"Little donor, you really make it easy to find me!"

A sound without any emotion came from outside the cave, causing Xiaolin and the other four to change their faces.

Huang Baitao's face was pale, beads of sweat the size of beans were oozing from his forehead, and he smiled bitterly: "You three dig a tunnel from here to escape, and this old monk will let me deal with it!"

"No, I can't leave you here alone..." Huang Yuwei said stubbornly with red eyes.

Huang Baitao rubbed her head in a doting way, and suddenly a knife fell on the back of her neck and knocked her out. Then he looked at Xiaolin and Huang Tianfang: "I'll trouble you to take care of Yuwei!"

"Uncle, you..." Huang Tianfang took Huang Yuwei with a deep worry on his face.

Huang Baitao waved his hand and smiled freely and said, "I should have died in the Beast Emperor City with the Huang family. Being able to survive for several months is already a gift from God to me."

After a pause, he looked at Xiaolin beside him, "Xiaolin, if you can escape from the birth of the sky and see Xiao Yi, please tell him and ask him to take good care of Yuwei for me!"

The sadness of separation from life and death made Xiaolin's nose feel sour.

Just about to speak.

But at this moment... The old monk's voice came from outside the cave: "Little donor, don't blame me for being merciless if I don't come out!"

"Let's go, you guys go..." Huang Baitao gritted his teeth and said.

Xiaolin sighed lightly, knowing that he could not continue to delay. In a flash, a golden light ripped around his body.

The yellow light was like a light cocoon, wrapping up Huang Yuwei and Huang Tianfang, and rushed out into the depths of the cave.

Boom boom boom boom! Xiaolin digs the cave very quickly.

Huang Baitao took a deep breath, two long swords appeared between his hands, and two decisive expressions flashed through his eyes.

He held his swords tightly and looked vigilantly at the direction of the hole.

As long as the old monk dares to come in.

He can take action directly.

However... Huang Baitao is only at the peak of Nirvana Realm after all, how can he know the power of the Heavenly Venerable Power?

The old monk's soul and divine thoughts have already covered the entire island.

When he noticed that Xiaolin and Huang Yuwei and the others were exploring holes and running away, a thick sarcasm appeared on his face: "It's so naive. If you do this, you will be escaped by you. I will have been living dogs in the past few thousand years."

I saw his hands staggered in front of him.

The Buddha's light was swallowed and vented between the palms.

"The Buddha's Kingdom in the Palm!"

The old monk slapped out his palm, and a golden hand covered the sky. The big hand was extremely huge, covering the entire island.

If you look at it with your eyes...                                                           

Boom! Under the suppression of the huge golden palm, the entire volcano roared loudly, and for a moment the entire island shook, the earth roared, and the sky thunder rolled.

Huge cracks appeared on the island, spreading across the volcano, and countless red magma gushed out with a loud bang.

Xiaolin, who had just dug the hole, rushed to the sky by the gushing magma.

?"Damn..." Xiaolin's face changed. Although these magma could not cause any harm to him, it exposed the three of them directly in the air.

The cave where Huang Baitao was also filled with boiling magma in an instant. Under the helplessness, Huang Baitao was able to grab the cave and rush out to Xiaolin and the other two in the air.

The four of them gathered together, stood side by side, staring at the old monk in front of them with vigilant eyes.

The old monk was wearing a gray cassock, his head was shiny, and he had a gray beard. He clasped his hands on his chest, and his face was bright and smiling: "Amitabha... Little donor, are you okay?"

"Bald, what do you want?"

Xiaolin gritted his teeth.

The old monk smiled, not angry at the slightest call of Xiaolin. He just looked at Xiaolin's gaze, and became more satisfied and moved, and said with a smile: "I have said long ago that as long as the little donor surrenders to me and becomes a spiritual beast under my throne, I will naturally not make things difficult for your friend."

“Let me be your mount?

You big monk are thinking about nothing!”

Xiaolin snorted coldly and said with disdain, "Old monk, I advise you to go as far as you want. If you wait for my boss to come, you can't even leave!"

"Um?

Your boss?"

The old monk was stunned, then stroked his beard and laughed, "Don't say it's your boss, even if your ancestors come, they can't stop you from becoming my mount!"

"That's not necessarily!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard Xiao Yi's figure coming from the void.

Xiaolin and the others showed ecstasy expressions.

Xiaolin looked at the direction where Xiao Yifei came with his head raised, laughed and said, "Old monk, it's hard for you to leave now! My boss is here!"

"Brother Xiao Yi..." Huang Tian looked at Xiao Yi, who was walking with his sword with his eyes glowing, holding his chin in a flower-shaped shape, and his eyes seemed to be beating with love.

At this moment, Xiao Yi was facing away from the sun.

Under the golden sunshine, it emits colorful light in the reflection of the sea water.

It was like walking on colorful auspicious clouds! Huang Tian was relieved to bloom and screamed: "I once had a dream that my true destiny will be a great hero. He will wear golden armor and come on colorful auspicious clouds.

Brother Xiao Yi is indeed my real name. Brother Xiao Yi, I love you..." Xiao Lin: "..." Old monk: "..." Huang Baitao: "..." Xiao Yi almost staggered and fell from the Chixiao Sword.

He looked at Huang Tianfang and the other two with a confused look on his face: "How come they are here?"

Without waiting for him to think more.

The old monk had already frowned. In his perception, Xiao Yi's aura was extremely restrained.

Although he was able to move unscrupulously against swords in the riot sea, his strength was definitely not weak, but the old monk could not see that Xiao Yi would threaten him and frowned and looked at Xiao Yi: "Where is the donor coming from?

Can you tell me the identity of the monk?”

Xiao Yi didn't even look at the old monk.

For him, a mere fifth-level Heavenly Venerable can be solved in one move.

Xiao Yi looked at Xiao Lin and felt relieved when he realized that he had only suffered a little bit of minor injuries. However, when he saw the weak Huang Baitao, a cold light flashed through his eyes: "Lord Huang, is the injury on your body caused by this bald donkey?"

Huang Baitao also came to his senses. He was also deeply shocked by Xiao Yi's appearance and shook his head quickly: "It's not him. This injury was attacked by a powerful monster when he escaped from the Beast Emperor City before."

After a pause, Huang Baitao smiled bitterly, "Xiao Yi, you shouldn't have come. This old monk is very powerful..." Xiaolin said viciously: "Boss, this bald donkey wants to force me to accept me as his mount..." "Oh?"

Xiao Yi raised his eyebrows and looked at the old monk with a slanted eye, "Let my brother be your mount?"

You deserve it?"

The old monk's face darkened.

He is also a powerful person in the Heavenly Venerable Realm. Even though he has been practicing Buddhism for many years, he is extremely displeased in the face of such contemptuous ridicule and provocation. He sneered: "I am the host of the White Tiger Temple. A powerful person in the fifth-level Heavenly Venerable Realm. Do you think I am a worthy person?"

"A mere fifth-level Heavenly Lord, I can't even stop my move. What qualifications do I have to ask my brother to be your mount?"

Xiao Yi sneered.

"I can't stop it with a single move?"

The old monk was also so angry that he glared at him, gritting his teeth and saying, "Is the donor too arrogant, right?"

Don’t talk about one move, even if you give you ten moves and hundreds of moves, I am not afraid of anything.”

Xiaolin shouted, "What if my boss can really defeat you with one move?"

The old monk patted his big bald head, and became angry and said, "If he could really defeat me with one move, I would be willing to be your mount!"

"So you're serious?"

Xiaolin's eyes glowed. It was quite shameful to have a great monk in the Heavenly Venerable Realm as his mount! The old monk snorted coldly: "Mencisses don't lie!"

"One word is certain!"

??Xiao Lin smiled and looked back at Xiao Yi, "Boss, I want this old monk to be his mount!"

"You... such a hypocritical bald donkey, just kill it directly. It's so troublesome to keep it as a mount?"

Xiao Yi rolled his eyes helplessly. He wanted to slap the old monk to death with one palm, but since Xiao Lin wanted him to be a mount, Xiao Yi would naturally not refuse. Then he looked at the old monk, "Old monk, take me a finger!"

"Amitabha!"

The old monk shook all over his body, and the sound of the big bell echoed around him. Golden Buddha patterns wandered around him, turning into a golden giant bell beside him.

It was the Buddhist craftsman who practiced the Golden Bell Cover with a strong sense of confidence on his face, "I have been practicing this Golden Bell Cover for thousands of years and have been incredible. I want to see how you defeat me!"

"Golden Bell Cover?

It can be broken at will!"

Xiao Yi sneered and pointed out.

Endless starlight gathers at the fingertips and condenses into a giant finger covered with starlight.

One point out.

The heaven and earth were frightened, the sun and the moon were hidden, the rivers were quiet, and the wind and clouds were silent! This finger fell on the golden bell, and there was only a crisp crack. The extremely powerful golden bell cover exploded under the old monk's astonishing gaze.

Immediately following the huge fingers, he went straight to the old monk's bald head.

"Damn!"
Chapter completed!