The originally quiet Putian Temple broke the tranquillity it had ever known and became extremely noisy. Gusts of Yuan Qi fluctuations were like boiling hot water, rippling violently in this space, almost forming substance, causing gusts of violent gales that blew the fallen leaves.
A brilliant red light flashed by, and Ao Fan's figure was like a shuttle, flying past several buildings in a row, heading towards an unknown target. Behind him, a golden aura rose, and countless monks from Hua Tian Temple rushed in murderous rage, wanting to capture or even kill him, their enemy.
And further back, Qing Qing had tears in her eyes as she quickly chased after him, hoping to change the outcome of something. Possessing the Brahma Candle Incense, her strength increased massively, controlling the Brahma Candle Incense to catch up at an extremely fast speed, closing the distance to the front.
In a patchwork of courtyards, the halls were imposing, and the leaves were strewn about. One of the avenues was connected to a deep tunnel, and the place it led to was clearly the strange space that Ao Fan had visited. From the looks of it, that was also Qing Qing's residence.
Seeing that he was about to be caught up by the monks of Huatian Temple, with a distance of just a few feet, Ao Fan calculated and knew that the Blood Shadow Style would finally be able to be performed again. Originally, the time between two Blood Shadow Style executions would never be as short as this moment. However, Ao Fan's slight understanding of the true meaning of speed made him shorten the time between the two Blood Shadow Styles, and he was finally able to perform it again when his life depended on it.
He transformed into a red shadow, lowering his altitude and passing through the layers of eaves, barely maintaining the same speed as the Huatian Temple people, delaying the time he was caught up. However, after a few breaths, the sustained effect of his Blood Shadow Style disappeared once again, and made it inevitable for him to be surrounded by the monks of the Hua Tian Temple.
It was clearly a summer's day, and under the gloomy sky, black clouds rolled in, but they brought a sluggish cold wind.
Ao Fan was suspended in mid-air, his face unmoving and consistently calm. His eyes were clear as light, revealing a fearlessness as he looked around. An unchanging white robe hunted under the cold wind, adding to the seriousness of the atmosphere.
Among the monks who surrounded him, there were no monks from the Putian Temple, as the people from the Putian Temple more or less knew him, only the various monks from the Huatian Temple looked at him viciously, losing their usual peaceful surface, as if they were about to make a move in the next instant.
"I really didn't recognise the wrong person." Fang Ze crossed the crowd and said with a cold face, "For you, the one who sabotaged us to obtain the jewel, I have a vivid memory of you, how I will not forget you. I originally thought that you would be far away and difficult to find, and could only swallow this breath. I didn't want you to stay around, but you were even met by me, so I can only say that fate is such that you can't have a good ending."
Fang Ze's words, words resounding, as if by the bell ringing out of the general, transmitting a heavy pressure, just as this gloomy weather, with a pressure on the body of the people. Especially Ao Fan, but also feel that this person's words are like substance, actually make him feel a little stiff limbs.
Just the sound of words, has such power, can be seen its cultivation is powerful. In front of him, Ao Fan's cultivation is not enough. The gap between them was like the difference between mud and clouds, it was just too much difference. If there were no special changes, it was estimated that Ao Fan would not be able to escape.
"You bind your hands and be captured!" Someone among the Huatian Temple monks who surrounded Ao Fan opened his mouth and droned like this.
Ao Fan's gaze narrowed as he sternly probed out four sweeps, although he was unable to pose any threat to the monks whose cultivation exceeded his, he showed his lack of fear as he coldly said, "Asking me to sit back and wait for death would be like heaven and earth collapsing at the flick of a finger, it's absolutely impossible!"
"How dare you make a big deal out of it when you're on the verge of death!" Someone in the crowd shouted.
Ao Fan snorted coldly and said, "If you want me to die, first defeat me completely. Otherwise, everything is nothing but empty words."
"To be so arrogant with a mere second-turn dao realm cultivation, it will be no big deal when his cultivation increases in the future, he must be removed early, lest he scourge the world." Some people with impure thoughts said maliciously, wanting to put Ao Fan to death.
Ao Fan in front of the Huatian Temple people have robbed the treasure of Brahma Candle incense, in their view is an indissoluble enemy, must be killed. This is the style of the Buddhist Sect, when the kindness is like a regenerative parent, when the heart is ruthless, it is like a hellish Cultivator.
"Take him down, I want to know which power he belongs to." Fang Ze said so, while he himself withdrew from the crowd, leaving the matter to the rest of the monks, looking incredibly confident.
The remaining monks, whose cultivation was at least at the Third Turning Dao Realm, were quite powerful, otherwise they wouldn't have been chosen to guard the Van Candle Fragrance coming here. Their cultivation, who was higher than Ao Fan, naturally did not look too favourably on Ao Fan, and the ten points of power had not been brought into play.
Until the next breath, a monk who did not presume to get close to Ao Fan, suffered. Now, Ao Fan's most powerful force, not other, but the body's powerful advantage. He was a Divine Beast, and his physique was strong enough to astonish the world, not to be compared to ordinary monks.
The monk who was close to him was sent flying by Ao Fan's punch and suffered some injuries. At the same time, Ao Fan also performed a blood cloud hand, the sky red mango flash, immediately will be beaten to the injury, blood spilled from the mouth, lost face.
But so, the rest of the monks will know Ao Fan's powerful body, do not dare to oppose its front at close range, only to retreat far away, to perform far attacking moves, moves are not merciful.
Ao Fan was in a dangerous situation, except for the first surprise to injure a person, he was unable to injure others. The huge gap in cultivation was there, even if he was gifted and his strength far exceeded that of the same level of cultivators, he was no match for the ten or so people whose cultivation exceeded his.
"Boom!" The battle was only a few breaths, and a violent crash was produced. The difference in cultivation was too great, Ao Fan was unable to block it and was knocked down to the ground, a few threads of blood slightly spilling out from the corner of his mouth.
Gloomy sky, violent fluctuation of Yuan Qi. A dozen figures floated in mid-air, bringing gusts of huge pressure, all exerted on Ao Fan's body, he felt almost unable to move, seemingly to drink in this.
"Stop!" Suddenly, a delicate cry came from one side.
Qing Qing finally rushed up quickly, and after the sound, she penetrated into the range where the Yuan Qi fluctuation was the most intense, and came to Ao Fan's side. Seeing this, the rest of the monks could only withdraw their Qi to avoid hurting Qing Qing.
Fang Ze looked over and revealed a hint of a smile, ''Could it be that Miss Qing Qing wants to dispose of this person herself? This is not unavoidable, after all, the things he snatched should have been Miss Qing Qing's things."
Qing Qing gritted her teeth and looked towards Ao Fan, her gaze flickered as she said, "Can we let him go, he won't be a bad person."
"No way!" Fang Ze immediately opened his eyes wide and drank, "He dares to take away my Buddhist Sect's greatest treasure, he must die!"