Chapter 3241 Hey, Old Bald Donkey

"Ziyi? Why is Ziyi there?" At this time, even another Buddhist disciple with a calm expression spoke up.

And the Buddhist old man spoke nonsense, his eyes narrowed.

As soon as Ziyi appeared, all eyes were instantly attracted.

"That man's clothes are indeed disciples of the Yinling Temple!"

"Hmm! Could it be that murderous thing that captured the disciple of the Yinling Temple, who was too seriously injured after the tribulation, released him, and wanted to devour his essence and blood for nourishment?"

"Disciple of the Yinling Temple!"

"Speaking nonsense, old bald donkey, what's going on?"

The snow-white long-haired man next to Yan Wang asked Yan Wang again.

This time, he directly ignored this person's nonsense, and all his attention was still focused on that side.

He said secretly in his heart: "This kid, nothing can happen."

When he said these words secretly, a mysterious power of Buddhism quietly rose from him.

The man with snow-white long hair suddenly sensed the change in Yan Wang's body, his brows gradually frowned, followed, and then looked in that direction, that bloody body.

"Little lunatic, where is it?"

"Are we already out of the most dangerous place?"

After coming out of Mount Sumeru, Ziyi scanned all directions with his eyes and spoke.

The extremely fierce place suddenly felt an uncomfortable feeling all over his body, and then fell into a coma.

When he woke up, he saw the purification Buddha and the magic lamp of Solo lying down with him.

He wanted to know what happened, and wanted to see what was going on in the outside world through Mount Sumeru, but he saw Shi Feng in the berserk thunder.

Ziyi knew that this perverted guy had started to cross the catastrophe again.

Now that he saw Shi Feng crossing the catastrophe, he started to practice, and a few days passed in a flash...

"Well, it's already out." Shi Feng nodded to him.

Then he said: "I saw a few people from your Yinling Temple, so I let you out."

"I saw it too,

It's the old guy who is talking nonsense. "Zi Yi also said.

Then he said, "There's another one, the guy we all hate in the Hidden Spirit Temple."

...

"Have you noticed that the disciple of the Yinling Temple seems to be talking to him about something? Judging by their appearance, they seem to be acquaintances?"

"Well... indeed... that existence has never done anything to this disciple of the Yinling Temple.

That is to say, even though that ominous creature is very fierce, this disciple of Yinling Temple has already won the favor of this ominous creature? "

"Look! The disciple of the Yinling Temple seemed to be laughing when he was talking to that person, really!"

...

Seeing the strange appearance on Ziyi's body, the people looking at that side all spoke again.

But at this time, the calm-faced disciple of Yinling Temple frowned and asked nonsense:

"Uncle, you said that Ziyi was bewitched by that monster? Has he lost his true nature?"

"This kid... doesn't look like it." Yan Zhuang said.

This time, he didn't say "nonsense".

Immediately afterwards, he said: "And the person in front of him really looks like a human being!

Perhaps, Ziyi had met a reclusive extraordinary powerhouse.

Let's go and have a look together. "

"In the past?" Upon hearing the past, the disciple's face suddenly changed.

"Okay, what are you afraid of, uncle let us go, let's go." The fat Buddhist disciple said so.

Then, they saw Yan Wang's figure and moved first, flying in that direction.

"Uncle Master, wait for me, we have agreed together." The fat disciple said immediately when he saw the words.

Seeing that these two people had passed by, the calm-faced Buddhist disciple followed suit and drifted towards that direction.

"Little lunatic, what happened at that time? I remember that you entered the cemetery with the Lord Tianhuang and the others. As a result... as a result... I can't remember it at all."

Ziyi seemed to be trying to remember, but no matter how he thought about it, that period of memory was blank, and he couldn't think of it.

"Don't think about it, that memory of yours has been erased by the ghost. With your cultivation level, I'm afraid you won't remember it again." Shi Feng said to him.

"Heavenly ghost!" Upon hearing the word "heavenly ghost", Ziyi's face changed suddenly, and he exclaimed:

"You saw the ghost! No, it should be, we all saw the ghost?

And after that? In the end what happened? How did we survive?

And how did I get back my purification Buddha and Solomon's lamp?

Is it the Holy Lord of Heaven and Desolation showing his power? "

"You don't need to ask any more, there are some things you already know, and it's not good for you." Shi Feng said.

Following him, he said, "Your people from Yinling Temple are here."

"I sensed it." Ziyi said.

Then turned around slightly, looked at Piaofei Yan Wang and the two Buddhist disciples who came over, and only heard him shout:

"You old bald donkey, long time no see!"

...

Ziyi's shout echoed, and everyone in this world heard it immediately, and their faces changed immediately.

"Speaking nonsense, old bald donkey?"

"Did you hear that, this young monk from the Buddhist sect actually called the senior Buddhist master Yan Wang an old bald donkey!"

"Hmm! This person... I thought he was abnormal before. It seems that he was really bewitched by that monster and lost his true nature!"

"In the words of Buddhism, this little monk should have entered the way of the devil!"

...

"This guy is still so rude!" Hearing Ziyi's shout, the middle-aged disciple with a calm face said with displeasure on his face.

"Haha." And the fat disciple laughed and said, "This guy, it's always been like this, haven't we already gotten used to it.

That's right, Uncle Yan Wang. "

Yan Wang spoke slowly: "It's just a title, don't be obsessed with it!"

"Okay, talk to them, and I'll recover from my injuries here." Shi Feng said to Ziyi.

At this moment, he is not afraid of anyone who will make trouble.

He had already sensed that Leng Aoyue in Mount Sumeru had also woken up, and he had communicated with Leng Aoyue just now, only to recover from his injuries, and asked him to secretly protect him in Mount Sumeru.

To say that the only thing to pay attention to now is the Holy Lord of the mysterious holy land of Nakong, Xuanji!

More than ten days ago, Shi Feng came here, and the black thunder dragon followed.

It seemed that the six warriors were about to be swallowed into it, but in the end, that Xuanji sacrificed his Kongxuan God's Cup, but... was escaped by this guy again.

And the other five people, including Wuji, another peak builder, died in the black thunder dragon in the end, and even Wuji was smashed to pieces by the black thunder!

...

After Shi Feng said that to Ziyi, he crossed his legs in the void and quietly entered the recovery state.

And at this time, the three people who were flying towards this direction had already arrived.

Yan Huan spoke to Ziyi, looked at Shi Feng who was covered in blood and crossed his knees with his eyes closed, and asked, "Ziyi, who is this benefactor?"