Chapter 589： (1/2)

ps: The twenty-fourth league is born.

Even if Fa Yuan was carrying six people, the speed was still windy, and Fa Xiang could barely keep up.

Behind the two men in black could not catch up, farther and farther.

The middle-aged monks in the six magic halls gradually faced the downfall as they faced ten men in black.

These ten men in black have good martial arts skills and are not afraid of death. All of them are desperate to attack, and all the tricks are burned with jade, suppressing six gray-clad monks.

The six monks did not panic and calmly dealt with it. When they saw that Fa Yuan and Fa Xiang fled with people, they were unconcerned.

The task this time is to bring the cultivators of Asura to the temple to suppress them. These people are more important than the traitors in the temple. At all costs, even if they give up, they must let Fayuan take them back to the temple.

These ten Ashura martial arts are overbearing. They reluctantly maintain them with six pairs of ten, and they can't perform mystery. The mystery of Asura's magic is equally powerful, so they may not be able to win.

They must be dragged to death and not allowed to chase Fayuan Master.

After a while, the two men in black turned back, no longer chasing Fa Yuan, and turned back to deal with the six monks at the Demon Academy.

After they joined, the situation of the six monks turned sharply and fell to the downwind. Even if the twelve men in black still prevailed, they were still desperately trying to fall into the downwind.

Fa Yuan and Fa Xiang galloped like a gust of wind. Seeing those who were not chasing behind him, they stopped slowly.

Fa Yuan put down the six people and turned his head to look back at the direction when he came: ”Go back and help the Brothers of the Demon Academy ... Brother Brother Faxiang, take them first.”

Fa Xiang nodded: ”You can't beat and run.”

”Yes.” Fa Yuan promised, fluttering away.

Fa Xiang glanced at the six people on the ground, rushing up like a gust of wind.

When Fa Yuan came to the place where the eighteen people were fighting, two of the six monks were wounded, and the remaining four were more strenuous, and the situation was at stake.

”Amitabha ...” Fa Yuan announced a Buddhist horn, with golden light flashing on his body, solemn treasures, compassionate eyes, and fluttering with a flutter of palms, and the Sanskrit sounds dangled, seeming to float from the far side of the sky, casting a million Buddhas Palm.

”Bang!” Fa Yuan hit a person's shoulder, his movement was slow, but he could not avoid it.

”Bang! Bang!” His palms intersect with their right palms again.

The movement of these three people was delayed for a while, and the internal force was not so smooth. Although the hot breath from the palm print was not strong, it kept interrupting the internal force flow.

”Bang! Bang!” Fa Yuan intersected the two right palms again.

The internal forces of those two people were also a little delayed.

”Be careful of this little monk!” Someone cried.

The two men in black inhaled suddenly, flesh flew into the bones, and immediately turned into a skeleton, running towards Fa Yuan. Their eyes glowed red, the speed was extremely fast, as if two blasts of wind were blowing.

France Yuan slowly looms again.

”Bang!” The two greeted the palms of the ten thousand Buddhas without hesitation, followed by the second round of Fang Yuan to cast their second palm, and they were close to him.

They seem to know the weakness of Wanfo Palm, and know that it takes a while to get out of the palm.

If the distance is too long, this can be compensated for a moment, from the palm out to the palm out, it will be completed, the brewing process can not be seen by others, the distance is very close, but it is fully revealed.

Fa Yuan simply gave up the palms of the ten thousand Buddhas and asked to press out, and all the fingers were dangled around him, comparable to the two men in black.

The two men in black are six-layer Ashura, the sixth-layer is consummated, and the martial arts is tyrannical. For a moment, Fayuan is deadlocked with them. The remaining ten people are easier to deal with the six monks in the magic hall. Associated with companions.

”Amitabha ...” Suddenly, the six monks announced a Buddhist horn, and the whole body began to emit golden light. As soon as the golden light converged, they became six Zijin people, with solemn and sacred faces and pitying eyes.