Under the white light beads on the top, colorful figures rushed over layer by layer, quickly covering up Zhou Fan and the others.

The eleven monks at the gate of the hall looked cold. They didn't even have to take action, and the mural could seriously injure or kill the two warriors.

But they quickly showed a look of shock.

Because a giant sword with cold blue flames shattered countless figures, colorful paints sputtered on the ground.

On the other side, a golden sword swept across, and there were wind and catkins on the golden sword, strangling colorful figures.

Hundreds of figures were quickly killed, leaving less than a hundred.

"It's extraordinary, no wonder the two of them dared to break into the Snake Buddha Temple." Fayue Cang's voice came out again.

The little shami holding the bone beads changed slightly, and he speeded up his chanting.

The colorful pigments scattered on the ground suddenly squirmed, condensed into clusters of liquid. The liquid spread, making a rustling sound of water and turned into colorful figures again, and continued to pounce towards Zhou Fan and the others.

The eleven monks still stood still. The disadvantage of most warriors is that they rely on talismans. The colorful figures in the Snake Buddha Temple dare not say that they cannot be killed, but they can be resurrected many times.

At least it would be fine to exhaust the talismans of the two warriors in their opinion.

Zhou Fan saw the colorful figures resurrected again. His face turned slightly cold, and the giant knife in his hand kept scattering out, killing the colorful figures, "Brother Li, I'll leave for a while, can you hold on?"

"Brother Zhou, don't worry, just go there." Li Jiuyue said with a smile. He took out several talismans while swinging his sword.

Zhou Fan received Li Jiuyue's answer, and the layers of colorful figures were slashed by him, making a huge hole appear. He looked at the eleven monks at the palace gate.

Just after taking a look like this, his figure disappeared into the mural corridor.

The next moment, he appeared in front of the little novice monk.

The little shaman saw Zhou Fan who was suddenly standing in front of him. His tiny pupils were wide open, but his body could not have time to react.

A sharp sword light flashed, the little novice monk's head flew up, and blood scattered on the palace wall.

The little shaman's body fell backwards, while his head was still flipping in the air. The small eyes raised their eyes and watched Zhou Fan hold the bone bead in his hand.

The head rolled a few times on the blackstone floor.

The ten monks born reacted, and fear and anger appeared on their faces. They shouted angrily and rushed towards Zhou Fan.

Zhou Fan, who was covered with purple gold light armor, looked cold. He pinched it gently and the bone beads suddenly shattered and turned into white powder and scattered from his fingers.

The colorful figures of Li Jiuyue siege under the mural corridor under the palace steps all stopped, and their bodies melted like ice and snow, turning into a pool of colorful pigments.

Zhou Fan did not notice this scene. Ten monks had already rushed to him and ten snake sticks were slashing at him.

The silver snake at the end of the stick came alive and ejected from the stick. The snake's mouth was opened, its two fangs were hideous and terrifying, and it was the first to spew out snake venom.

The venom fell on the purple gold light armor, and ten parts of the light armor instantly became charred.

Zhou Fan did not dodge the venom and swung it out with a giant sword of cold blue flame.

Even with the giant sword, it was so fast that only three vague half-moon sword shadows could be seen.

The first scoop shadow split the ten silver snakes in half. Before the silver snake could land, the second scoop shadow had already cut off the ten attacking sticks.

When the third tumbler shadow spread out again, the heads of the ten monks flew up together.

Blood gushed out of the ten headless corpses, completely dyeing the palace gate red.

The body fell into pieces.

The scene was bloody and cruel.

But Zhou Fan did not get any blood.

Li Jiuyue also rushed to the front of the main hall gate, and he carefully avoided the blood of the human beings under his feet.

The two of them did not speak, but looked carefully into the hall.

There is a great golden Buddha above the Buddha’s temple, and under the golden Buddha, he is still facing away from Zhou Fan and Li Jiuyue.

On the other side of the abbot, there was a row of horsemen and warriors standing in a row. Their eyes were dull and obviously they didn't know what had happened.

"Amitabha." Monk Fayue sighed, "Donor Zhou killed all my disciples. It's such a great murderous intention."

"I'm very curious, why don't you escape?" Zhou Fan pulled Li Jiuyue and prevented him from stepping into the hall rashly.

Because he felt that there was a big weirdness in the hall, Monk Fayue had not turned around yet, which made his body feel a little chill.

Even his words that he killed his disciples did not make him feel any sad.

This old monk is not simple.

There might be some traps in the hall.

"What a pity, I am the disciples. Even though they were just bandits who had to escape into the wilderness and wilderness when they were killed in the city, they converted to my Buddha after all, and that was my Buddha's disciple. Donor Zhou committed this murder, wouldn't he be afraid of going to hell?" Fayue asked softly.

"You old monk, you have bad intentions to us. The disciples are composed of some bandits. If you kill them, you will be killed. What qualifications do you have to call yourself a Buddhist disciple?" Li Jiuyue said with a cold face, staring at the Buddhist temple with vigilance.

"Master Li misunderstood. The Buddha I believe in is different from what you said. I believed in this Buddha when I was young." Monk Fayue's voice was calm. He pointed to the golden statue of the Buddha in the main hall. "Later something happened. I gradually realized that he was not worthy of faith, but believed in the current Buddha."

"I don't know what kind of Buddha Abbot Fayue believes in now?" Zhou Fan asked with a smile.

"Snake Buddha Temple...Snake Buddha Temple... I believe in it naturally is the snake Buddha." Fayue said with a serious expression.

"It turns out that he is an evil monk who is worse than the Little Buddha Temple." Li Jiuyue was very disgusted with these people who pretended to be gods and sneered and sarcastically.

"The world is confused, and my heart is very painful." Fayue sighed and did not make any more excuses.

"Why don't you run away? Are you waiting for your snake Buddha to come?" Zhou Fan asked Fa Yue again the question that he had avoided just now.

His eyes were still vigilant. He was willing to chat with Monk Fayue here, but it was just a test of each other.

"Does the donor Zhou think he won?" Fayue chuckled, "I guessed that donor Zhou didn't come in, but it was not as Zhou thought. When dealing with donor Zhou, there was no need for the snake Buddha to take action. I am alone."

Fayue then slowly turned around. His face looked old and wrinkled, which was not scary, but there were countless small snake tails on his neck that were constantly twisting, and soon his face also kept coming out.

His whole face showed a shaking snake tail.

He opened his mouth and a snake poked out from his mouth. The snake mouth opened and closed, and the sound came from the snake mouth: "The one who should escape is the donor Zhou, but it is too late for the donor Zhou to escape."

The entire Buddhist temple began to tremble faintly.
Chapter completed!