There was a faint golden light shining in that punch!

"Bang!"

A clear air wave exploded in the air, just like a shell exploded, and the demon was directly bombarded.

He landed on the ground and made another bang.

The body of the demon is much harder than steel, which is also his source of confidence. However, when faced with this punch with a faint golden light, his whole body fell down.

A ball of blood exploded in the air. The demon quickly got up again after falling to the ground, but he did not dare to face Anyang again.

Anyang glanced at the many demons on the ground. These demons often wore Taoist robes or monk robes, like practitioners who pursued the great way or monks who were compassionate. Unfortunately, only those who had been harmed by them knew how ugly and cruel they had.

Without hesitation, he turned around and rushed down.

"boom!"

He punched another punch and directly beat a demon in a monk's robe into a pile of minced meat!

This world is not full of strong men like Mo Ya and Shen Ming. There are very few people like the Eagle Demon Taoist. Most of them are the little demons below. They are either the little demons or the cultivators who have been on the slanting path for more than ten years or decades. In Anyang's eyes, they are just a group of scumbags, and a group of scumbags who do everything they do.

At this time, he rushed into the lower place, naturally like a tiger entering a flock of sheep. These demons could not escape and had to be killed one by one by one by one.

In the end, the demon became more and more scattered. He was alone and it was not easy to kill him. He waved his hand and released the sword lights all over the sky, roaring through the mountain. There were countless dense purple-red tassels swaying among the woods and rocks, piercing these demons one by one, or extinguishing them into ashes.

His massacre lasted only for a moment, and then an old monk walked out of the temple made of stones in the distance.

The old monk had a kind face, wrapped in a scarlet cassock, and dressed as a monk, but Anyang smelled a strong smell of blood on him.

His face was slightly dark: "If this old monk walked to the foot of the mountain like this, he would probably confuse many people. I guess in fact he also used this to make many people die tragically under his hands. The cassock was completely filled with fresh blood. I wonder if he was a monk who practiced some magical magic!"

Just as he was thinking, the monk walked on the ground and looked at him, then looked at the demons who died and injured around him, but seemed to be careless. Instead, he raised his head and clasped his hands together and bowed to him like a decent look, then shouted the Buddha's name, and said, "Amitabha, I don't know where I offended the donor in Banyuetang, and it made the donor so angry!"

Anyang sneered in the air: "Banyuetang did not offend me, I, the donor, are here to give you things."

"oh?"

"I will give you liberation!"

After Anyang finished speaking, he rushed towards the monk.

The old monk was not slow and lifted his robes away to facilitate his actions. Then he chanted the Buddha's name and slowly patted him.

"Amitabha!"

The fist and the palm collided quickly.

The monk's palm print was shining with the strong and majestic golden light of Buddhism, without any evil intentions, while Anyang's fist had a light golden luster, which was another style.

The two sides collided with a thud!

Anyang's body was swooping and retreating leisurely back to the sky. The old monk also retreated for a long time to stabilize his body, and his heart was shocked.

"Donor, even if you come to massacre my Banyuetang, you have to give me a reason!" The old monk knew that he could not do anything today, so he simply lifted off his robes. His slightly hunched body was straightened up, and his white clothes were supported by his muscles, and his whole body changed drastically.

Anyang sneered and said, "The Palace of Eternal Life."

At this time, he had a beard on his face, a burly and majestic figure, and his aura changed a lot, which was completely different from before. No wonder the old monk did not recognize it.

"Oh, so that's it, alas." The old monk actually sighed, "Is it because of the Demon Palace again? Can the donor know that the Demon Palace is powerful. The east is better than Shenzhou, the south city and even the northern city of Luzhou are not worth mentioning. The real power of the Demon Palace is in Xiniu Hezhou. That is the power that can suppress the gods. Why should the donor go against the Demon Palace?"

"Haha!" An Yang sneered twice. Knowing that the old monk was already a little afraid of him, he didn't want to say more to him, "Stop talking nonsense, take your life first!"

"Amitabha."

The old monk knew that he could not convince him to retreat, so he was full of momentum and rushed towards him immediately.

"The Seal of Vajra Protector of Bodhisattva!"

"boom!"

The finger seal and Anyang collided with each other and made a huge muffled sound.

This time, Anyang used all his strength, which was undoubtedly much beyond the old monk's expectations, and directly knocked him out with one punch.

Then Anyang's body did not retreat but advanced, and continued to catch up with the old monk. The golden light on his arms was dazzling, and he kept punching out one punch after another, causing waves of air.

At first, the old monk was able to resist in panic, but later his hands were interrupted and the spells he cast were constantly broken by Anyang, so he had to be passively beaten.

"Bang!Bang!Bang!Bang..."

The old monk's body was comparable to a golden body, but he was still hit by Anyang's golden fist, which made him continue to squirt blood.

Until he landed on the ground, he was seriously injured.

But the old monk's vitality is extremely tenacious. He actually climbed up after turning over and climbed up without saying much, jumped and flew into the sky.

"Want to run?" An Yang shouted, and with a wave of his hand, the sword lights flew into the sky. Only the constant whistling sounds were heard, like a bird gun filled with iron sand shooting into the sky.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the old monk shook his body and a circle of golden light spread out all over his body, surrounded by a golden dragon.

But this dragon is a Buddhist dragon, not a traditional oriental dragon in China. It is golden all over, long and feet-less, and has a cobra-like head, coiling the old monk.

"when!"

The first sword light shot up, and the sound of metal and iron clashing came out.

Then the sword light shattered and snow-white fragments flew across the sky.

But countless sword lights arrived in a blink of an eye.

This golden dragon and circles of golden light are perfect defenses. It can provide the old monk with such a long defense in such a big gap in strength, but it is not a magical weapon after all. It still breaks after blocking hundreds of sword lights!

"Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff…"

Blood mist splashed out from the air, and it fell down one after another. The old monk immediately felt the pain of thousands of arrows piercing his heart.

"receive!"

As soon as Anyang waved his hand, the sword light disappeared one after another!

With a bang, the old monk fell to the ground. His body was covered with holes and blood flowed out. But he was not dead yet and was still breathing.

Anyang flew forward and fell to him.

He looked at Anyang weakly but calmly, smiled and trembled, and put his hands together, saying, "Since the time when he embarked on this road, the old monk never thought that he would have a good end. In the "Bodhisattva's Garlands Original Karma Sutra", Mu Lian said to the Buddha: Follow the fate, good will be rewarded, and evil will be rewarded. The old monk did many evils in his life, but he never thought that he would have a good result."

"But the old monk never lies. All the power of the Eternal Demon Palace is gathered in Xiniu Hezhou. If you can suppress the Arhats and Heavenly Generals, donors should give up the idea of ​​revenge."

"Give up?" An Yang sneered, "I will definitely come to them. If it doesn't work for a thousand years, then it will last ten thousand years!"

"Amitabha."

The old monk let go of his hands and closed his eyes.

But after a while, he found that Anyang did not kill him, and he didn't know where he went. A magic circle surrounded him, shining with golden light, locking himself in place.

"Oh!" The old monk looked at the top of the mountain where Banyuetang was located, and closed his eyes again.

In the distance, massacre and shouting are orthogonal to form a wonderful music.

Anyang no longer wanted to try the power of ancient nerves and innate divine power, so he chose the most efficient way to use purple-red tassels and sword light to clean the mountain.

A demon soon fell into a pool of blood.

What they used to do to others and what they enjoyed, now that their lives are all about themselves, there is only sorrow and anger.

"That child, I have a place for me to come down!"

"You Grandpa Niu wants to swallow you in one bite!"

"ah!!"

An Yang's face was extremely cold and controlled countless sword lights in an orderly manner. The purple-red tassels automatically attacked. Whether it was strong or weak, beautiful or ugly, or even young or old, he would not let go of any of them!

Some demons even have no evil spirits on them. They must have never done bad things, so they are still merciless!

Soon, there were few demons left on the mountain.

Lone Sword Stars escaped a little, and he used the energy cannon to clean up a lot. He didn't want to care about the rest. He put away the energy cannon and the sword light, and turned around and soared into the sky.

With a bang, he landed next to the old monk again.

The old monk opened his eyes when he heard the sound, his pupils were a little cloudy. He looked Anyang up and down, pulled open the corners of his mouth and said, "The donor is so murderous!"

"I'll ask you a few questions."

"Ask." The old monk nodded directly.

Anyang was stunned.

"Um?"

He quickly realized that he said, "You Banyuetang has collected a lot of good things over the years, right? Where are you?"

"Not many, most of them handed over to the Giant God Palace, and then sent from the Giant God Palace to the Eternal Demon Palace. The remaining little bits are under the Holy Palace. You go and get them."

"Where is the classics and scriptures in Banyuetang?"

"The Book of Classics? Banyuetang is just an organization that gathers a group of sinful demons and people. It does not recruit disciples to cultivate new blood. Where can the Book of Classics come from?"

"What else do you have?"

"There is a group of children under the Luoyu Hall. They were originally used by the old monk to devour them, but now you are here and the old monk is not able to use them anymore. Please let the donor let them go." The old monk finished these extremely cruel words with an extremely compassionate expression.

"What else?" An Yang's eyes were cold.

"It's gone."

"Not?"

"It's gone."

"Where is the Eternal Demon Palace, tell me about it!"

"Donor." The old monk looked up and looked at him with a pity, "Except for the remaining power of the Heavenly Court and Lingshan, the Demon Palace is the strongest force in the world. The Demon Palace branch you see is just the outer power of the Demon Palace to guard the people and horses everywhere. Even the Arhat who fell to the earth hundreds of years ago, the heavenly soldiers and generals resurrected in Xiniu Hezhou, will not escape the fate of being killed by the Demon Palace. Is the donor sure to be an enemy of the Demon Palace?"

"Yes!" Anyang's tone was decisive!

"Hehehe." The old monk smiled, "I have never been to the Demon Palace. I only know that it is in Xiniu Hezhou, but I don't know where it is, or it is too wide..."

After a long time, the old monk swallowed.
Chapter completed!