The young man with sword-shaped eyebrows and the middle-aged man in blue had been here for two hours. They had been waiting for the monk to finish chanting, but the other party did not stop at all, which made them a little impatient.
The monk seemed to have finally finished chanting. The sound of the wooden fish stopped. He slowly stood up and turned his head.
This was a skinny old monk who looked to be in his sixties or seventies. He wore a kasaya and looked very old and thin, as if he was malnourished. He had a kind look on his face.
The old monk's yellow eyes were devoid of any emotion. His gaze fell on the young man with sword-like eyebrows and he said in a calm tone,"Patron, this is the land of the Buddhist Sect. You are not allowed to make a racket in front of the Buddha.”
Facing the old monk's unhurried tone, the young man with sword-like eyebrows snorted coldly and said,"Cut the crap. Let me ask you, was there a man who came here earlier? He's about the same age as me."
The young man with sword-shaped eyebrows and the middle-aged man had come here to look for someone. Their junior brother had not returned for a long time. According to the identity token on his body, it showed that this was the temple. After not contacting them for so long, he was most likely killed, so they came here to look for him.
" Amitabha," the old monk said calmly." No one comes to visit this temple normally, and This Penniless Monk has never seen any other benefactors."”
The moment he said that, both the young man with sword-shaped eyebrows and the middle-aged man in blue had a cold look in their eyes. They were sure that their junior brother had disappeared here, but this old monk said that he had never seen their junior brother. This was clearly a lie!
"Old bald donkey, you still dare to lie?"
The young man with sword-like eyebrows shouted coldly. He suddenly drew a line with his finger and an invisible sword Qi shot out. It flew over the head of the skinny old monk and struck a Buddha statue behind him.
Chi!
Suddenly, the metal Buddha statue was cut open, but something that stunned Su Hao and the others happened.
The metal Buddha statue was hollow. It was cut open, and bloody objects flowed out. They were bloody hearts!
The young man with sword-shaped eyebrows and the blue-clothed man were stunned by this scene. The Buddha statue was filled with hearts? And looking at the size of those hearts, they were not the hearts of beasts, but the hearts of humans!
"There was a chest of hearts in Traceless Blood's underground palace earlier…It's indeed related to this old monk!”Seeing this, Su Hao thought of the box he saw at the Blood Demon Sect's branch. This skinny old monk might have some connection with the Devil's Sect!
When the skinny old monk saw the cracked Buddha statue and the scattered hearts, the calmness on his face disappeared and became ferocious. His eyes flickered with a bloody light as he growled,"How dare you disrespect Buddha?"
"As expected, it was you, the demon monk. Junior Brother Zhang must have been killed by you!”
The young man with sword-shaped eyebrows was full of killing intent. He had some doubts before, but when he saw the hearts filled in the Buddha statue, he knew that his junior brother had most likely died in the hands of this demon monk. Perhaps one of these hearts was his.
"Lightning Fire Curse!"
The young man with sword-shaped eyebrows clasped his palms together and formed a seal. The surrounding spiritual energy fluctuated, and flames appeared in the void. A bolt of lightning appeared out of thin air, like a divine sword falling towards the skinny old monk's head!
" He is indeed a Qi Practitioner!"
Su Hao understood what the young man was trying to do. Just as he expected, these two were Qi Practitioners, and judging from their movements, they were not the same as the rogue cultivators that Su Hao had seen before. They were most likely from Qi Practitioner sects!
"Crack!"
The flame and thunder that were as thick as an arm struck the skinny old man's head furiously. However, what was surprising was that the thunder exploded and destroyed the ground around the skinny old monk. Even the Buddha statue exploded, and the heart inside was burned to ashes.
However, the skinny old monk himself stood still on the spot. He did not even suffer any damage to his skin.
"How is that possible? Even a Tier 1 demonic beast can't withstand my Lightning Fire Curse!”
The young man with sword-shaped eyebrows looked at the skinny old monk who was completely unharmed in the Thunder Fire in horror and exclaimed.
The Thunder Fire Curse released thunder and flames to kill the enemy. Even a demon beast with a strong physique would die on the spot.
But this skinny old monk was able to withstand it with his body?
"Demon monk, you murdered the innocent. Today, you will pay with your life! Body Splitting Gale!"
The blue-robed middle-aged man also understood that the skinny old monk was not a kind person. He did not stand by and watch. His robe shook, and a green hurricane swept out, forming green blades that slashed at the skinny old man.
Each blade was made of strong gales that could tear gold and iron apart. They slashed at the skinny old monk's body, wanting to tear him into pieces.
"Puff!"
However, what was shocking was that when the astral winds struck the skinny old monk's body, they were automatically annihilated. The skinny old monk was still unharmed!
"What…what yao art is this?" The blue-clothed middle-aged man and the sword-shaped young man's expressions changed. This skinny old man's methods were somewhat strange.
"This seems to be…Stellar Energy? Unimaginably powerful Stellar Energy!"
Su Hao was equally surprised because he could see that this skinny old monk was not using any spells or demonic arts, but martial arts.
The old monk's body was covered in a layer of Qi, a layer of Qi of ridiculously high quality, a Qi that could resist the Qi Practitioners 'spells!
"Is this old monk a martial arts grandmaster? The strength of his Stellar Energy surpasses all the martial artists I've seen!”
Su Hao was shocked. Su Hao had broken through the limit and the Thirteen Grand Guardians had broken through again. Although he was not at the Great Grandmaster Realm, his Gang Qi was more powerful than 90% of a Grandmaster's. However, this skinny old monk's Gang Qi was far stronger than Su Hao's. Su Hao could only think of a Martial Arts Grandmaster!
"Spirit Binding Rope!"
The middle-aged man in blue gritted his teeth. He patted a cloth bag at his waist, and a black chain spun like a long snake, binding the old monk tightly.
This was a magic treasure owned by the blue-robed middle-aged man. Although it was only a ninth-grade magic treasure, it could bind enemies and seal the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. Even if an ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivator was bound by it, they would not be able to break free!
However, the skinny old monk put his hands together in front of his chest. In the next second, a terrifying force erupted from his body like a volcano, causing the black chain to explode!
Looking at the shocked expressions of the middle-aged man in blue and the young man with sword-shaped eyebrows, the skinny old monk's eyes flickered with a bloody light, but the corners of his mouth curled up into an evil arc."Amitabha. This Penniless Monk did not use any demonic arts, but the supreme divine technique of our Buddhist Sect, the Tendon Changing Scripture!”
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