, this Shengsi Temple has been passed down for thousands of years, and it is the ancestral family of Buddhism, with a profound foundation, not much worse than the Holy Land sect, how can it be easily deceived?

"when!"

While everyone was amazed, Jiang Zhou never gave up.

The incarnation of Fahai had already sacrificed the golden bowl of merit and virtue. Under the golden light, the big white canopy shook slightly, as if it was about to be sucked up.

I saw Venerable Jinding's hair flying wildly, showing his true face for the first time. ,

But it was a skeleton-like face with almost no flesh and blood, only a layer of wrinkled human skin attached to the bones.

One eye was empty and pitch black, with only one single eye remaining.

There was a bit of surprise in the cloudy one eye.

It seemed that they were surprised by the rare treasures frequently produced by the two juniors, Jiang Zhou and Fa Hai.

But it was just a slight surprise.

He stretched out his hand, clasped his fingers, and there was a clear sound. The golden bowl trembled a few times, and then fell into the air, and landed on the palm that the Venerable Jinding had opened and waited for earlier.

Glancing at Fahai, there was a strange look in his eyes: "The roots of wisdom are so deep, but it is a good seedling."

He shook his head: "Little Miaohua, you really have no eyes. The uncut jade is in front of you, and you are going to pick up that stubborn stone, but...you little monk is a bit weird..."

On the skull-like face of the Venerable Jinding, there was a bit of doubt and pensiveness, but after a while, he turned his head again.

It seemed that it was just casual talk, and he didn't really care about Fa Hai.

Looking up at Jiang Zhou, he said with great interest, "Young man, do you still have a baby?"

He seemed to be more curious about Jiang Zhou, wanting to see how many treasures Jiang Zhou could produce.

"If you don't have any other means, then it's no wonder the old monk bullies the younger."

"Old monks are never big or small, no distinction is made between high and low, the Buddha dares to spit on him in front of him, even a three-year-old child, if he offends the old monk, he will be slapped in the face."

"Xiao Miaohua values ​​you, and the old monk will not kill you, but he wants you to shout three times, the Dharma in your sect is not as good as Zunsheng."

"I will take you back to the temple and shave your head bald. In the future, you will stay in Zunsheng Temple obediently, listen to Xiao Miaohua's words, and inherit the mantle of Zunsheng."

He pointed to Fahai again: "By the way, there is also you little monk, you also need to go back with the old monk."

"..."

While the onlookers were surprised, they were also slightly speechless.

The original sympathy for Jiang Zhou has also turned into deep envy.

What happened to this Zunsheng Temple?

So short of successors?Then you find me!
Twisted melons are not sweet, why do you keep forcing an unwilling young man?
me me!look at me!

"Hey!"

Jiang Zhou, who was envied by everyone, sneered at this moment:
"Old monster, if you want me to admit defeat, it's not impossible to enter your Zunsheng Temple..."

"Let me borrow a word from you. I lost to you. It's not that my method is not as good as yours. It's just that I'm young and can't live as long as you, an old monster."

"As long as you can beat my method, I will naturally be at your mercy."

The bystanders frowned again and again.

At this stage, it is too ignorant for this kid to dare to be so perverse.

"Oh?"

Venerable Jinding's only eyes were full of curiosity.

"Junior, what other means do you have?"

"Yes, not long ago, under the Yellow River, the old monk sensed a world-shattering sword intent, which is somewhat similar to the intent hidden in you. Could it be your elders?"

"That's a world-shocking strong man, and the old monk may not be able to match it."

The Venerable Jinding had just left the Yellow River, and he saw at a glance that there was an expert behind him. It should be because of the impression of Guan Erye when he was at the entrance of Feilong Valley, beheading the real immortal in the sky.

Not only could he sense the world-shattering knife, but he also bluntly said it was worse.

But he still didn't care and said: "That's fine, you can call him, the old monk wants to convince you."

He thought Jiang Zhou was going to move out of his elders.

Jiang Zhou sneered.

In fact, I feel a little helpless in my heart.

The old monster was right.

But the opponent is too strong.

He has a lot of hole cards, but in front of this old monster, they are all useless.

There is only one great lunar array left, and the super thug Guan Erye.

The Taiyin Formation is very powerful, but even if he can successfully trick the old monster into it, with the old monster's ability, he may not be able to do anything about it.

I can only hope that Guan Erye can kill him with one blow...

Just when he was about to summon Second Master Guan, a strange sound came suddenly.

"Cha...cha..."

It seemed to be the sound of something rough rubbing against the ground.

Slightly, but clearly transmitted to the ears of those present.

It is involuntary to look at.

On one side, the crowd surged and kept separating to the two sides.

An old figure appeared in it.

There was a strange light in Jiang Zhou's eyes, and he couldn't help but stop.

The old monk who is the abbot of the tile coffin temple?
How could it be him?

Having met him once before, Jiang Zhou is sure that the old monk has no cultivation base, and it is too unexpected to appear on such an occasion at this time.

In particular, the abbot, the old monk, was dragging a strange coffin behind him.

It's like a child sticking mud on it, as rough as a thick stick of mud.

The mud coffin was tied with crude hemp rope, hung on the shoulders, and tightly held with both hands.

The old monk is very old and has no cultivation level. The coffin is nearly ten feet long and several feet wide, and it is extremely heavy.

The hemp rope was deeply strangled into the old monk's already skinny hands, and the stretch was pale and pale.

The old monk's face was also full of pain and suffering.

But still step by step, with old, heavy and strenuous steps, dragging the mud coffin bit by bit.

Everyone looked at this scene strangely, full of puzzlement.

(End of this chapter)