The white ape had just walked halfway through the narrow corridor of the Dharma Protector's Hall that passed through the cave. She noticed something was wrong. It seemed that the clay statues around her were staring at her with their eyes squinted. The white ape couldn't help but feel numb. When he couldn't help but climbed onto a Dharma Protector's statue and looked carefully, he realized that some Dharma Protector's eyes were dug up by some of the good people at some time, and the eyes he had just felt

The white ape raised an oil lamp from the shrine. When they looked inside the hollow eye socket of the clay sculpture, they found that the clay sculpture was completely empty. There seemed to be someone hiding inside just now. In this blink of an eye, there was already nowhere to be found under the white ape's eyelids. It can be seen that there were extremely exquisite mechanisms under the shrine. When the white ape jumped down from the shrine, some gods and ghosts around came closer to some monks holding sticks and knives. However, the other party seemed to be unkind. A monk who was leading the head slashed the white ape's face without saying anything.

The white ape, who was in the narrow corridor, subconsciously grabbed the side, but there was nothing available except a lonely oil lamp that was destroyed. With a sudden inspiration, he raised his hand and splashed the wick and hot tung oil at the visitor. After the unexpected monk was splashed on his face by the hot oil beads, he made a shrill scream. The long sticks he waved over and then blew around. The monk seemed to have burned his eyes by the hot oil beads. He let the mud and wood that were hit by the guardian sculptures, and he still fiercely used the power of killing tigers to attack the tiger. Other monks were afraid of being injured by accident.

Demu stood aside and watched it quietly. At this moment, in their eyes, there was only a ferocious headless fly hitting a macaque jumping up and down among various clay sculptures. However, this situation did not last long, and the monk was knocked out by a clay sculpture Indra, who had fallen down by a narrator, and the vacant position of the clay sculpture Indra was docked with a panting white ape. At this moment, he was holding the long stick in his hand that he had grabbed at some point. When the monks around him rushed over, they had already ejected as if they were supporting their bodies with their long sticks, and they nimbled into the courtyard beside them.

There was a row of weapon racks in the courtyard. The white ape picked up a long stick and rushed out to the exit. The white ape with a long stick in his hand was like a tiger going down the mountain, and his hands were extremely cruel. A rain of sticks was blowing tightly, and the monks who blocked his way did not get any advantage. Instead, the monks were either green or purple on their heads and legs, either in a mess, and were almost no different from the clay sculpture guardians in the corridor.

Lun Wuxu's casual blow made him feel unprecedented surprise. Looking at the seemingly insurmountable mountain in front of him, the white ape hardened his teeth and rushed over with all his strength.

The white ape had already developed a pair of black visible eyes in the dark forest. Their eyesight was many times stronger than ordinary people. After discovering that there was a big gap between the monks who blocked their way like the door god, they wiped out the open fire in the hall with a wishful thinking with a long stick, but the monk seemed to be unaffected at all.

The monk in the darkness looked straight as before, making people unable to feel the changes in the weather on his face. However, he was not in a hurry to attack and always used the defensive posture. The monk could always accurately understand the sharp stick wind swinged by the white ape, and then stopped and hit the white ape's body just right. Only then did the white ape realize what Wu Yonglin once said, "There is heaven beyond the sky, and there is someone beyond the human being." The monk in front of him who almost made him lose all his thoughts is undoubtedly such a master.

"Put down your weapons and don't struggle without any effort."

"I am different from you. I once lived a happy life alone with the heavens and the earth and the wild beasts. Over the past few months, I have known a group of friends who are truly worthy of dating, and even got married to three women. In fact, they did not belong to me, just because I did not shrink and settle in a corner like a fat man they once loved, so I won their favor and love. If I kneel down in front of you today, what is the difference between it and the man I used to do? This matter is unconventional. Wen and Wu fight to the death. I don't know one of them, and I only have one of you and me standing here."

"Form is emptiness, emptiness is color, why do you have to?"

"My life has become perfect. It is my misfortune to meet you today. I am not as good as others. I have nothing to say."

As soon as the white ape finished speaking, he drew circles around Lun's body like a storm.

Lun Wuxu jumped up quickly, and an invisible Tiangang true energy rose all over his body. The wind and fire stick in his hand continued to transform into two, and then from two to four, increasing in turn, and finally made people feel that there were thousands of them. This was the "Thousand Buddha Stick" evolved from the "Thousand Buddha Hand". When he used this move, the white ape became a mess. He could not tell the true or false from the transformed stick shadows. After dozens of sticks were almost gone, the stick shadows were hit more and more, and there were mosquito-fly-like Sanskrit sounds coming around, as if the other party was just trying to transform this unruly wild monkey.

Fanyin seemed to be gradually weakening the fighting momentum in the white ape's body. His strength of swinging the stick became weaker and slower, and his speed became slower and slower. A sense of peace that could not be described in the white ape's heart. At this moment, the white ape felt that he was imprisoned in a cage, making the violent aura in his body unable to be exerted, which was far from his original intention of fighting Long Yuye. He gradually disappeared in the infinite vortex of chaotic vortex of dreams and awakeness.

The innate will to survive made him still maintain a rare slight awakeness at this critical moment, but this was obtained by self-harm. Just now, he had to bite his tongue and suck the blood with a fishy sweet smell. The Thousand Buddha Sticks that gradually disappeared around him appeared again. The White Ao didn't have time to think about it, and with a try, he kicked the stick in his hand with an inverted gold hook to the stick shadows around him that he couldn't figure out. Then he swelled behind the sticks that swept through the air like a star chasing the moon, and pushed it up from time to time. Until the shadow of the stick that seemed infinitely castrates and touched the real body of Lun's disorderly body, the White Ao then showed a knowing smile.
Chapter completed!