Chapter 407: Frequent means

Fight fighting!

Along the way, everyone was fighting.

Countless Buddhist disciples who had been robbed of their minds were all fighting against the young genius who was so angry.

Jiang Du kept killing both sides along the way, and even killed three gods. Naturally all the spoils belonged to Jiang Du.

It's really scary!

Everyone seemed to be mad, fighting incessantly.

However, Jiang Du was extremely calm, because neither side was a good thing anyway. The more he died, the better he would be to Jiang Du.

Soon, Jiang Du walked to the temple gate, where the two monks had fallen in a pool of blood.

Obviously someone has already taken the lead.

Jiang Du was not surprised by this. After all, there were so many powerful men and bodyguards, it was not too difficult to kill a few monks.

At this time, Jiang Du's ears moved suddenly.

He heard the sound of shouting to kill, and the moment he entered the temple, Jiang Du felt that his spiritual thoughts seemed to be covered with a thin veil.

Under Jiang Du's spiritual thoughts, everything became extremely vague, instead of being as real as the naked eye.

Jiang Du's body slowly disappeared, and then strode forward.

The temple is very large, with residences, Tallinn, Buddhist temples, and halls all available.

Jiang Du came to the melee in hiding and found that a dozen people were fighting with a dozen monks at this time.

The seven god-level powerhouses have clear eyes, and they don't seem to be affected. There are several other young geniuses as well.

"It seems that it's not just that you have the means to resist." Jiang Du is not surprised. After all, these are top geniuses who have broken through the **** level at a young age. They come from various big forces and have some means. That is normal. Thing.

The battle was extremely fierce.

Both sides had deaths and injuries, and the strength of the gray monk was also somewhat terrifying, and he was not afraid of death.

Jiang Du was hiding in the dark, his eyes turned slightly.

Relying that no one could find him, he went to pick up the storage ring of the dead person at this time.

The golden Buddha light was also secretly collected by him.

Jiang Du had already condensed the golden Buddha's light into a golden light ball at this time. As the power of the Buddha's nature increased, the light ball at this time was also exceptionally bright.

There seems to be a faint symbol about to emerge on the light ball.

The battle slowly ended. Four of the dozen people in Yuanjie died, but the monks had been wiped out.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief involuntarily.

Suddenly a young man exclaimed: "What about the power of Buddha nature? How could it disappear?"

Everyone came back to their senses at this time. The battle just now was so fierce that they didn't even sense that the Buddha's power had disappeared.

"There are also storage rings. Why did these four storage rings disappear?"

"There are enemies around!"

Everyone became extremely vigilant, hugged each other and looked in all directions, and the same various methods of exploration were constantly searching.

Jiang Du looked at the appearance of these people from a distance, couldn't help but smiled, and went over the crowd and continued to walk upward.

At the temple, the battle is equally fierce!

Jiang Du collected all kinds of things along the way, and it turned out to be like no one else.

Hundreds of Buddhist disciples were frantically slaying the strong who came to enter.

When a Buddhist disciple dies, it will turn into a light of Buddha.

The death of young strong foreigners will completely turn into a pile of dead bones.

Soon, Jiang Du passed the layers of people and came to a position near the top of the mountain.

I saw this place, a golden shield completely enveloped the entire mountain, a monk who was so old that he could barely see a human form, sitting quietly in the golden shield.

Behind him is a huge Buddha statue. Above the Buddha statue, there is a silver stream of water circulating around the body of the Buddha statue, endlessly.

In the hands of the Buddha statue, a splendid silver flower blooms quietly.

Very quiet and natural.

Outside the golden shield, countless ghosts let out a scream, tearing the golden shield madly, but the shield only rippled.

At the outermost part of the ghost, many gray monks have vicious eyes, looking at the old monk in the golden shield, they are at peace with the ghost.

On the outside, there are a group of top geniuses and god-level powerhouses, all of them watched this scene and did not act rashly.

"Amitabha!"

The old monk who was sitting withered, opened his clear eyes, folded his hands slightly, and said the Buddha's name.

"The donors came from afar, and the poor monks were overjoyed. At this time, the predicament of Buddhism makes all the donors laugh." Surrounded by countless ghosts, the old monk was extremely indifferent.

"Senior, I'm only here for the goddess flower, can you give me the goddess flower to the junior?" a young man wrapped in golden armor said in a deep voice at this time.

The old monk smiled slightly and stretched out his palm.

Then the **** flower in the hands of the Buddha was dragged by the invisible force, and finally fell into his hands.

"The poor monks naturally know why the benefactors came, but at this time my Tianling Temple is suffering, and there is only one **** flower, and the poor monks don’t know who should be handed over. It is better to ask the donors to help me clean up the filth in Tianling Temple. , The one with the best gong, I will gift the **** flower to this person. I don’t know what your suggestions will be?" The old monk said with a smile.

"It's natural to help the monk clean up the filth, but this ghost is so huge that it can't be killed with the power of everyone else, so I also ask the monk to teach me to clean up the method." This is covered in golden armor. The aura in the young man was huge, obviously suppressing other geniuses around him to a certain extent, so when he spoke, none of the others spoke.

"good!"

The old monk folded his hands together, and his face showed a peaceful smile.

"The poor monk master, previously suppressed the ghost saints, but the ghost saints are powerful, backed by the water veins of the Styx river, which pollutes my Buddhism, and thousands of disciples are occupied by demons. My master uses the power of the Tianhe to completely suppress the ghost saints. Nirvana, in the final incarnation, is in the body of the disciples, and wants to save the disciples, but is at a standstill with the ghost saints. Now that the disciples have become demons, it is only necessary for the donors to kill these disciples. My master's Buddha power will show and clean up the ghosts. "The old monk said slowly.

Jiang Du, hiding in the dark, slightly narrowed his eyes.

It sounds better than singing!

He did not show up, but has been waiting for these powerhouses to solve by themselves.

As long as he came by surprise in the end, there would be no hope of getting the Celestial Flower.

"I hope that the monks will not break their promises. We are not qualified to participate in the clash of the saints, but if someone lie to me, it is not a problem to kill someone." said the man in the golden armor.

The old monk lowered his head and smiled.

Upon seeing this, the young man slowly pulled out a long sword in his hand.

"Everyone, once the ghost saint is born, I am afraid that I will be in crisis. Why don't we kill all these enchanted monks first and then distribute the gods flowers?"

"Naturally follow Prince Yu's arrangement!" Most of the others also showed a smile.

Jiang Du was hiding in the dark. Qin Ran watched this group of people take action and fight countless monks. Among them, this young genius called Prince Yu was not only strong enough, but also two more terrifying guards. It is extraordinarily powerful.

The entire temple was enveloped by special restrictions, and all the objects inside became extraordinarily hard.

Even if these god-level powerhouses fought against each other, they did not cause too much damage.

A touch of Buddha's light was continuously released from the body of the dead monk.

Between the gloomy world, the golden rays of light are dotted and beautiful.

More and more monks fell, and the Buddha's light appeared more and more intense.

In the end, after a lot of casualties, all monks possessed by evil spirits were wiped out.

At this moment, a strange voice suddenly appeared between heaven and earth.

"Jie Jie Jie, what a trick to kill with a knife, old bald donkey, we two have been entangled with each other for so long, you really think I have no means to guard you, ghost world!"

As this voice fell, the ghosts who were attacking the golden barrier crazily turned their heads in an instant.

The endless black light quickly shrouded this group of geniuses who had just experienced the war.

"Hurry up and gather all the Buddha-nature forces into one!" The old monk hurriedly shouted.

"After gathering, you will be taken away. Only by entering my ghost world can you isolate the consciousness of the old bald donkey!" The ghost saint's voice sounded again.

Prince Yu, who was about to gather all the Buddha-nature power, paused involuntarily when he heard this.

But during this meal, the black sky directly enveloped everyone.

In an instant, all the blackness disappeared, including the people in it.

"Damn it!"

The old monk's face suddenly became extremely ugly, and he slowly stood up and flew up to the Buddha statue.

Then the golden Buddha statue shone brightly, and a scream of sorrow sounded from under the statue, and there was a crazy laugh in the scream.

"Hahaha, I won in the end. Without such a person’s life essence, I see how you can live anymore, old bald donkey, you call yourself a Buddha, destroy your own disciple, seize your own disciple, in order to devour me. Nirvana again, it's really worse than us demons!"