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"Old bald donkey, don't try to take this man away! He belongs to my Demon Sect!"
The leader of the Mozong stood up, holding a big black knife in his hand, with blood still flowing from it.
He is the leader of this mission. He is called Mo Yang, and he is the law enforcement elder of Mozong. His strength is in the late stage of Jindan.
As for the people from Jiulong Temple, one hundred and eight monks, three old monks and two law enforcement monks were dispatched.
Both of them are fighting for the boy in the middle.
The reason for the competition is very simple. The Demon Sect wants to take the boy back and make him a devil, and the Nine Dragons Temple wants to take that boy back and turn him into a Buddha.
The Buddha's mind is filled with demons, one thought becomes a demon, and one thought becomes a Buddha.
For this reason, the two sects are competing, and even the boy's hometown was slaughtered.
Jiang Beichen watched the battle from a distance, not daring to go over.
At this time, you have to sit on the mountain and watch the tiger fight, and sit firmly on the Diaoyutai.
Wouldn't it be wonderful to wait until they were almost done fighting, and when the time came to suppress them with a strong coercion, then pretended to say something, and finally took Lin Xuan and ran away?
Jiang Beichen had already made up his mind, so he waited for both of them to lose, and went to pick up the bargain himself.
"It's not uncommon for a Demon Sect and a Nine Dragon Temple to fight, but it's really rare for so many people to fight each other." Xu Changsheng joked.
"Wait a while again!" Jiang Beichen said lightly.
In the world of cultivating immortals, everyone knows that Buddha and devil are incompatible. Under the banner of being the world, the Buddhist sect deals with the Mozong, and the Mozong naturally does not like the Buddhist sect because it does whatever it wants.
When they meet, they will fight, but they will not fight to death unless interests are involved.
"Here for a moment, wait for them to end the battle." Jiang Beichen said casually, and found a better position to wait and see.
When I looked back, why was there someone missing.
?Wang Luoli, Zhao Hong, Xu Changsheng, Chen
Fuck it, where is Chen Heitan?
Only then did Jiang Beichen realize that Chen Heitan seemed to have lost his way.
"Master, where is Brother Heitan!" Wang Luoli pointed to the front.
Jiang Beichen watched Chen Heitan walking past, and instantly petrified in place.
"Hey, you are blocking my master's way!" Chen Heitan yelled, pointing at the monks of Mozong and Jiulong Temple.
The people from Mozong and Jiulong Temple were fighting on the main road in the dense forest, while Jiang Beichen and the others were fighting on the small road. Chen Heitan didn't know why, so he went out and shouted.
The two sides who were fighting suddenly stopped, and turned to look at this brat who didn't know what to do.
"Where is the brat, get out if you don't want to die!" A Mozong disciple said coldly.
If this was normal, the Mozong disciples would have already made a move.
The monks of Jiulong Temple were taken aback for a moment, and then continued to form a formation and chant scriptures to deal with the disciples of the Demon Sect.
Jiang Beichen wanted to rush out and slap Chen Heitan away with a slap. At this time, it is enough to just sit on the mountain and watch the tiger fight, what kind of trouble is he going to make!
To pull hatred, you also have to look at the occasion!
Jiang Beichen felt a little tired, whether it was Jiulong Temple or Mozong, it was hard to deal with.
And all of them have strong cultivation bases, and they can be smashed into scum with a single slap.
Chen Heitan is almost done, come back quickly and let them fight!
Jiang Beichen shouted in his heart, not daring to speak.
Now they are standing in the alley, which can just block the line of sight. As long as people outside don't release their consciousness, they won't be able to find them.
I saw Chen Heitan pointing at the people on both sides, and shouted: "Bold, before my master loses his temper, give way quickly, otherwise, if my master comes, you all have to kneel!"
"You guys are all ignorant, go back early!"
Chen Heitan stepped on the stone and spoke forcefully.
The fighting between the two sides stopped again, they fought to the death, and a person who practiced Qi at the seventh level was chirping in his ears, feeling very disturbed.
Zhao Hong took a step forward and stood at a relatively high position, with his back facing the monks of Jiulong Temple and the people of Mozong below.
"My teacher passed by here, you guys leave!" Zhao Hong said indifferently, with his back to them.
"Why did you run out too?"
Jiang Beichen said in his heart, and after a glance behind him, only Wang Luoli and Xu Changsheng were left.
It's fine for Chen Heitan to be unreliable, so why is Zhao Hong blindly following along to make trouble?
theAt this time, the best way is to wait for work with ease. The two of them passed by to attract the attention of both parties. Why bother?
Attracting artillery fire, the one who hurts is always yourself!
Jiang Beichen held his forehead with one hand, and really didn't know what to do.
He only has one 'One Hit Kill' experience card, and it will be gone when it is used up.
There are hundreds of people over there, and he can only solve one!
Forget it, let's fight!
If they don't go out at this time, the two apprentices will be finished, and the two of them have no self-destruct ability.
Jiang Beichen stepped out, secretly mobilizing the coercion of Huashen.
Huang Huang's coercion spread away, instantly covering everything around him.
Several monks who were chanting suddenly opened their eyes.
"A strong man is coming!"
The members of the Mozong also put down their weapons one after another. They felt a strong sense of oppression approaching.
"Master!" Chen Heitan and Zhao Hong shouted at the same time.
When Chen Ming walked over, the powerful pressure made many people kneel down, even Mo Yang half-kneeled on the ground.
However, the disciples of Jiulong Temple, united as one, barely withstood the coercion of the strong.
"He, I want it!" Jiang Beichen stretched out his hand and pointed at the boy lying on the ground covered in blood.
Chen Heitan understood Jiang Beichen's meaning and went over to carry him back.
"Senior, it's not good to bully the small with the big!" Mo Yang said coldly. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com