He concentrated and was about to thrust out, when he suddenly froze.

Yuan Feng suddenly realized that he was knocked away with a palm, and blood-red flesh spurted out in the air. He was already dead.

"Ding!" Fakong spat out the word lightly.

"Bang!" Another monk from King Kong Peak spotted the old man holding a sword who was sneaking behind him. The old man stood stiff and was slapped away with his palm.

"Ding!" Fakong spat out another word.

"Bang!" Another old man holding a sword flew out.

…

Cast a spell from afar.

One by one, the old men holding swords were immobilized by him, and were knocked away by the four Yuan Feng. These old men holding swords had strange movement skills. It was obvious at a glance that they were difficult to deal with, so it was better to get rid of them first.

More than two hundred masters from Vajra Temple arrived, and nine of them formed a formation. Dozens of formations surrounded the invading hundreds of Dayong masters.

Fakong kept casting spells, and the top masters were immobilized one after another, and then they were hit hard without any resistance.

The masters of Vajra Temple didn't care why they were like this. Opportunities were rare, so they would kill them when they got the chance.

One after another, the mantra for purifying the heart was sprinkled.

They were immediately in high spirits and reacted faster.

In a fight, reacting a little faster can mean the difference between life and death.

Fa Kong noticed this change and simply stopped using the Fixing Curse and only cast the Pure Heart Curse.

Among the four great Buddhist mantras, the Pure Heart Mantra is the highest level, easier to cast, and has the strongest effect.

He cast the Heart-Purifying Mantra more than fifty times in one breath, and every master of the Vajra Temple did not fail.

He had just finished casting the Heart-Cleaning Curse and was about to use the Immobilizing Curse again, when suddenly he concentrated and all his attention fell on an old man.

An old man slowly came from the foot of the mountain on the other side of King Kong Peak.

He is wearing a green robe, has a slender figure and a slim appearance. He is about sixty years old and is walking slowly while stroking his beard.

The green robe flutters, and he is as upright as a scholar.

As soon as he saw the old man in green robe, he immediately raised alarm.

Ever since I entered the Divine Origin Realm and entered the second level of the Vajra Indestructible Magic, there have been no warning signs for quite some time.

It's really because there are not many masters who can threaten their own lives.

Now when I see the old man in green robe, the alarm goes up. Obviously, this old man is not just the second grade, I am afraid he has reached the first grade.

His eyes narrowed slightly.

The originally shielded light opens up.

The world in front of him suddenly became magnificent, and everything was shining, especially the masters of Dayong and Kongang Temple who were fighting, the light was like a burning flame.

The sword masters of Dayong were enveloped in green flames.

Dayong's sword-wielding masters were covered in red flames.

The masters of Vajra Temple were shrouded in golden light.

But the old man in green robe had no luster on his body, only a white light behind his head, like a bright moon.

It's very much like the halo in the void of your own mind.

Observe this white wheel of light carefully with your mind's eye.

It is different from the halo in the void of my mind, which is milky white, while my own halo is more like colorless and transparent.

"First grade!" Fa Kong murmured.

Faning was sitting next to him. When he heard this, he hurriedly asked: "Brother, what is the first grade?"

Fakong looked solemn, shook his head, and continued to observe with his eyes closed.

Dayong actually sent a first-class master. I didn't expect to see a first-class master in such a situation.

What about Vajra Temple?

With his mind's eye, he saw the entire Vajra Temple.

In the Main Hall of Vajra Temple, nearly a hundred monks were chanting sutras, and they did not stop because of the roar outside.

Inside the hall, the heat was rising, and a group of monks were very busy.

In the martial arts training ground, more than two hundred monks are practicing.

In the Luohan Hall, more than a hundred monks were sorting out their clothes, putting on a smart outfit, and tying up their belts and sleeves.

In the Medicine King's Courtyard, the monks were busy making medicine. They prepared the Jinchuang medicine one by one, and rubbed the healing pills one by one and put them into bottles.

In the pagoda forest of Vajra Temple.

There were several blank stone tablets erected in the southeast corner. In the middle of the stone tablets, an old monk who was carving stone tablets slowly put down his hammer and chisel and stood up slowly.

His eyebrows are as bright as frost, and wrinkles are as dense as chrysanthemums on his face. He looks so old that it seems as if a gust of wind can blow it away.

Fakong's attention was immediately attracted and he saw the white light wheel slowly lighting up behind his head.

First grade!

Inexplicable high spirits surged in Fakong's heart.

On the third floor of the Sutra Pavilion, an old monk was dozing off in an Arhat chair in front of the window, holding a Buddhist scripture in one hand.

The old monk has white hair and a childish face, and is very sleepy.

The Buddhist scriptures have fallen to my knees.

He slowly opened his eyes, looked up in the direction of King Kong Peak, and sighed.

He picked up the Buddhist scriptures on his knees, closed them, and gently placed them on the table.

He slowly stood up from the Arhat chair.

A white light wheel slowly lit up behind his head.

Fa Kong's mood became more and more excited.

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