Under the twilight glow, a layer of golden yellow was laid on the highway, and all the plants and trees inlaid with gold edges.

The heavy truck stopped, and the police car leading the way also stopped.

The convoy was only a hundred meters away from the monks in white.

"Raise your hands!"

Police officers from the Ministry of Justice who were opening the road got out of the car and pulled their guns. Both sides of the road were blocked, so no one should have walked up. In other words, those who could walk on this road were people who should not have come.

The monk in white raised his hands gently, and his arms were exposed like white jade. His whole body suddenly dimmed, like a cloud of smoke gathered, turning into a dark black police uniform like a policeman in the Ministry of Justice.

"is that so?"

Nearby, a police officer around everyone was also gathering like smoke, but in an instant he turned into a monk in white. The monk in white looked at the police officer holding a gun in front of him and said with a faint smile.

The monk's place was originally a police officer in the distance, but now he is at a loss.

The police officers of the Ministry of Justice quickly surrounded the monks in white, looked at the police officers who were at a loss in the distance, and then looked at the monks in white in front of them.

The two of them seemed to have changed their positions out of thin air in the smoke.

Strangely, it cannot be described in words.

"Lying on the ground, holding your head with both hands." The policeman said nervously.

He didn't know what he should say at this time, but just spoke subconsciously.

After saying that, the police officer regretted it.

The monk in white shook his head when he heard this, and even put down his raised hands.

"The monk is here to make trouble. How can he find trouble when he is lying underground?"

His voice was plain and calm, as calm as if he said "Have you eaten?"

But the pressure on everyone is too great.

"Bang!"

The policeman in front of the monk in white subconsciously shot.

A scarlet blood flower exploded on the chest of the monk in white, and the blood flowed out quickly, soaking the white gauze dress.

The monk in white looked at his chest.

But in an instant, as if time was flowing back, the stained blood quickly faded away and the blood flowers dissipated.

The gauze dress is still the unbreakable gauze dress, and the monk is still the monk.

It seems that everything is nothing but a dream bubble.

The monk reached out and patted his chest, as if he was flicking away the dust.

"You are just ordinary people, don't let the monk do it."

Lin Qingsheng and others had already walked out of the car at this time.

"Is the master trying to make trouble for us?"

Lin Qingsheng's expression was grim. If he was most afraid of meeting anyone now, then he would be these hidden cultivators.

Didn’t the tullie say that the sect will be two months away?

How could it be so fast?

Lin Qingsheng thought to himself.

"The monk just wanted to try the depth of the Ming Dynasty. Since Liu Bowen lost all the world and the world, all the sects were almost hidden, but the Ming Dynasty could not hide. I bet that the Ming Dynasty could not keep its strength back then."

The monk in white smiled faintly, and there seemed to be endless confidence in his chest.

Lin Qingsheng remained silent, but his heart felt a little fainted because he knew that the Ming Dynasty was really just an empty box now, and only a few of them were supporting the scene.

As his practice deepened, Lin Qingsheng also knew how big the gap between these monks and ordinary people was.

He dared not admit it, so he could only find a way to pass it.

"The master is so sure? The prime minister and others in black are great men. Are you not afraid that they will leave a backup plan?"

The monk in white smiled. If white jade blossomed, lotus emerged from the mud, it seemed that the world became brighter in an instant.

"I am a demon monk. The black-clothed priest is also called a demon monk for a very old age. How can a demon monk not understand the demon monk?"

"He Yao Guangxiao practiced the dragon-slaying technique. In order to prove that he had the power to slay dragons, he even overthrew the Ming Dynasty, which was at its peak at that time. In order to fight with Mr. Qingtian, he reopened the world and did what he did, but it was possible that he would hold back in his later years, but it would never allow the Ming Dynasty to be inherited for a hundred years."

Speaking of this, the monk in white shook his head and said, "Don't say too much about yes, whether it is true or false, I will know it just by trying it."

As the monk in white finished speaking, the wind blew, and the plants and trees on both sides of the road suddenly soared, and the branches all over the sky seemed to soar into the sky, as if they had come alive.

Branches are like life with fangs and claws.

Before everyone could take a closer look.

The next moment, countless branches rushed towards the vehicles on the deep black expressway, and huge shadows fell, hovering, and entangled...

The vehicle instantly deformed under the pressure of huge branches, and the driver and others fled one after another.

The world seemed to have turned into a green ocean, with surging green waves sweeping over and overwhelmingly.

In a panic, gunfire sounded in a mess.

But it still cannot resist the branches that are overwhelming.

A person is pulled up, entangled and tightened by the branches in panic.

They were tied to the railings on both sides of the highway like mummies.

The dim sunset hangs far away in the sky, and above the earth where yin and yang pass, the dark black road has turned into a piece of green.

The monk in white was still standing there, as if he was not moving.

But only Lin Qingsheng and others were left in front of him. Perhaps because they had practiced the "Black Clothing Taoist Records", they were not hung on the railing.

This...maybe it is the respect of one monk for another monk.

Looking at the branches that covered the sky and the sun, Lin Qingsheng couldn't help feeling the pressure coming to his face.

The words of the doll man suddenly appeared in his mind: You are too small!

I...is still not strong enough!

The monk in white still did not give Lin Qingsheng and others time to think about it. The huge dark green branches quickly gathered together and gathered in the air.

Surrounded by countless branches, a huge monk formed in the air, exactly the same as the figure of the monk in white.

The giant Buddha was dozens of meters high, and countless branches were entrenched behind him, like circles of halos, highlighting the strictness of the Dharma.

The condescending giant Buddha stretched out a huge palm and suddenly pressed it down.

The earth shattered in an instant.

The stiff asphalt road twists countless folds.

Lin Qingsheng and others were directly bent by this big hand.

The big hand pressed down inch by inch.

Lin Qingsheng and others were directly pressed to the ground.

The pressure is still increasing little by little.

Lin Qingsheng wanted to resist, but the power was too great.

Breathing quickly becomes difficult.

Then the chest cavity was pressed tightly.

Until Lin Qingsheng's head was already pressed on the ground and felt that he was dying here, the overwhelming green disappeared in an instant.

On the empty earth, the car was still parked in place without any damage.

Lin Qingsheng and others were lying on the ground, their faces as if they were about to be crushed.

The police officer leaned against the railing with his hands and feet twisted.

In a trance, everything seemed to be a illusion.

The monk in white stood there, smiling faintly.

"Sure enough, the inheritance of the Ming Dynasty was cut off."

After saying that, his body suddenly twisted and turned into a police officer who had just exchanged positions with him.

The police officer who was originally standing in the distance turned back into a monk in white.

Lin Qingsheng seemed to understand something when he saw this scene.

The monk in white has been standing there since he saw them.

Everything is an illusion.

What a terrifying illusion, it seems... it is really the same.

Lin Qingsheng subconsciously looked at his hands, but saw a scratch on his hands, and blood oozed out, which was just scratched by the branches.
To be continued...