Chapter 20: Twelve Holy Monks

Under the strong golden light, there seems to be a low roar, provoking the Buddha's powerful light beads on the top.

Chen Rufeng dares not act rashly.

The black gas is like a turbulence that is about to break out, surrounded by Chen Rufeng, and like a tame pet snuggled up to its owner, but others can still feel the strong murderous intention emitted by those black gas.

The golden beads slowly fell, with a large amount of light, like a golden sky coming to the earth.

Chen Rufeng closed his palms in front of his chest, his eyes were fiercely exposed, and his mouth was full of hatred. The black gas began to flow, with Chen Rufeng as the center, rolling into a black sea to compete with the holy golden sky in the sky. The angry waves on the sea erupted. I'm afraid that nothing in the world can survive under its stormy waves.

The golden beads are getting closer and closer, and the golden dust sprinkles down, like rain powder and Venus.

Chen Rufeng looked up to the sky, with no fear in his eyes, and even a trace of ridicule.

If the sky collapses and the earth collapses, he can also stop it!

Perhaps after this magic occupies the body, the will also become tough and arrogant, not afraid of everything in the world.

With the sound of Buddha's name, the golden light completely drowns the golden beads, as if all the evil things in the world can't win.

Jin Zhu is getting bigger and bigger in Chen Rufeng's pupils. Jin Guangyao stabbed with blood and red light, and no one would let anyone.

Chen Rufeng roared, his palms closed, and his body was like a ten-thousand-year-old giant tree, uprooted and turned into a sharp thorn to pierce the golden sky.

The black gas is like a huge wave, rising up and rushing to the golden sky with Chen Rufeng, like thousands of black ghosts, escaping crazily from hell. Only by breaking this golden piece can you be free.

Chen Rufeng calls for black gas and wraps himself up, as if eating into the mouth of a python. Chen Rufeng and black gas merge into one, and there is no boundary. If people are angry, they are as angry as people.

For a while, the golden curtain covered with the top fell on the wind.

The twelve holy monks sitting in the Buddha cave were not surprised, their eyes were still closed, and they could not stop chanting the Buddha's name in their mouth.

Black and gold are connected, like a huge dragon rising from the ground and crashing into the golden Hankong. The black air waves in a circle of gold continue to spread out like ripples. The heaven and earth trembled, and the shaking of the mountains shook in the Buddhist cave, but it is mysteriously limited to this Buddhist cave, and the outside world does not seem to be affected at all. .

In the dark atmosphere, Chen Rufeng's figure was vaguely recognizable. He saw his fist in his hand, his two fists stood side by side, and pulled to both sides, which was varied and strange. In the end, he suddenly pushed his hands up, like holding up the top of the mountain. The black gas and golden light that could not be stalemate. After Chen Rufeng's strength, the black gas finally went out to sea like a dragon, broke a big hole in the vast golden sky, roared, and soared high into the sky.

The golden light was washed away, and the originally magnificent golden sky has now become fragments. If the melting ice blocks, it will turn into golden water and pour down.

Black gas enveloped Chen Rufeng, spitting black fireworks, a mass of black smoke like a ferocious smile, arrogantly looking at the crisp and thin golden fragments.

Chen Rufeng had a proud and arrogant expression, overlooking everything under his feet, as if he was standing above this sentient being, and he was the king of the world.

In this way, no one can stop and limit everything in the world.

He didn't notice that the black gas wrapped around him was fading away point by point, as if there was an invisible beast hidden in the air to absorb the black gas that harmed the world.

When he found him coming, his face turned into panic.

Originally, it was just a normal panic, and it was also extremely ferocious on his face.

In the end, all the black gas that protected his body dissipated, leaving only the bloody red eyes that were so angry that they were about to destroy the world. His eyes began to search back and forth in each Buddha cave to tear the twelve bald donkeys into pieces.

I don't know where, several rope-like golden light suddenly protruded from the twelve Buddha caves. The speed was extremely rapid and could not be reached by the naked eye. With the energy of Chen Rufeng, he could not react.

Twelve golden ropes, as flexible as snakes from different angles, wrapped Chen Rufeng's hands, feet, waist and neck fiercely. For a while, Chen Rufeng could not move.

"Give me away!!" Chen Rufeng shouted and struggled desperately to get rid of these things tied to his body. A burst of tension came from all parts of his body, as if he had been bitten by thousands of spirit snakes, but he could not get rid of it. He was in great pain and taught people that he could not live or die.

"This shackle is specially designed for fierce demons like you." The old voice sounded again. At this time, the Buddha had stopped, and there was no sound except Chen Rufeng's roar.

And Chen Rufeng's roar gradually turned into a harsh cry of pain.

The twelve golden ropes are getting tighter and tighter, and there is no mercy.

The red light in Chen Rufeng's eyes gradually disappeared and returned to the original eyes.

The ferocious expression also returned to a gentle and handsome face, but now it is a little more painful.

The golden rope suddenly shrank back, and Chen Rufeng's body, which was originally hanging high in the sky, fell down.

did not have any bearing, so he fell straight to the ground and fell helplessly in mid-air.

At such a height, even if he does not die, his muscles and bones will be broken.

The twelve holy monks hid coldly in the Buddha cave and watched.

Chen Rufeng's weak body was getting closer and closer to the ground. Chen Rufeng even heard the sound of his bones breaking.

one foot, half a foot, five feet...

A white figure flashed out. Just as Chen Rufeng's body was about to touch the ground, he was able to catch him, but the man's foot bent to the ground fiercely and hummed.

Han Ling held Chen Rufeng, looked up the sky and asked coldly, "Who did it?"

Han Ling's words without a partner got an answer.

"We are the twelve holy monks of Tianzhu. This man is the embodiment of demons. It must be a disaster for him to leave him in the world, so he can only be eliminated." The old voice sounded, and it seemed that this person was the head of the twelve holy monks.

"It turned out to be the twelve holy monks... You must be a monk, right?" Han Ling's eyes were as sharp as a sword, and his ears were smooth. He suddenly caught the source of the sound. Looking at one of the Buddha caves at the top, Fa Ming was sitting in it, and he was restless. It seemed that he would not be disturbed by external things at all, which gave people a sense of extraordinary enlightenment.

"Amitabha, I don't know who this benefactor is, and wants to show up for this demon?" Fa Ming asked lightly. Han Ling looked at the Buddha cave and gently put Chen Rufeng on the ground.

"I'm afraid you masters have made a mistake. My brother must not be evil. I'm afraid this is a misunderstanding..." Han Ling politely explained. He also knew that these twelve holy monks are not easy to deal with and can avoid sharp encounters.

"He is full of evil spirits, why is he not a demon?" Fa Ming said in an unquestionable tone, "If the benefactor prevents us from getting rid of demons, don't blame us for accidentally hurting you."

"Wait..." Han Ling was about to speak, but he only heard a Buddha. A huge golden palm fell from the sky and occupied the whole sky. The Buddha's light was shining, majestic and slightly transparent. He went to Chen Rufeng and Han Ling. Before his palms arrived, Han Ling could feel the strength of its momentum, as if there were nothing. The huge waves are pressing on their hearts.

Han Ling knew that the twelve holy monks would no longer listen to his words at this moment and vowed to take Chen Rufeng's life. If you have already use force, if you don't resist, you will die without a place to die.

The white clothes moved vigorously, and Han Ling resisted the palm of his hand, which was actually opposite to the Buddha's palm, but how could the hand of flesh and blood compete with this Buddha's palm full of true strength?

Han Ling's thin palm rotated in mid-air, and the golden Buddha's palm suddenly shook and hovered in the place where it touched Han Ling's palm.

Like four or two dials of a thousand catties, Han Ling's palm suddenly pushed up, and the Buddha's palm flew upside down, with a roar, breaking into gold powder and scattered in the air.

"The donor's power is so profound!" Fa Ming's praise came out, and Han Ling withdrew his palm behind him and said, "Master, please listen to my explanation."

"As long as you let the old man remove this evil, you will definitely let the donor speak. Now please move a little!" As soon as Fa Ming's words fell, twelve figures popped up in the sky. Twelve monks wore shabby Buddha robes and stood solemnly on their faces, and quickly placed a round and square formation in midair.

"Wanfo Fumo Array..." Han Ling looked up at such a situation, and there was a chill in his heart.

The ten thousand Buddha's magic array is the supreme Buddha's work. Everyone who sets the array needs deep Buddha power to be put on. This array is incomparable, and it is still the most lethal to those who have extremely powerful magic skills, and few ordinary people can leave a living under this array. Of course, this array will not be used for those innocent people.

And the goal this time is not Chen Rufeng or anyone else.

Each of the twelve holy monks holds the magic formula in his hand, and the golden light in his hand is flourishing, as if everyone is holding a bright candle in his hand. The golden light is solemn and solemn, and the Buddha's name is continuous, as if the twelve people are protecting a supreme holy Buddha.

Han Ling's body is covered with blue light, facing the ten thousand Buddhas in the air.

For a while, in the middle of the array surrounded by the twelve holy monks, countless Buddha shadows, with different shapes and layers, dazzling and unrewholesome people are afraid that they have already been demonied by this unpredictable illusion and have gone crazy and self-damaged.

Han Ling's feet off the ground and rose from the sky.

A golden whirlpool emerged from under the Buddha's shadow, as if turning the sea upside down, and the rotating golden stream seemed to be brewing something.

"Hang!"

Like the sound of a gong, a golden pillar of light with three people holding together and thick light shot out from the golden whirlpool and rushed straight to the earth. The target was Chen Rufeng.

Han Ling's expression tightened, his hands were blue, and his hands were chopping knives, and he cut the golden beam of light.

The blue shadow was chopping wildly, like a pair of blue wings flapping. The golden beam of light was cut into a piece of golden smoke under the cutting of Hanling, and scattered wisps. In Hanling's eyes, this beam of light was just like thin paper.

Seeing this situation, his face couldn't help but change. Unexpectedly, Han Ling was so strong.

The beam of light did not hit Chen Rufeng and has turned into a piece of smoke, permeating the Buddhist cave.

Big sweat also appeared on Han Ling's forehead, but the blue light of his hands was still strong, like jumping fireworks.

Fa Ming glanced at him, snorted coldly, and closed his eyes again.

The Buddha's name rises again.

The vision in the array has changed again.