Chapter 121: Amazing Mutation!

Ye Junlin shook his head and put away the Cangyuan Sword.

At the same time, he snapped his fingers, and the other two clones disappeared.

"Finished, call it a day!" Ye Junlin turned around and left with a nonchalant look on his face.

"You're letting us go now?" Elder Longxiang was very surprised. It was the opposite of what he expected.

"Donor Ye, you are..." Elder Qingjing said in surprise.

As Ye Junlin walked, he stretched out his hand and scratched his butt, "Why are you making such a fuss? I have received nine years of compulsory education and am a high-level intellectual. I still have some sense of right and wrong."

"You are not the culprit, not even an accomplice. You were just dragged in inexplicably. Since that old bald donkey is dead and your Hanging Temple has paid the price, the rest is up to you to deal with."

"Well, that's it. Bye."

Hearing this.

The expressions on the two people's faces were stunned.

They didn't quite understand what was said in the beginning, about nine-year compulsory education and high-level intellectuals, but they could understand the meaning of the latter part. In short, this person didn't intend to vent his anger on them. He emphasized that every grievance should be punished.

Now Xuyun is dead, and the vitality of the Hanging Temple is seriously damaged. This can be regarded as retribution!

Looking at the handsome back, Elder Longxiang and Elder Qingjing put their hands together, and were deeply touched. They sighed: "Amitabha, Mr. Ye convinces people with reason. We admire him."

Bai Xiaoxi hurriedly ran towards Ye Junlin with his short legs, "Master, wait for me!"

It was not interested in fighting in the first place, and now it can leave here, not to mention how happy it is.

The big mushroom king followed closely as if he had been pardoned.

"Is it over?" Hong Qianye's eye muscles twitched, and he felt unsatisfied.

If he follows his usual style, he will definitely slaughter all the monks in the Hanging Temple, and burn the scriptures. No matter what is right or wrong, he will have fun first!

Clang, Li Wujie decisively sheathed his sword. He would obey any order of the master unconditionally.

"Brother Hong, we have to go. Don't make the master unhappy." Li Wujie reminded him with good intentions.

"Hmph, do I still need you to teach me? Take care of yourself first!" Hong Qianye rolled her eyes and walked past him with her arms folded.

Li Wujie shrugged and followed.

During this period of time, he has become accustomed to the strange temper of this senior brother. He is not very friendly to his fellow disciples, but when facing the master, his attitude will change 180 degrees.

Perhaps, this is the deep love between master and disciple.

"A Kun!"

Ye Junlin shouted, but got no response.

Take a closer look.

Kunpeng, who was originally suppressed, had fallen asleep at some point, and did not even notice the disappearance of the Five Finger Mountain pressing on him.

"Master, Kunkun is sleeping so soundly." Bai Xiaoxi said.

Ye Junlin was speechless.

How could he sleep at this age?

"A Kun!!"

Ye Junlin shouted again, and his voice shook the sky.

The beautiful dream was broken, and Kunpeng woke up, vibrating his wings violently, with sand and rocks flying around, and strong winds.

Good guy, this is a morning grump!

But when he found that it was his master who was calling him, Kunpeng immediately calmed down, flew over with a guilty conscience, and rubbed Ye Junlin's arm with his big head.

"Okay, okay, I know what you mean, pay attention next time." Ye Junlin said unhappily.

Then, a group of people climbed on Kunpeng's back. Kunpeng called a few times happily, and his body returned to its original size, covering the sky and the sun, and flew towards the depths of the sky.

At this time.

The outside world is paying close attention to the situation in Fantuo Mountain.

Because the battle on the mountain was too terrifying, the energy released tore through the void, so many people dared not come forward, and could only watch from a distance in fear.

"Look, what is that?!"

"Hiss, this is the mount of the Tribulation Realm, it seems that the big guy has finished his work and came out!"

"Does this mean that the battle is over?"

"What I care most about is whether the Hanging Temple has been destroyed?"

...

The various forces in the Pure Land Kingdom were talking.

Countless divine consciousnesses intertwined and wandered outside the Fantuo Mountain, but they did not dare to extend into the mountain.

After all, at this critical moment, it is the most sensitive time. What if the Hanging Temple is still there? It would be an offense for them to do so!

After so many years, the Hanging Temple has remained standing, and the Pure Land Kingdom has had several changes of dynasties before, but every time a new country was established, the rulers of the country would continue to respect the Hanging Temple.

It can be seen that its status and influence are great!

Therefore, before they were fully sure, the various forces in the Pure Land Kingdom did not dare to explore in depth, fearing that they would offend this holy place of Buddhism.

On Mount Fantuo.

The monks cleaned up and cleaned the battlefield with grief.

Many fellow disciples died in this battle, and the temple was seriously injured. It was the biggest shock it had ever suffered since its establishment.

But now, they have no complaints. Everything is the fault of the Hanging Temple.

"Everyone, although the abbot has passed away, as long as Elder Longxiang and Elder Qingjing are here, I believe that my Hanging Temple can still restore its glory." An elder said to comfort his disciples.

The atmosphere was very depressing and dull.

In fact, everyone knew in their hearts that after this altar was messed up, the inside story would soon spread, the reputation of the Hanging Temple was completely destroyed, and the halo of the Buddhist holy place was probably going to be taken off.

Restoring glory? How easy is it!

Elder Long Xiang sighed: "Now, we are very busy."

"Yes, but we must swallow this bitter pill." Elder Qingjing said bitterly: "In fact, we are also responsible for the Xuankong Temple to this day. If we had known better, we should not have let it go and spent time in seclusion."

"Hey, it's too late to say anything now!" Elder Long Xiang shook his head. Suddenly he seemed to feel something, his eyebrows were beating sharply, and there was a strong crisis in his heart.

"Who's there! Get out!!" Elder Longxiang shouted violently, his voice containing the Buddhist lion's roar skills, causing the sand and dust to roll.

"Huh?!" Elder Qingjing also realized something, and was shocked and angry.

How dare someone take advantage of this moment to sneak into Mount Fantuo secretly?

The most important thing is that there is more than one opponent, and judging from the captured auras, several of them are even in the Tribulation Realm!

Buzz!

There were ripples in the void.

Figures walked out one after another. They were uniformly dressed in black robes, and their faces could not be seen clearly under the brim of their hats.

"Haha, the Three Saints of the Hanging Temple who were so powerful in the Eastern Region in the past, now you two are the only ones left. What a twist of fate." The middle-aged black-robed leader, with his hands behind his back, spoke in a mellow and magnetic voice.

"What the hell, you're so sneaky, rats from nowhere dare to run wild in the Xuankong Temple!" Elder Longxiang's voice was like a bell, and he hit the ground with a demon-suppressing stick in his hand. He puffed up his chest and glared ahead, but he was secretly worried in his heart.

At this time, his condition has hit rock bottom, how can he still have the ability to face the enemy?

You can only rely on bluff!

"Master Long Xiang, your temper is still as irritable as ever. Just like when the top ten immortal sects met in the Eastern Territory, you were spitting out fragrance at the scene. Thinking about it now, it is really a time of great changes, things and people have changed." Middle-aged black robe sighed.

"You, who are you?!" Elder Long Xiang's pupils shrank into needles.

To be able to appear on that occasion, he must have seen it before, and his identity is also a high-ranking senior member of the Immortal Sect!

The middle-aged man in black robe sneered and formed a seal with one hand, and a huge gray curtain enveloped the Hanging Temple.

The next second, the men in black robes behind them immediately moved towards the remaining monks.

The cold murderous intent swept through, filling every inch of space.

"Stop!" Elder Longxiang and Elder Qingjing wanted to stop, but were suppressed by the power released by the middle-aged black robe. They could not kneel on the ground, their hearts filled with humiliation, and they gritted their teeth.

Now they have no energy left to fight.

You can only let others slaughter you!

Screams and wails filled Mount Fantuo, but under the isolation of this gray curtain, these sounds could not reach the outside.

"Ah..." The remaining elders and disciples of Xuankong Temple were ruthlessly slaughtered by this group of black-robed men.

The ground was dyed red with blood, and the scene was like a hell.

"Who are you? Why did you do this? Did my Xuankong Temple offend you somewhere?!" Elder Longxiang and Elder Qingjing said sadly and angrily.

The middle-aged man in black robe shook his head, "No, we are even allies. Unfortunately, in front of the next plan, your Xuankong Temple is too annoying, so we can only take this opportunity to get rid of you."

"Alliance, ally?!!"

The two of them felt like they were struck by lightning, their brains spinning rapidly. Currently, there is only one who can declare an alliance with the Xuankong Temple!

"You, you are..."

The sound stopped suddenly.

The middle-aged man in black robe suddenly stepped forward and grabbed their throats with both hands. Under the brim of his hat, a cold smile appeared on his lips, "You two, let's follow that self-righteous old guy on his way."

Boom~! !

The vast ocean of mana suddenly poured out.

Elder Longxiang and Elder Qingjing were each shrouded in silver light. Their faces were in pain, their eyes were full of despair, their bodies were covered with cracks, and strands of blood were flowing away crazily.

Bang!

With an explosion.

Both of them were reduced to ashes and completely destroyed in the world.

The middle-aged man in black robe slowly stretched out his hand, and the incomplete relic transformed by Xu Yun flew from the ground to the palm of his hand.

"If you were still here, I might consider bringing you in, but it's a pity that you suffered this disaster. As for the remaining two, they will definitely stop this plan, so, haha..."

When he clenched his hands and released them again, the relics in his palms had already turned into powder and dissipated in the wind.

The massacre continues.

After an unknown amount of time, there was no one left alive in the Xuankong Temple.

Rivers of blood flowed, and the smell of blood hit your nostrils.

Looking at the dead ancient temple in front of him, the middle-aged man in black robe put his hands behind his back and said coldly: "From now on, there will no longer be a Buddhist holy place like Xuankong Temple in the Eastern Region."

"Zong..." A subordinate behind him wanted to speak, but was frightened by the look of the middle-aged man in black robe who turned his head. He quickly changed his words: "Sir, over there in the Pure Land Kingdom, should we take action now?"

The middle-aged man in black robe had an expressionless face: "Don't worry, a team has already passed by. The Pure Land Kingdom is part of the plan and must be captured!"

As he spoke, he looked up at the sky, his eyes dark and unclear, and said in a meaningful tone:

"Kunlun Realm will fall sooner or later. The Eastern Region is just the beginning. Our ancestors are right. Only by following the general trend can we survive. Even if the cards are reshuffled, our orthodoxy can still continue and even flourish!"

"So, nothing wrong."