"Haha, no one can leave today! If I kill all of you, I will still be the reincarnation of the Golden Cicada! "Jianglu laughed, his voice full of evil. He raised his hand and waved.
A thick black and red light shot out of his hand and cut the road leading to the foot of the mountain in front of the temple.
With a loud rumble, the earth shook and the mountain shook. A huge black gully dozens of feet long and seven to eight feet wide was cut in the ground, blocking the road down the mountain.
Some of the believers who were about to escape down the mountain saw this scene and their faces showed despair. They knelt on the ground one after another.
"Jianglu, what are you doing!" The monks of Jinshan Temple were shocked. One after another, figures flew in front of him to block him. The ones in the lead were Chan Master Hai Shi and Elder Shi.
Elder Tang Shi, the old monk with slanted eyebrows, and the others who usually listened to Jianglu's orders also flew over. Seeing Jianglu's current appearance, their expressions changed. They could hardly believe the scene in front of them.
"You useless bald donkeys. Every day you nag and chant scriptures, but you don't have any true meaning. You're so noisy that my head hurts. I've tolerated you for a long time. Go to hell!" Jianglu's face was ferocious as he flung his monk robe.
A fist-sized purple-gold light shot out. After circling around, it revealed its true form. It was the purple-gold alms bowl.
As the purple-gold light flashed, the alms bowl expanded in the wind. In the blink of an eye, it became the size of a house. With a violent and heavy whistling sound, it smashed down on the crowd like Mount Tai.
Before the alms bowl fell, many purple-gold light spots suddenly appeared in the void around the monks. These light spots emitted a powerful confinement force, imprisoning everyone in it. It was difficult to move, let alone dodge.
"Amitabha!" Zen Master Hai Shi's face was solemn. He chanted a Buddhist name, and a layer of brilliant golden light suddenly rose from his body. His originally withered body swelled like a balloon. His flesh became plump, and his skin became crystal clear. It was like a warm and smooth jade without a trace of flaw. His whole person looked forty years younger in an instant.
His aura also soared by several times, not much weaker than the black phoenix demon. He raised his hand and waved.
A streak of golden light shot out from Monk Hai Shi's body. It was the dark golden cane, and it flew towards the purple gold alms bowl.
The dark golden cane glowed brightly with a golden light, and a Buddha's shadow could be vaguely seen in it. It instantly grew dozens of times larger, and attacked the purple gold alms bowl like a furious dragon soaring into the sky.
The two Buddhist treasures collided with a loud clang. The purple gold alms bowl was clearly superior. It immediately suppressed the golden light of the dark golden staff and continued to descend.
Zen Master Hai Shi's cheeks flushed with a layer of blood, but he did not panic. His two hands formed the seal of a treasured vase, and a solemn golden radiance blossomed from his body, forming a huge phantom of a golden lotus platform around him. The sound of Sanskrit chanting immediately resounded through the square.
A vigorous Buddhist power gushed out from the golden lotus throne, greatly offsetting the powerful confinement force around them. The other monks regained some of their mobility and immediately made their moves.
All kinds of magic tools soared into the sky, forming a thick and dazzling torrent of precious light. Then, they collided with the purple gold alms bowl.
Elder Tang Shi and the old monk with slanted eyebrows made their moves as well. They took out their green Buddhist Commandment Blade and yellow Exorcism Staff, attacking the purple gold alms bowl.
An even louder explosion rang out, and a violent airflow mixed with all kinds of lights poured out in all directions.
A layer of the square's ground was forcefully scraped off, and the white jade tiles were swept away like fallen leaves. A solemn Buddhist hall near the high platform was swept away by the violent airflow, and it collapsed like a piece of paper.
There were still quite a few believers in the square who could not escape in time. Just as they were about to be swept away by the airflow storm, streams of blue water suddenly appeared around the square, sweeping up those believers and shooting them into the distance, barely avoiding the aftershocks of the battle.
Chan 'er, who was originally standing near the high platform, was also swept away by a stream of water and sent far away.
Seeing this, Monk Hai Shi breathed a sigh of relief. He immediately turned his head to look at the purple gold alms bowl above his head, invoking a spell to activate the dark golden cane.
The torrent of precious light that gathered everyone's strength collided fiercely with the purple gold alms bowl. The two sides were locked in a stalemate in midair. All kinds of lights flashed wildly, and strange sounds rang out. It seemed like the victor could not be decided for a while.
"What a joke! A mere second or third-rate Buddhist magic tool dares to fight against my Golden Cicada magic weapon! "Jianglu sneered, and repeatedly made seals at the purple gold alms bowl.
The purple-gold alms bowl began to spin. A purple-gold light flashed from the inside of the alms bowl, and a piece of sparkling purple sand darted out like a purple sand dragon, coiling around the torrent of precious light of the monks of the Golden Mountain Temple.
"It's Sandalwood Starsand! Quickly! Quickly take back all magic tools below the best grade! "Monk Hai Shi's face changed color, and he hurriedly reminded, but it was too late.
"Explode!" Jianglu made a seal with both hands and shouted.
The purple sand lit up with a dazzling light, and then suddenly burst open, turning into small purple suns. The void trembled, and waves of scorching air were set off.
Most of the magical items in the flood of treasured light had been destroyed, swallowed and torn apart by the exploding purple light. Only Zen Master Hai Shi's dark golden walking stick, Elder Zhe Shi's golden wooden fish, Elder Tang Shi's green Buddhist Commandment Blade, and the old monk with slanted eyebrows' magic staff were still there.
Moreover, except for the dark golden cane, the spiritual light of the other three magic tools were more or less damaged.
Without the help of the other monks, the purple gold alms bowl immediately gained the upper hand, and quickly suppressed the four people's precious light.
But at this moment, a golden light flashed behind Jianglu, and a short golden awl appeared out of thin air, stabbing at his back like a poisonous snake, without making the slightest sound. Jianglu was focused on fighting Monk Hai Shi and the others, and did not notice the situation behind him. It was about to succeed.
"Clang!" A fist-sized purple Buddhist bead automatically flew out of Jianglu's body, blocking the attack of the short golden awl.
The eighteen layers of restrictions on the short golden awl had been refined, and its power had increased by several times. The awl's head flashed with golden light, shattering the purple Buddhist bead, and continued to stab at Jianglu.
But Jianglu had already reacted at this moment, and hurriedly dodged to the side, narrowly avoiding the attack of the short golden awl.
"You're courting death!" With a roar, he waved his right hand, and a streak of purple light shot out, rolling toward the short golden awl. It was a string of purple Buddhist beads, which seemed to be the one he was wearing.
The purple Buddhist beads were extremely agile, turning into a purple stripe that shot out, as fast as lightning, and rolled up the short golden awl.
At the same time, each of the purple Buddhist beads emitted a golden light, and a swastika character appeared on them, connecting with each other, forming a small golden array.
A powerful force of imprisonment emanated from the golden array, firmly imprisoning the short golden awl. No matter how it struggled, it could not break free.
A trace of pride flashed in Jianglu's eyes, and just as he was about to do something, a figure appeared on his left side out of thin air. It was Shen Luo.
At this moment, he had restored his original appearance, holding a simple feather fan in his hand, and waved it at Jianglu.
A loud and clear phoenix cry pierced straight into the sky. A several hundred feet large five-colored phoenix shot out from the Five Flames Fan and hit Jianglu, who was close at hand.
Flames burst out from the five-colored phoenix, drowning Jianglu's body in an instant, and sent him flying.
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