Fantasy: I become stronger when I meet a strong opponent. My cultivation has no upper limit.

"What should I do? He doesn't seem to be afraid of us?"

"Damn it, the aura of the Tribulation Realm, this is a virtual immortal!"

"Why are you panicking? I heard that Ye Junlin once killed a virtual immortal from the Yuhua Sect. He has a bad reputation. As long as I stabilize my aura, I can scare this old bald donkey!"

Several people were communicating secretly.

As the core figure of this group, the white-haired old man suppressed the panic in his heart, sneered a few times, and said proudly: "Disciple, you have nothing to do here, stand down!"

"Yes, Master!"

The man in the bamboo hat felt like he was being pardoned, and hid behind him in fear.

"Fellow Taoist, do you know who I am? There are really not many people in the entire Eastern Region who can stop me from what I want to do!"

The white-haired old man's eyes were as cold as cold, and his tone was full of warning.

Master Ran Deng raised his eyebrows.

In his eyes, the other person's realm was low, but only this white-haired old man's cultivation was invisible, as if it was covered with a layer of mystery, and looking at this posture, could it be that he really had a great background?

"Master, he is the God of Killing Ye Junlin! He destroyed the Yuhua Sect's million-strong army in front of him. In that battle, our Xuankong Temple also lost many elders and disciples!" A fellow disciple said nervously.

"Um?"

There was a bright light in Master Ran Deng's eyes. He had heard about this when he came out of seclusion in the previous battle.

I didn't expect to meet this person at this time!

It is said that even the newly promoted Juyang Xuxian of the Yuhua Sect was killed by his opponent with his bare hands at the Xue family banquet!

His cultivation is unfathomable and his strength is extremely powerful!

The white-haired old man's heart skipped a beat.

This old bald donkey is actually an eminent monk of Xuankong Temple. You must know that Xuankong Temple also suffered losses at the hands of Ye Junlin in the original Battle of Huangzhou!

Shouldn't these enemies start a fight when they meet?

What a sin, this is really going to hit the wall!

It’s still a barbed iron plate!

Unexpectedly, Master Ran Deng actually showed a smile, and the terrifying aura released from his body gradually subsided, and his attitude became much kinder, "Amitabha, it turns out to be the donor, I have heard about you for a long time."

The white-haired old man was stunned, and his heart suddenly became ecstatic.

It seems that Ye Junlin's reputation is so good that even the eminent monk of Xuankong Temple has to face him!

The monks present looked at each other, and one could see deep shock in each other's eyes.

Is this Ye Junlin already so powerful?

Even Master Ran Deng must treat him with courtesy, showing signs of trying to please him!

This is obviously an enemy!

"Master, is this old bald donkey really trying to sell you face?" Li Wujie said secretly. He was also surprised by the change in Master Ran Deng's attitude.

Ye Junlin narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he was thinking of some possibility, and sneered: "Don't be fooled, this old bald donkey is holding back a lot of bad water, take a good look."

If the guess is correct, this person wants to use these fakes to achieve his own shady purpose.

"Ahem, this fellow Taoist, are you also from the Medicine King Valley?" When the white-haired old man saw Master Ran Deng lowering his body, the fear in his heart was much reduced, and he looked even more calm and relaxed.

"Exactly, there is really a wonderful place full of truth, goodness and beauty in the world." Master Ran Deng sighed with a smile.

When he said this, the anger in his chest was boiling!

Hearing this, the white-haired old man secretly rejoiced. Being able to receive such a lofty evaluation from this eminent monk meant that the Medicine King Valley was indeed a priceless place.

Then this group of people who came out must have a lot of precious medicines in their hands, probably even the King of Medicines!

Thoughts are turning.

The white-haired old man made up his mind, and his tone showed a strong tone, "In this case, we are destined to meet each other. I would like to ask fellow Taoists not to interfere in the next thing, otherwise... hum!"

As he said that, he suddenly shook off his sleeves and robe, his posture was very domineering.

The other companions remained silent, secretly thinking that this guy was really a very talented person and very brave, and he would even dare to touch the face of a powerful person in the Tribulation Realm.

See it.

Instead of being angry, Master Ran Deng smiled and said, "I completely understand what Almsgiver Ye means, but this is not comprehensive, so let me help you."

Uh-huh!

He made a seal with one hand, and a large copper-colored bowl instantly formed in the sky above his head, and then expanded rapidly at an incredible speed, as if it wanted to cover the whole place.

Soon, the big bowl was completely completed without any flaws. It seemed to be a cage that covered all the monks, and not even a fly could fly out!

The surface of the big bowl is also densely covered with pale golden Sanskrit characters, and the sound of chanting from the temple can be faintly heard, which is full of peaceful and sacred atmosphere.

Everyone was in it, with expressions of surprise and uncertainty.

There was a vague foreboding in their hearts!

"Fellow Taoist, what are you..." The white-haired old man's expression froze, and he couldn't help but beat a drum in his heart. His sudden move was completely beyond his expectation.

What is this for? !

At this time, in the face of countless shocked eyes, Master Ran Deng showed compassion and sighed: "It's so good, so good. We are destined to meet each other. I have decided to save all the donors and let you go to the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss as soon as possible."

"Amitabha~"

The white-browed monk clasped his hands together and recited the Buddha's name calmly.

These words made everyone present shudder.

Among them, one monk realized something and raised his finger tremblingly, "I understand, you bald donkey clearly wants to take revenge on us!"

The other people who came out of Yaowang Valley were angry and anxious. Knowing that Master Ran Deng wanted to settle accounts after the fall, they immediately shouted emotionally:

"We are also forced to have no choice! Why should we be blamed?"

"Isn't it just that you were thrown a dung ball? You, an eminent monk, are so narrow-minded!"

"Master! Let me go, I promise I won't tell anyone!"

"Don't monks be compassionate? You are discrediting the Xuankong Temple!"

Sounds of scolding, begging for mercy, and angry shouts instantly filled the air from all directions.

Master Ran Deng broke through his defense, and the veins on his forehead protruded, and he roared angrily: "Stop! You bunch of villains! I am a great master of the Tribulation Realm, but you guys joined forces to throw dung balls?"

"How can I swallow this anger? I just want to save you all! Make up for the crimes you committed before!!"

The roar was filled with infinite mana and immediately drowned out the noisy noise, causing many monks' ears to ring and their minds to tremble.

Everyone was stunned, looking at this terrifying old monk with a ferocious face, as if he wanted to choose others to devour, and for a moment they felt extremely strange.

Throwing poop balls?

What's going on?

The onlookers who were originally kept in the dark, no matter how stupid they were, knew that things were far from that simple!

But the problem is, they are just melon-eating masses, and now they are also enveloped by this big bowl, and they are going to be wiped out all together!

Many strong men had ugly expressions on their faces, and they tentatively attacked the big bowl, beating it loudly, but nothing happened.

Master Ran Deng realized his gaffe, and quickly regained his composure as if he had changed his face. He said without sadness or joy, "Don't waste your efforts. No one can leave without my permission."

"Senior, I am the emperor of the Great Yan Dynasty, have you ever thought about the consequences of doing this!" A young man in brocade clothes took out a unique royal jade pendant and shouted angrily.

"Old 꽬 is the core elder of the Qiankun Sect. If something happens here, the sect will definitely investigate to the end!" Another old man with an immortal spirit said with a majestic expression on his face, holding a fly whisk.

"Hmph, even if we are not as advanced as you, but if you insist on giving up the evil of killing, the forces behind us will never give up, and the Xuankong Temple will definitely pay a heavy price!" A strong man in the Mahayana realm stood up. Come out and glare.

"That's right!"

Everyone was filled with indignation and tried to force Master Ran Deng to give up his idea.

The elders of the Xuankong Temple were also frightened. They felt that the white-browed old monk's idea was too crazy and would bring trouble to the Xuankong Temple.

"Master Ran Deng, how about..." A fellow disciple gritted his teeth and tried to dissuade him.

As a result, Master Ran Deng raised his hand, and a golden hand quickly appeared from the void,

The man was firmly grasped, and the bones all over his body crackled, and a terrifying squeezing sensation came, causing his face to turn the color of pig liver, and he shouted in horror: "Randeng, are you crazy?!

"I remember that you were also involved at that time." Master Ran Deng said expressionlessly.

The man secretly felt bitter and begged for mercy: "Randeng, you and I are from the same school, why should we kill each other? What's more, I was forced to do it!"

Bang!

The next second, this Buddhist Zen cultivator in the Fusion Realm was instantly caught and exploded into blood mist, and his soul was destroyed.

"Hiss!!!" Everyone gasped fiercely, and their hearts were frozen. This old bald ass was so ruthless that he killed even the whole family, so would they still have a way to survive?

"Amitabha~"

Master Ran Deng showed compassion and regret, but a bloodthirsty light flashed in his eyes.

The white-haired old man's scalp was numb. He originally planned to make the last move, wash his hands in the golden basin, take the resources he had recently snatched, and concentrate on practicing in seclusion. He would never come out for activities without a few hundred 뎃.

Who knew things would evolve to this point? !

He turned to look at the other people, only to see that these people were already frightened and were looking at him for help.

The white-haired old man sighed secretly, after all, he still has to rely on me.

Then, he quickly adjusted his condition, his face was as gloomy as rain, and he said in a bad tone: "Fellow Taoist, do you want to get rid of me too?"

Suddenly.

Everyone's minds became active.

This white-haired old devil is known as the God of Killing. He is backed by the Xuan꽭 Sect, which is suspected of being a 껗녢xian sect. He doesn't even pay attention to the Yuhua Sect. If Master Ran Deng insists on having his own way, these two people will definitely fight. They have a chance of survival.

While their thoughts were ups and downs, many monks changed their original positions and placed their hopes on this white-haired old man.

Even the victims who have been robbed have to regard him as their savior!

Master Ran Deng smiled and said, "Donor Ye, how could this happen? I respect you very much as a person, but I also have something to ask for. I hope Donor Ye can think about it carefully."

The white-haired old man grasped the key point and asked tentatively: "What's the matter?"

"Almsgiver Ye is looking for wealth, and I am looking for life. I hope you can take care of this matter afterwards. I am very grateful!" Master Ran Deng said in a meaningful tone.

The white-haired old man was stunned.

What an old bald ass, with his abacus banging, he wants me, oh no, he wants Ye Junlin to take the blame!

Everyone looked ugly, secretly thinking it was a good plan!

If this matter spreads, Xuankong Temple will be able to get involved, and according to the character of the white-haired old demon, he may not really care about this reputation. After all, his hands have been covered in blood before, and killing them is just a drop of the cake.

Master Ran Deng said nothing, quietly waiting for the white-haired old man's reply.

From what I just learned, this person is extremely greedy for money. At worst, he will be given more benefits afterwards. As long as he is willing to bear the crime, he and the Xuankong Temple will not be affected.

At this moment, the white-haired old man stood with his hands behind his hands, raised his head and laughed loudly.

Master Ran Deng's heart sank slightly, thinking that the negotiation had failed. Just as he was about to start adding bargaining chips, he said something that was beyond his expectations.

"Fellow Daoist, just go ahead and do it. I, Ye Junlin, am willing to take full responsibility for it afterwards!!"