Rebirth of the Devouring Dragon Emperor

Chapter 588 What a Big Smoke Bomb
Listening to the begging words of the two unfathomable cultivators, the brilliance in Chu Xian's beautiful eyes flickered again and again. She was so proud of her master!

Seeing that there was no danger, Yang Xiaocong couldn't help but jumped out from a distance, and he shouted loudly: "You two guys keep saying that you are the branch lineage left by Master Jianzhen. Did you go to the monastery where the master became a monk in Huaxia to recognize your ancestors?"

"Never." Kong Jianshen showed embarrassment and lowered his head even lower.

"It's not that we don't want to, it's that Huaxia doesn't recognize us." Kong Jianyuan's voice was as small as a mosquito, so embarrassing, but at least everyone present could hear it.

In all honesty, if you admit it, they definitely want to recognize it. If you recognize it, you will have a complete cultivation method, which will benefit you immensely. Why don't you recognize each other?
It can be seen from the name of their brothers.

However, the Huaxia Temple simply looked down on them.
Ye Qing said calmly: "I know you are carrying divine artifacts, hand them over, and I will spare you from dying."

The two monks were taken aback when they heard the words, and immediately asked probingly: "Master Ye Qing, is there room for turning this matter around?"

"No." Ye Qing replied with words like gold.

At this time, his expression was so indifferent that it was not ordinary, but more like the incarnation of rules that transcended living beings, with only will in his eyes, without any human feelings.

After a while, Kong Jianyuan said in a difficult voice: "My lord, if our brothers hand over the artifact, can your lord go to the Huaxia Temple to intercede for me and let me return to the sect of the main line?"

"That's a matter between you monks, what does it have to do with me?" Ye Qingfeng said calmly.

As soon as this remark came out, not only Yang Xiaocong and the others, but even Chu Xian couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed.

Huaxia is a country of etiquette with a good face. Although the two Japanese monks in front of them have done something wrong, they still want to inherit from Huaxia.

Even if the Chinese monasteries look down on these two wild monks from the barbarian land, this matter is still an internal matter of the monks in the Huaxia monastery. God Ye's unreasonable actions will probably hurt the hearts of those who admire the Chinese friends .
Anyway, Ye Qing's attitude is right now.

The artifact must be presented.

This help is impossible.

Don't dedicate the artifact to him?
just die.

The breath of the two Japanese monks gradually became heavy, and there was no anger on their faces, and they must have become more and more angry.

Kong Jianyuan stopped bowing, straightened up and said angrily: "At any rate, we can be regarded as the second half of the disciples of Master Jianzhen. In this barbaric land of the Japanese country, the weak are preyed on by the strong and ghosts are rampant. If our Buddhist temples lose their artifacts, It will become the meat in the mouth of others, absolutely unable to survive!"

Kong Jianyuan also roared angrily: "Losing the protection of the divine weapon and cutting off our brother's hope of returning to the clan, this is tantamount to forcing us to die! Both sides are dead, why not fight with you, an arrogant guy!"

"Yes, fight him!" Kong Jianshen roared angrily.

These two monks, no matter what, can't be Ye Qing's opponents, unfortunately, they have no way out at this time, they can only fight with their backs.

Kong Jianshen took out a prayer wheel, on which a ghostly woman's head was engraved, this artifact was called the Ghost Mother's prayer wheel, and it was a treasure inherited from the Great Buddha Temple.

Kong Jianyuan took off the rosary beads hanging around his neck, strange to say, it was just an ordinary rosary before, but once he took it off, it immediately became chilly, and the hideous image of a little ghost loomed on every rosary bead.

His artifact is called the devil's rosary, and it is a treasure inherited from the Little Buddha Temple.

The ghost mother artifact plus the ghost artifact, anyone with a discerning eye can tell at a glance that it is a magic weapon from ancient ghost cultivators, and it does not know how many lives have been filled in it.

After all, Chu Xian was also a cultivator. When he saw these two artifacts, he said loudly in surprise, "It turns out that your temple-suppressing artifacts are so evil. No wonder Huaxia doesn't allow you to recognize your ancestors!"

"Hmph, since 500 years ago, our big and small Buddhist temples have been willing to correct evil and return to righteousness. It's just that the main line of China doesn't give up the chance. If we give up the two artifacts, all disciples will die!" Kongjian retorted angrily.

Kong Jianyuan roared even more: "Brother, what are you talking about with them? Let's do it!"

"Okay, let's fight with them!"

While Kong Jianshen was speaking, he put the ghost mother scripture and the ghost rosary in his brother's hand together.

Suddenly, large expanses of ghostly aura, like a thick morning fog, quickly scattered in all directions.

In the blink of an eye or two, most of the shrine area was covered!
The dense fog was gloomy and cold, and even the early summer sun above his head could not shine in. Although Chu Xian had a cultivation base, he could only see within one meter.

As for Yang Xiaocong and the other three ordinary people, they didn't even dare to open their eyes, because as soon as they opened it, it was as if a little ghost holding an ice thorn viciously stabbed towards the eyes viciously!

Ye Qing calmly stretched out his hand and brushed it away, and the icy thick fog that filled the sky immediately dissipated.

So far, less than two seconds have elapsed from the thick fog to its complete dissipation.

But at the positions where the two monks Kong Jianshen and Kong Jianyuan stood just now, there was no trace of anyone.

Even within the scope of the entire shrine, there was no sign of the two of them.

Yang Xiaocong is a pretty smart guy, and immediately cursed: "Damn it, these two bald heads kept saying they were going to do their best, but they got so cunning that they ran away after setting off a smoke bomb!"

Chu Xian also stood there dumbfounded, terrified. The discontent and life circumstances in the expressions of the two monks just now must be true, but this result made her completely unable to react.

"They can't escape." Ye Qing said lightly, then walked towards the outside of the shrine calmly.

Yang Xiaocong heard what this person meant, and wanted to catch up immediately, but this person's attitude of catching up was too childish.

Shouldn't it be running?

According to Ye Shen's strength, Yang Xiaocong even imagined that it must be a cannonball fired from the chamber, roaring away, destroying all the buildings along the road, and that should be the domineering style of Ye Shen and his old man.

But now, walking slowly, is this leisurely walking a dog or a cat, or a bird?

But in the next second, Yang Xiaocong's eyes widened in surprise.

Because, every step Ye Shen took leisurely, actually surpassed [-] meters!

It was as if the earth automatically shortened under his feet!
"what!"

Yang Xiaocong let out a cry of surprise, and immediately shouted excitedly: "How the hell do I know this kind of supernatural power! That's the shrinking to an inch in the myth, it's shrinking to an inch!"

When he exclaimed, Chu Xian had already chased him out, and his figure was like a clear wave, definitely not slower than the world sprint champion.

Yang Xiaocong's companion has brought back the camera.

"Go, let's chase too!"

(End of this chapter)