Chapter 43 Blood-stained Golden Triangle 3

"King Fuming!"

Ye Tianqi's eyebrows sank, remembering what he had seen in the Zhengyi Tibetan Sutra Pavilion that there were three major Buddhist Dharmas and three guardians.

The three major Buddhist Dharma are the Great Sun Buddha, the Pancheng Heart Sutra, and the Beiye True Sutra. Among them, the Great Sun Buddha is the most precious treasure of the Chinese Buddhism's suppression of Buddhism. The Pancheng Heart Sutra is said to be in the hands of the living Buddha in Lhasa, and the Beiye Zhenjing is missing.

Then followed by the three major guardian King Kong, namely, the Eight Dragons, the Shiva Reincarnation Sutra, and the Fuming King Fist. The three are the method of protecting Buddhism, and each of them is said to have earth-shaking power.

And the monk in front of him is the Buddha's Fuming King's Fist. No wonder Han Kun will take action in person. Even in China, such a master is enough to be a strong man on the Weizhen side. Unexpectedly, he would appear here.

The monk waved his hand and punched out, and the dark fire that was originally wrapped around the Buddha's light was instantly blown up. The unmovable king behind the monk opened his mouth and sucked all these flames into his mouth.

"Huh! Those who block me will die!"

What is domineering? At this moment, it is perfectly displayed on Han Kun's body. A palm fell, like a boundless sea of blood, and blood dragons roared ferociously from the sky.

Facing Han Kun's full palm, the monk's face also showed a solemn color, but his whole body flashed with a gray light. The unmoving king behind him waved his four arms and hit Han Kun.

"Touch!"

The two collided, and Han Kun's blood dragon was broken into pieces by the King of Fuming, but Han Kun smashed one of the arms of King Fuming with one palm.

Ye Tianqi saw the fight between high-level monks for the first time. He couldn't help but open his eyes and look carefully. The blood dragons around Han Kun rolled, and each move was even more domineering.

And the unmovable Ming King is even more intertwined, constantly evolving swords and halberd. No matter how many blood dragons rush down, they will be broken into pieces in an instant.

"Blood stains the world!"

Han Kun suddenly roared, and the whole sky seemed to turn red. Ye Tianqi and others felt as if they had been invaded in the bloody water at this moment. At the same time, Ye Tianqi was also keenly aware that his vitality was constantly being pulled out of the body.

Ye Tianqi's face changed, and he immediately understood where the horror of Han Kun's move was. It turned out to devour the vitality of everything around him to continue to strengthen himself.

Immediately, Ye Tianqi didn't care much. He immediately ran the wisp of weak true qi in his body to protect himself with all his strength, and at the same time, he quickly clicked down several big holes on his body.

In a short time, the life fluctuation on Ye Tianqi's body became weaker and weaker, and his breathing seemed to be like a dead person. However, it was precisely because of this that Ye Tianqi's vitality was not taken away.

And as for the others! Naturally, there is no such means as Ye Tianqi. Although Ren Tianbao and Qi Shao are in a period of nourishing qi, they are old after all. In addition, they are watching the fight between Han Kun and the monk at this moment, and naturally they can't feel the changes in their bodies.

And the rest of the Black Sect turn a blind eye to this, and it is also a great honor for them to dedicate their lives.

In the end, the unlucky was the group of Zhou Lan and Jiang brothers. Everyone immediately began to be weak and dry under the blood light. In just a few breaths, their luck had declined for at least ten years. However, when Ye Tianqi glanced at it, he found that the girl named Zhou Lan was unscathed.

Seeing this, Ye Tianqi quietly opened his dark eyes and swept towards Zhou Lan. With the help of the dark eyes, Ye Tianqi faintly saw the dragon-shaped pendant hidden on Zhou Lan's chest emitting a faint blue light to separate the surrounding scarlet blood sea.

"Dud!"

At this time, a gray light suddenly penetrated the sea of blood. I don't know when a vertical eye appeared on the forehead of the immovable king behind the monk. The gray light swept around, but the sea of blood dissipated everywhere.

Han Kun's face changed and spit out a mouthful of blood. He quickly retreated to the protection of everyone, and the sea of blood also collapsed in an instant.

Ye Tianqi and others have also changed their colors one after another. Fuming Wangquan is worthy of being the three guardians of Buddhism. Even Han Kun has suffered a big loss.

Seeing Han Kun's defeat, the monk's face couldn't help showing pride, but as soon as the smile hung on his face, the monk's body suddenly shook, and his eyes, ears, mouth and nose immediately overflowed with blood.

"Huh! What about the King of Fuming? Do you really think my blood dragon devouring magic power is so simple? Hahahaha." Han Kun laughed after saying that.

The skill he practiced is the blood dragon devouring skill personally handed down by Han Chen, the first generation of the Black Sect, which is extremely vicious. It can not only devour other people's blood to replenish their own bodies, but also produce a blood spell.

This blood spell will invade the opponent's body bit by bit with the fight. Unless the blood curse is forced out of the body immediately, it will immediately melt the internal organs of the body by being swallowed back like the current monk.

"Puff!"

The monk spit out a mouthful of blood again, stared at Han Kun, and finally fell to the ground. Seeing this, Han Kun strode forward, and the rest of the monks wanted to rush forward and fight with Han Kun.

But how can they compete with top masters like Han Kun during the gas introduction period? Han Kun patted his palm, and several blood dragons flew out of his palm, instantly devoured these masters during the gas introduction period into a pile of dead bones.

Feeling the strong essence transformed into the flesh and blood of these monks, Han Kun's spirit is also revitalized, especially the old monk who injured himself. Although the flesh and flesh are aging, the true qi in the body is stronger than that of the rest of the people.

Under the swallowing, Han Kun's injury immediately recovered as before, and his cultivation was also faintly thick again. After Zhang Ping stepped forward and looked through the bones, he took out a wooden card with the three words Tianchan Temple written in the Burmese language.

Although Zhang Ping didn't know him, there were naturally people in the team who knew these words. Zhang Ping handed it to a language expert and immediately got the information he wanted.

"General manager, these bald donkeys are all monks of Tianchan Temple about 30 miles to the east."

When Han Kun heard the words, a murderous spirit flashed in his scarlet eyes and shouted coldly, "Go, go to Tianchan Temple. I want to see why they dare to stand in my way."

After saying that, Han Kun strode into the SUV. The group immediately turned to Tianchan Temple. Seeing this, Ye Tianqi couldn't help sighing. I'm afraid that there will be no Tianchan Temple from now on.

Maybe there will be masters in Tianchan Temple, but if there will be masters like the monk just now, Ye Tianqi doesn't believe it.

In such a late Dharma era, the top masters of the Huashen period are quite rare. Even if it is the same, there are only three Huashen periods.

And in addition to Jingchen, the other two are not the peak of the divine period, and their fighting power is far less than that of Han Kun. Therefore, the end of Tianchan Temple has been doomed from the beginning.

Tianchan Temple is a large Buddhist temple with a wide range of influence in the whole Golden Triangle. Even those rich drug lords or warlords dare not come here to go wild, and even donate a lot of money every year to burn incense and pray.

It is precisely because of this that although the people around the Dachan Temple are poor, they can live and work in peace and contentment. However, this warm peace was broken by the roar of the off-road vehicle.

"Buzz~."

Hummer SUVs take a stream of dust across the street. Whether it is people or things, all those who are in the way are crushed by Hummer. Those innocent pedestrians are killed on the spot before they can dodge, and some of them are just children.

Ye Tianqi had the intention to stop it, but Ren Tianping beside him put his hand on Ye Tianqi's shoulder and didn't let Ye Tianqi get up. At the same time, he shook his head to Ye Tianqi to signal that they could not control this matter.

"Hum~~Dong!"

In the rush, Han Kun sat on the first off-road vehicle and directly let the driver drive into the gate of Tianchan Temple. Naturally, some monks wanted to stop him along the way.

But these monks don't even have a period of nourishment, and they are just better than ordinary people. Before they come forward, they are immediately beaten to pieces by all kinds of superpowers lurking in the dark.

"Kill me!"

Han Kun strode down from the car and waved his hand. The gold and silver killer groups that had been hidden on both sides of the motorcade took action one after another. At this moment, all kinds of supernatural powers turned into the sickle of death and the lives of the monks of Tianchan Temple.

"Amitabha Buddha."

At this time, a Buddhist code sounded, and several second-level powers who were about to rush into the Daxiong Treasure Hall were immediately blown out.

Han Kun looked at the Daxiong Treasure Hall in front of him, frowned, and strode into the treasure hall. Under the huge Buddha statue, an old monk sat there.

Seeing Han Kun, the old monk did not get up. Instead, he said to Han Kun in pure Chinese, "Lord, the sea of bitterness is endless."

Han Kun looked at the old monk carefully and couldn't help sneering, "You don't live long, and your blood has withered. What right do you have to persuade me to turn back, hum!"

"Amitabha, my Buddha is merciful. The skill of the donor's practice is too grudgeful. If you don't turn back, there will be a big disaster sooner or later. There was a scream outside, blood splashed, and heads were sent to Han Kun in a blink of an eye.

Because the original master of Tianchan Temple went to block Han Kun, he was devoured by Han Kun for a long time and turned his flesh and blood into dead bones. At this moment, there was not even a master in the temple, and in the face of a hungry wolf-sided slaughter of the gold and silver killer group.

Han Kun smiled coldly at the corners of his mouth and said, "It's useless to look back. Your disciples in the temple have been killed by me, and I don't see any movement of your Buddha, hahahaha."

"Although they are dead, they are calm in their hearts. Although you are alive, you are full of unwillingness. It's better for the donor to turn around as soon as possible, Amitabha."

After the old monk said, a golden flame suddenly burned on his body, and the Buddha's light flashed in the flame, and he sang with bursts of Buddhist music, illuminating the whole Daxiong Treasure Hall.

The strong Buddha's spirit made Han Kun's whole body feel extremely tingling. He hurriedly ran the real qi and gave birth to a blood dew around him to wrap himself, which made him feel much better.