Half a month has passed since the young demon king escaped. During this period, many monks were dispatched to chase and kill the young demon king with the help of the girl Weirui.

He ran almost tens of thousands of miles away and chased the other party several times, but he was removed by the other party every time.

After walking around the north, Zhixin and others felt that the young demon king's aura became weaker and weaker day by day.

Finally, once they caught the trace of the young demon king, Zhixin and others surrounded and killed the other party. After a long time of fighting, they gave the other party a fatal blow, but what they got was nothing more than a piece of clothing.

At this point, Zhixin didn't understand why he didn't understand. The other party must have understood that they had the ability to track him and tried every means to escape.

The girl apologized and said, "I'm sorry, I didn't realize that his true body had run away."

Zhixin said: "It's not about the donor's business, it's just that the other party is too cunning. Please ask the donor to sense the other party's direction again?"

The girl was a little ashamed because she accidentally made everyone chase the wrong direction. She tried her best this time and finally felt a vague breath. She seemed to point in a direction uncertainly.

Zhixin's expression changed and he said, "That's Nalanda Temple."

He immediately thought of a possibility, that is, the real target of the young devil king was Nalanda Temple. Almost all the elites they dispatched this time were in the temple, and now it was the time when the temple was empty.

...

At the foot of the mountain of Nalanda Temple, a beautiful boy slowly walked up the stone steps of the mountain road with a green grass in his arms. His gait was leisurely, and there was a rather unruly expression between his eyebrows, but the pair of eyes under his eyebrows did not have the slightest emotional color that humans should have.

Soon after, he walked to the gate of the temple, and the monk came forward to stop him and said, "Who is it?"

Boom boom boom boom.

The huge wave of air knocked two wise monks away, and the beautiful young man walked into the door.

The door plaque of Nalanda Temple behind him fell down, and the alarm bell kept ringing in the temple.

A monk held a huge bell, and the sound of the bell was shaking, and the real sound waves could be seen in the void. The so-called Brahma sound was nothing more than this.

The sound waves swept through the beautiful boy like a tide. The other party's clothes moved slightly and he patted him gently.

Dongdongdongdongdong.

A clear palm print was printed on the giant bell, and the giant bell was then split into pieces, and fragments were embedded into the monks in the temple who were rushing over, and blood splattered wildly.

The beautiful young man walked past the monk holding the giant bell, completely ignoring the other party's life and death.

We arrived at a magnificent hall again, and countless leg shadows appeared in the void.

The legs are very different, and the beautiful boy is blocked.

The beautiful boy smiled without comment, and countless palms grew on his body, facing the shadow of his legs. Each palm had a deep and unfathomable magic eye, which suddenly emitted a cold magic light and hit the shadow of his legs.

Soon, the spirit of a monk squeezed out from the void and fell to the ground, with blood spurting on his mouth.

The beautiful boy continued to move forward and arrived at a square. One hundred and eight monks with their essence like wolf smoke set up a large formation to form a defense line.

Seeing this, the boy turned into a black light and rushed into the formation.

Like a black dragon, it was surging in the formation. After several battles, dozens of monks fell to the ground, the black light rose and went deeper into the temple.

In front of it is the Sutra Pavilion, and at this moment a monk with a golden color fell from the sky. It is Shengdi, the current master of the Nalanda Temple. He is only weak and has a very extraordinary body of magical powers, but he is still far from the master of the Dharma and Zen Master Mise thousands of years ago.

But he had no choice but to prevent this villain from entering the Sutra Pavilion with a fearless heart, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable.

The master of Shengdi Dharma fully utilized the golden body of sixteen feet and the golden Buddha fist was bombarded, bringing out a dazzling golden light, and dozens of phantoms that turned into a celestial dragon-shaped figure in the void, attacking the young man with the Zen sound of the dragon.

The boy did not dodge or avoid, allowing the dragon-shaped energy to tighten himself like a long rope.

Layers of golden dragon-shaped energy completely submerged the young man.

The Master of Shengdi was not at all lustful. He could feel a terrible potential gathering in the young demon king, becoming stronger and stronger.

His fist force seemed to wrap around a huge stove, which could explode at any time.

The premonition finally became a reality, and the young demon king finally burst out with powerful energy, like a storm of waves, rocks piercing the sky, and the energy of dissipation, resulting in cracks being deeply influenced by Buddhism and hard on the ground that appeared as hard as diamonds.

It was the ground where Taoist flying swords could not leave any trace. In front of this energy, it was as fragile as tofu.

The Master of Shengdi felt the gap in strength between himself and the young demon king. Even if he practiced to the level of indestructible Vajra, it would be difficult for him to suppress the other party.

Although the master of Dharma practice is very fast, he is still too young to digest all the innate practice experience.

I can only say that this is a disaster that God has brought to Nalanda Temple.

The danger encountered by Nalanda Temple this time will be even worse than when the decisive battle between the Grand Sima and that generation of Dharma Masters.

The Zen mind that Shengdifa masters practice cannot help but shake. Buddhism will become, live, live, decay and emptiness. Could it be that this is a sign that Nalanda Temple will be destroyed, and he will also be the last generation of Dharma masters.

Unwilling emotions were revealed, and Shengdi Fa thought of an obscure mantra, and the golden color on his body became deeper, similar to dark gold.

His aura was raised a little higher again, and he seemed to have become bigger and headed towards the young devil.

The paths that Master Shengdi passed were all shattered by the power dispersed from his feet.

The dark golden fist faced the white palm, and the energy spread around it. The square outside the Sutra Pavilion was shockingly messy.

A huge round pit appeared, and the young demon king's neat clothes were stained with blood. This was not his blood, but the Lord of Shengdi.

In just a moment, they had more than a thousand times of fighting.

The young demon king said lightly: "Are the masters of Nalanda Temple so weak?"

The Lord of Shengdi was speechless. He supported himself on the ground with one hand, and the gilded color on his body began to fade. He had tried his best, but he still could not hurt the devil.

The young devil looked at the Sutra Pavilion again and showed a hot look. Last time, he was severely injured by that generation of Dharma Masters in this Sutra Pavilion. This time he would not repeat the same mistakes, and he would also walk in openly.

The young devil walked slowly forward and kept approaching the threshold of the Sutra Pavilion.

The Master of Shengdi cannot help but show his desperate eyes.

He tried to stand up, but his muscles and bones were shattered, and his energy was not left at all, and his body was empty.

The young devil king couldn't help but smile. After he got the Wordless Classic, he burned the broken temple to relieve his chest.

The Lord of Shengdi closed his eyes in despair. He couldn't bear to see the devil trampling on the holiest place of Nalanda Temple.

When the young devil was about to walk to the threshold, he found a broom sticking out, accompanied by a clear sigh, "You have dirtyed the place."

At this time, for the young demon king, it was no less than the Nine Heavens Thunder hitting him, and he obviously didn't notice anyone inside!

The Zen mind of the Lord of the Truth of the Great Dharma was also awakened by this sigh.
Chapter completed!