Happy Days: Since the Beginning of the Night

Chapter 123 The little monk wants to go back to Hanshui Temple and listen to the old monk's chanting

The shimmering light on the tip of the corset sword trembled, slowly moving towards the white-haired man who was closest to it.

"I have no plan to share the prey equally with others."

The white-haired man slashed out with a sword, and the sword energy turned into white practice.

In an instant, there was a strong wind in the temple, and the door and the wall swept out.

A burly man outside the temple flew to catch Yue Ji, and used his back to resist the remaining sword energy.

"Good... so strong!" Lei Wujie opened his mouth wide, his eyes full of envy.

"Tianwaitian, Baifaxian." Xiao Se said to himself.

The temple shook suddenly, and a smooth cut surface slowly appeared in the wooden pillar supporting the ceiling.

The roof of the entire temple collapsed along the way.

'boom'

In the endless smoke and dust, there was only one "I'm going!", followed by continuous coughing.

Han Ye's figure slowly floated down on the cross-cut wooden pillar above the ruins, and he looked down at the white-haired fairy below.

Minghou, who was holding Yueji in a coma, saw that the situation was not going well, and flew away in an instant.

Xiao Se walked out of the smoke with one sleeve covering his face, squinting at Han Ye.

"Bai Xiaotang didn't get any news about such a young Xiaoyao Tianjing."

"Tianwaitian, what is that?" Tang Lian walked to Xiao Se's side and asked.

"The world also calls it Mozong." Xiao Se replied.

Tang Lian was startled when she heard the words, and flew to Han Ye.

"Senior Han, I will deal with this person with you!"

The surrounding sawdust and rocks slowly floated up, and white snow danced in the air.

A white light gradually emerged from the jade sword scabbard in Baifaxian's hand.

Tang Lian watched the surrounding changes in disbelief.

"With such power and power before the sword is drawn, could it be that he is a master of the Happy Heaven Realm!?"

Seeing that Han Ye was still looking at him with a smile on his face, Baifaxian couldn't help feeling a little annoyed.

"If you are so arrogant, I will teach you the rules of the world for this young man!"

The wind and snow stopped suddenly, and the figure of the white-haired fairy suddenly turned into an afterimage, stepping on a few flying snowflakes, and instantly came to Han Ye.

The jade sword was unsheathed, and a white light suddenly appeared.

It seemed that all the snowflakes were wiped out in this white light.

Before Tang Lian could move, she was thrown away by the sudden sword intent.

The tip of the sword is in front of you!

Han Ye slowly raised his hands, as if time stood still.

Clamping the white jade sword that cut through the wind and snow with both palms, a hemispherical wave of light came from Han Ye's body.

'Om~~~'

The jade sword shattered inch by inch.

The white-haired fairy's eyes were filled with dazzling gold, and he flew backwards as if he had been hit hard.

The golden light spread to the surroundings.

The wind and snow and the ruins of the temple were all pushed away and flew into the distance.

Xiao Se didn't have time to dodge, so he could only turn around quickly, but when the golden light passed through his body, there was a faint sense of warmth from the damaged hidden vein.

The golden light continued to spread.

A golden coffin in the backyard was thrown to the ground by golden waves, and a monk crawled out of it.

"You! This is impossible!" The white-haired fairy sat on the ground bleeding from the corner of his mouth, looking at the broken hilt in his hand with a look of extreme horror.

The heavy snow fell again.

"What happened just now?" Lei Wujie revealed an innocent head in the ruins, Xiao Se helplessly shook his head.

"You... What realm are you?!"

The white hair stood up tremblingly, and took a few steps back.

"Hey... I wanted to continue to sleep in the coffin, but you are going to die with white hair, what a trouble!"

"The little monk would actually help a person who wants to take him to a wild place. The changes in this world are really amazing."

A monk wearing a satin monk robe with a flame mark on his brow fell from the sky and stood in front of the white-haired fairy.

Tang Lian looked towards the back of the courtyard when she heard the words, and she was suddenly surprised: there was a living person lying in the golden coffin she pulled!
"Wearing Taoist robes, but can use the world's top Buddhist supernatural powers."

"Even a Buddhist disciple like me can't see through it."

"Who are you?"

The monk's bewitching eyes met Han Ye's. In the former's dark pupils, a lotus flower with ten thousand petals slowly spun.

The snow is still falling.

"Xin Mo Yin is useless? Is the opponent too strong?" The monk thought in his heart, this was the first time he failed with this secret technique.

"Oh, I have a headache..."

"Although I don't want to go with you, little monk, I don't want you to die..." The monk turned his head and glanced at the white-haired fairy behind him, and then turned his head to look at Han Ye.

"Brother, can you hold your hand high and let this white-haired man who doesn't have eyes go?"

There was a continuous sound of trampling around, and dozens of masked men in purple clothes surrounded Han Ye on broken walls, temple gates, and courtyards.

"Uh..." The monk didn't know what to say when he saw the scene.

"I'll take the young master first, you stop him." The white-haired fairy grabbed the monk's collar and flew up, but was dragged down by the monk below.

"how?"

"I can't go anymore." The monk looked at him with a smile.

Baifaxian raised his head again, only to see dozens of elite assassination disciples around him all fell to the ground, life or death unknown.

This is the first time he has felt inexplicable horror for many years.

"How... how did you do it!?"

There was silence in the arena, everyone was waiting for Han Ye to speak.

Tang Lian swallowed, her mouth felt a little dry.

Doubts appeared in Xiao Se's eyes. He clearly didn't see Han Ye's attack, and he didn't even feel the fluctuation of his internal force.

"Master said that a strong man in the Immortal Ascension Profound Realm can kill people with his thoughts. Could it be that the martial arts of this person in front of him has reached this level?"

"Isn't the title of number one cultivation genius in the world mine, Xiao Chuhe's?"

Han Ye floated down from the wooden pillar and came to the monk.

"When I first arrived in Guizhou, I wanted to take a leisurely vacation, but when I got angry, someone shot me again and again. Now I am a little unhappy."

"You're called Wuxin, right?"

The monk clasped his hands together and nodded.

"I heard that you know the 32 world's top secret arts in the Rakshasa Hall."

"Since you want to save him, then change it."

Han Ye looked at Wuxin and thought of those people in Tang who were unable to cultivate and had poor aptitude.

After breaking the sky, the vitality of the world drained, and they could only stay on the earth and wait to die.

"Maybe the exercises in this world can help them go to the stars and the sea."

Hearing the words, Wuxin was silent for a moment, then nodded.

"Can you add one more request, little monk?"

"Say."

"The little monk wants to go to Hanshui Temple and continue to listen to the old monk's chanting. Can you protect me?"

Just as Han Ye was about to nod his head in agreement, Tang Lian stepped forward hesitantly and bowed.

"Senior Han, this time, Master obeyed me to send this person to Jiulong Temple. Now that Senior Han wants to take him away, Tang Lian will report the truth."

After Tang Lian finished speaking, she still lowered her head respectfully.
"Baili Dongjun?"

"It's okay, I'm here for tourism anyway, I'm definitely going to be a guest in Xueyue City."

"It's not difficult for you."

Tang Lian felt the invisible force lift him up, a brilliance flashed in her eyes, she turned and left respectfully.

"Young Master." Baifaxian said.

"Stop talking, Baimao, I don't want to go back to that other world for the time being, little monk."

"But young master..."

Han Ye's thoughts dispersed, and he found a temple in the mountains hundreds of miles away in an instant.

"Let's go."

"Ah?" Before Wuxin could react, he and Han Ye disappeared from everyone's eyes out of thin air.

The white-haired fairy turned her head left and right in disbelief, her expression was dull, and Xiao Se's brows were tightly frowned.

Lei Wujie squeezed his mouth with both hands, and then pointed to the place where the two disappeared.

"Yes... there are ghosts!"

(End of this chapter)