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Chapter 137 Fire Temple Destroyed (End)
"The fire of Sen Luo. Burn it all!"

The sea of ​​fire swept across the entire Temple of Fire at this moment, and the Temple of Fire burned.

Looking at this scene, He Yuan couldn't help feeling remorse in his heart, and he couldn't help saying loudly: "Stop! Stop! I promise you!"

But he didn't get any response, the red blazing sun wiped out one monk after another.

There is no need to communicate.

It has been so far.

Watching his continuous killing, Heyuan also understood Yuzai's thoughts.

He closed his eyes, and suddenly the Thousand-Handed Avalokitesvara appeared behind him again, and then the Thousand-Handed Avalokitesvara turned into an angry-eyed Vajra.

The entire burning Temple of Fire released immeasurable light at this moment. Many Buddha statues in the temple burst into light and gathered in the sky. In his anger, the Buddha's light turned into a huge Vajra King.

"Angry King Kong. Thousand Pressing Mountain Palm!"

The huge King Kong swung his giant palm, the air buzzed and tore apart, and the hurricane that was raised was suppressed under his palm, bombarding Yuzai heavily.

Looking at this scene, the blazing sun on the ground finally stopped, and Yuzai's long knife in the flames turned upside down, holding the knife with his back hand, and holding the handle with the other hand, the flames blazed again at this moment, the red The flames turned into white, and the scorching breath licked everything. His hair began to curl slightly, and some scorched wounds gradually appeared on his body.

The airflow between his breaths almost formed three streams of white air, the flames had been swallowed by him, and then spit out again.

The eyes in his sockets were reduced to ashes at this moment, replaced by raging flames.

Yu Zai murmured in a low voice, "Baiyuan firewood, bottomless light, the curtain of the sky falls on the gap between the earth, the firewood is faint, resolutely fierce, and the blazing sun is finally built by you."

{The Ember of Sacrifice} Noble Phantasm——The Realm of Suffering!
"Nanwu Zhuhuo Formation. Punish Dizang!"

boom!
The long knife was raised, and the white flames condensed under Yuzai's feet, and then shot up into the sky, forming a white pillar of fire that soared into the sky.

The giant palm of Angry King Kong collided with the huge white pillar of fire, as if the mythical war is coming again.

The battle between Vulcan and King Ming.

There were explosions in Yuzai's body, and the boundaries of his body were opened one after another. The terrifying Chakra erupted from his body, and the accumulated monster energy was also rolled back and gathered on the long knife.

The soaring fire blade flew up again, directly smashing the huge King Kong Ming's palm, and then the flames tore apart the virtual image of King Ming.

He Yuan spat out a big mouthful of blood, watching this scene in disbelief.

Why……

Why is the belief in the Buddha accumulated by the Temple of Fire through the ages unexpectedly shattered!This is just a teenager!A young man who may only be thirteen or fourteen!Are ninjas necessarily stronger than their monk lineage!
No, he doesn't believe it!
Watching the Temple of Fire gradually decline, the ninjas are relied on by the nobles, and finally the hard-trained monks can only stay in the Temple of Fire, and He Yuan is not reconciled to the fact that there are not enough medicinal materials for cultivation.

He feels that he is not inferior to any ninja, so he has always had the idea in his heart to let the monk's inheritance be valued by the nobles again, so that the monk's inheritance is not inferior to the ninja, so he thinks that getting involved in the ninja battle will make the Temple of Fire Suffering from danger is one reason, and it is also a reason to make the monks' lineage broad again.

And the Temple of Fire has always concealed itself, it has always been like this...

As a powerful force and does not participate in ninja missions, the Temple of Fire has always existed safely, and Kazumoto himself naturally has no worries about his decision.

But he didn't expect that just because of his non-participation, the entire Temple of Fire would be killed.

"The forest is full of fire. All burnt!"

There were traces of flames burning behind Yuzai, he almost turned into a white shadow, and appeared in front of Heyuan in an instant, his eye sockets without eyeballs, burning with raging flames, seemed to be staring at and Yuan.

He Yuan's monk robe began to burn, and the stick-like long knife seemed to be hitting his face, the scorching breath made it difficult for him to breathe.

But the phantom of King Kong Ming King behind He Yuan turned into a peaceful Thousand-Handed Avalokitesvara again at this moment, and submerged into He Yuan's body.

A layer of faint white light appeared on He Yuan's body. He stretched out his hand to meet the long knife, and directly held the stick-like long knife in his hand. The flames on the knife spread down, but were covered by the layer on his body. The light is dispelled.

"Talk about the absence of flowers, but the Buddha said a wonderful thing, the scene of touching flowers, I still don't realize it."

He Yuan put his other hand on his chest, muttering Buddhist words.

His left hand holding the knife slowly descended, and an unimaginably heavy force came from his hand, and his bones exploded, as if his whole body was about to be crushed.

"Monk, you are crazy."

Yuzai's sword was slowly pressed down, and all the strength of his body was gathered on the sword. He could feel that his own power was being continuously dispelled by the sword, but he didn't care, he just sent more power into the sword. In the knife, you can disperse as much as you can, and I will double as much as you disperse.

His face became a bit ferocious, the flames in his eye sockets became more vigorous, and his breath was full of scorching flames, and the chakra on his body was getting stronger all the time.

He sneered and said, "Monk, why don't you die now?"

"Benefactor Yuzai, you are right, the old monk is indeed crazy, and he should die."

The light on He Yuan's body gradually turned red, his eyes became majestic, as if burning with endless anger, the power of Thousand-Handed Avalokitesvara transformed into King Kong Ming King again in his body, but his voice was still calm: "But Who in this world is not crazy? You, who did this kind of Shura thing, are also crazy."

"The Buddha smiled with a smile on his face, greatly enlightened, greatly relieved. This is understanding and enlightenment, but he has nothing. The old monk has never had this kind of state of mind all his life. He only knows peace and purity, and his heart hides ignorance and anger."

"But little benefactor, the old monk is a human being, not a Buddha."

"If you don't take revenge, how can you die?"

He Yuan suddenly laughed ferociously, and the red light of the palm standing on his chest was shining brightly, turning the palm into a knife, and slashing towards Yuzai's chest.

Yuzai exerted force with both hands, and his body leaped high, and He Yuan's other hand suddenly burst into a blood mist, which added a bit of pain to He Yuan's hideous face, but He Yuan also stood up, all the way. The fist hit Yuzai's hand holding the knife heavily, the chain was broken at this moment, and the bones of the wrist also made a cracking sound.

The long knife was released.

Both fell to the ground and rushed towards each other.

The two turned into a hand-to-hand fight, Yuzai's hand quickly recovered, and punched He Yuan's body.

And Kazumoto's radiant fist also hit Yuzai.

Flames blazed wildly all around.

After a long time, Yuzai retreated, and Heyuan fell to the ground.

(End of this chapter)