Ninth Netherworld Celestial Emperor

Chapter 3262: Hidden Spirit Temple!

Originally standing proudly in the air, it became the shame of this deadly world, and the body shook fiercely at this moment.

Immediately afterwards, the living beings heard a loud, powerful voice echoing immediately: "Yuer Yinsha, see the master!"

"Yuer Yinsha, meet the master!"

"Yuer Yinsha, meet the master ..."

...

After hearing the voice, the faces of the corpses changed, "That one ... unexpectedly ..."

Eyes gathered, all of a sudden gathered, followed closely, the shameless white face changed again, this time, it changed greatly.

They saw the one who bowed on his knees in the void, his body was already deeply lowered, and the object of his kneeling was a lone soul floating below.

"Master ... the master ..."

"Master? The one below is the master of the master?"

...

Shi Feng looked at the evil spirit above, and nodded gently, saying:

"I didn't expect that you, my teacher and apprentice met here, all right, stand up, it is important that you do your business first."

"Yes, Master!" Hearing Shi Feng's words, he groaned with a deep voice, and immediately rose to his knees to worship.

Subsequently, the bone spurs in his hands were held high again, piercing the sky, a stronger force of death, instantly covering the world.

The densely packed bone spurs constantly appeared in the higher sky, exuding a horrible killing intention.

"Dead!" A cold voice sounded as if from the abyss of hell, as if the final judgement of the dark death murderers.

Immediately afterwards, the bone spurs shot down, as if thousands of white meteors burst.

"Roar!"

"Alas!"

"Hmm! Hmm!"

...

The painful roar was loud again, and the dense dark corpses began to fall wildly.

With the ultimate move of Yinsha, all the remaining dark fiends were destroyed.

Yin Sha, once again started his Jiu Youming Gong.

...

Wanzhou, West India, west of the desert.

"Xiao Fengzi, here, there is my Hidden Ling Temple!"

Shi Feng's quilt was released from the magic lamp of Solo, and Zi Yi pointed to the front and said to him.

"Oh!" Suddenly, a sound of Zhongming was struck from a very distant place, and the sound wave shook the whole world.

Make the whole world become majestic and solemn!

At this moment, Shi Feng is looking ahead, and the place where he enters is an ancient temple of unknown age in this world!

There are endless ancient magnificent buildings that stretch to endless distance.

Hidden Ling Temple!

God battle one of the ancient peaks of the mainland!

"Hidden Ling Temple!" Shi Feng murmured secretly.

This time, Shi Feng was seriously injured. Although it is impossible to recover in such a short period of time, the surface flesh has recovered and the crack on his body has healed.

At this time, Ziyi said to Shi Feng, pointing to the old man next to Buddhism:

"Xiao Fengzi, let me introduce you. This old bald donkey is my master and ancestor's arrogance. You can just call him arrogant old bald donkey in the future."

Originally, he heard Zi Yi talk about himself and introduced himself. On the old face, there was a peaceful smile on his face, and he nodded slightly at Shi Feng.

But when Dang Ziyi said later, his face froze suddenly. "This guy ..."

However, Shi Feng nodded with a smirk, slightly folded his fist, and shouted politely:

"Master of delusion, you are polite."

"The donor is polite."

He still thought arrogantly that this one, but he could not see through it at all.

"Well, these two are ..." Zi Yi then introduced Shimen's other two disciples to Shi Feng.

Hearing this stranger wanted to introduce himself, the fat disciple and calm disciple immediately smiled at Shi Feng.

However, Ziyi quickly replied:

"In terms of seniority, these two should be regarded as my uncles, but they are just two little people in Yinling Temple. You don't need to know them."

"..."

"……This guy……"

The two Buddhist disciples were speechless and looked a little uncomfortable.

Shi Feng grinned softly, and said secretly in his heart, "This guy ..."

"Wu Tong has seen the donor!" The fat disciple gave Shi Feng the ritual of Buddhahood.

Then, the Buddhist disciple with a calm face also saluted, "Wu Yun has seen the donor!"

"The two masters are polite." Shi Feng nodded again and said to them.

"Ghost Donor, let's go into the temple," said arrogantly.

"Well, thank you for your invitation." Shi Feng nodded.

At this moment, he wanted to enter this hidden temple and see the old guys that Ziyi said.

Ask if the three seals in Solo's magic lamp can be cracked.

Later, they and their group flew away to Yinling Temple.

"Your hidden temple has always been so hospitable?"

In the previous life, when he was the Great Emperor Jiuyou, he wanted to meet the mysterious Buddha.

As a result, he ate a closed door, saying that he had no chance with the Buddha and did not need to meet.

Today, the monk of this Yinling Temple treats him like a friend.

"You think too much." However, Ziyi answered him that way.

He later said:

"The movement you made before is too big, too fierce!

And this old bald donkey is a martial artist. For many years, he has always wanted to step into a stronger realm, but he has been hopeless! "

"So it is." Shi Feng answered.

When Ziyi said this, he almost understood.

Because of this extremely horrifying thunderstorm, this old man of Buddhism believes that his martial arts is beyond the peak and wants to find his breakthrough from himself.

"If he knows my martial arts practice, but what will happen to the King of God?" Shi Feng asked another child with a different voice.

"Oh!" Ziyi first smiled and then said, "Don't look at this old bald donkey who is kind to you now, with a kind face, like a monk who is a master!

If you let him know that you are nothing but the King of God, there is no use value to him, I am afraid that turning your face is faster than turning your books.

You don't even want to step into this gate of Yinling Temple! "

"So realistic?" Shi Feng was startled.

"It's so realistic, you can try it if you don't believe it." Ziyi said.

"Okay." Shi Feng said, followed him to turn his head, and glanced at him next to him, looking at the peaceful old Buddhist monk.

At this time, the words seemed to feel Shi Feng beside him looking at him, and slowly turned his head, smiling at him kindly, "Ghost Donor."

This peaceful and friendly appearance, as if Shi Feng was willing, he could donate his chrysanthemums directly.

She even made Shi Feng somewhat skeptical.

At this time, Shi Feng opened his mouth and asked arrogantly:

"Since the master of arrogance is a literate generation, then you should know the Second Guardian of the Heavenly Sacred Land, right?"

(End of this chapter)