The Xuantian long stick with a huge Buddha's will turned into a golden light, rushing into the black fog condensed by countless evil spirits, and rushed into the mud like a flood. Suddenly, it was shocked and huge waves were overwhelmed. In the golden light, countless evil spirits let out sharp roars, and the smoke disappeared in an instant. The black iron stick still remained unabated and penetrated straight into the young man's chest. If this stick fell on him, it would be a cool heart and a death. On the spot, the young man was extremely frightened, frightened to his face as golden paper, and retreated continuously. At this time, another person jumped out of the dozen or so young men. He looked a little older last year, about twenty-three or four years old. The young man held two double grooves and suddenly blocked the young man and smashed the black iron stick flying towards the flying black iron stick.

Another piece of Mars shone, and runes were blessing on the double grooves in the young man's hand, revealing a blood-red evil aura. When the double grooves came into contact with the Xuan Iron Zen Staff, the red light overflowed, and instantly covered the golden light on the Xuan Iron Stick. The Xuan Iron Stick was eclipsed and blocked back and fell back into the hands of Monk Miaokong.

The young man suddenly appeared in the air and saved the life of the young man just now. The monks in Lingyin Temple were immediately filled with righteous indignation again. This did not conform to the rules of the world. How could the two of them have a life-and-death battle? How could they tolerate another person appearing?

Suddenly, a great monk from the Miao generation said angrily: Your White Lotus Sect doesn't understand the rules, it's unfair.

The young man who appeared in the sky had a mouse-like face, and his small triangular eyes were extremely vicious. He stared at the big monk who was talking and sneered: Don't talk about your rules in the world, don't you see where you are now.

As soon as the triangular eyes spoke, the monk was speechless. Yes, this is the head of the White Lotus Sect, and it is not a world of martial arts. This is a world where the strong prey on the weak. How could there be rules? He is the fish on the chopping board, and he can be slaughtered by others. Their words are rules.

Wu Feng and Zhou Ming have been watching coldly, and their hearts are indeed like a turbulent sea. These people are really not human at all. They are completely unwilling to be looked at by the monks from Lingyin Temple, but they can only watch it. The feeling of pain and depression is really uncomfortable. However, both of them secretly swear in their hearts that if they have the chance, they must kill all the monsters of the White Lotus Sect and give the world a bright world. These people are so hateful.

The two of them once again fell on Monk Miaokong, and they could only pray secretly that Monk Miaokong could defeat the triangular-eyed boy in front of them, so that they might be able to save their lives.

Monk Miaokong held a black iron stick in both hands and glared at the triangular-eyed boy. He didn't say much at the moment. He stepped on the ground with his feet. The already bumpy stone slabs on the ground broke again. The black iron stick in his hand screamed and broke through the air, pointing at the triangular-eyed boy.
Chapter completed!