At dusk, the sunset is like corals. Tianyue Mountain is beautiful and unique.

The scenery is beautiful, Zhang Yang is in a bad mood. He sang drunk all the way, and his drunken eyes are hazy.

Zhang Yang did not wave the imperial sword, but came all the way to Huanglong Temple. At this time, Huanglong Temple, what a monastery, a continuous house.

When Zhang Yang walked into the temple, it was empty. The Buddha statue was covered with spider webs, as if no one had been here for a long time.

Zhang Yang looked right, turned left, shook his head, and really didn't see anything strange, nor did he find anyone. When he walked out of the temple, he saw night in this place, adding a little mystery to the mountain.

Zhang Yang closed his eyes and fixed himself outside a courtyard. God covered the entire monastery. If there was any noise, he could not escape the captives of his god.

After a long time, night fell. In the dark sky, the cold moon hung high and the stars were flashing. Suddenly, Zhang Yang opened his eyes and smiled.

He entered the monastery again and looked at a Buddha statue carefully. Finally, he walked to a Buddha statue in the compound and gently pushed the Buddha statue. The Buddha turned around and there was a dark door on the wall. It was black and went straight to the ground.

Zhang Yang looked at the dark door, half-squinted his eyes at the Buddha, and murmured: "Strange, very strange." His face suddenly changed, and he said: "What a heavy breath! There are devils and devils here!"

This golden Buddha, the silk black gas above his head, naturally could not hide the ostentatious magical eyes.

Zhang Yang pinched his fingers, and the snow shadow sword behind him was not automatically free. Suddenly, the sword light flashed, and a majestic white sword beheaded the Buddha.

Amid the "rumble", the statue of Rileyfos was cut into pieces, and a small man with five short bodies walked out of it.

The dwarf's eyes were filled with fear, and he knelt down and begged, "Master, the chief is saving his life."

Zhang Yang hummed coldly, shook his sleeves, and a cold voice; "Why are you little demons hiding in the Buddha statue?"

Suddenly, the little man, a sad smile, was creepy and strange. At this time, it turned into a green atmosphere and floated in the air.

Zhang Yang saw the scene and shouted a glass; "Evil, look at this action!" Suddenly, a sword flew towards the green.

The spirit of green is loose, and in less than a minute it forms another mass.

The sword flashed, and the sword cracked open!

After a while, the green spirit gathered together again.

Zhang Yang screamed, "Evil comes from the truth, spare your life." There was still no movement around, only a green ball of air floating in the air.

"Evil law is so evil" Zhang Yang muttered to himself, staring at the green soul intently.

Suddenly, Zhang Yang was in the palm of a group of thunder, and the thunder contained infinite destructive power, hitting the green air.

Therefore, it is still the same. The green air is floating in the air all the time.

Zhang Yang's face was as gloomy as water. He said, "Evil, I will put you in the red gourd today. In no time, you will become a thick pile of water." He took the gourd and pointed at the green air.

"Take it!" Zhang Yang pinched his fingers.

"Master, save your life, the fairy says everything, everything." Suddenly, the green air screamed in fear.

Zhang Yang took the red gourd back, and the green light suddenly turned into a small man with a short figure in front of him.

"Devil, if you don't want to die, please answer my question." Zhang Yang glared at the little man and said, "When did you hide in the Buddha statue, little devil?"                                         
Chapter completed!