The sudden ringing of the bell resounded throughout the mountains!

This is the big bell that will be rung when something serious happens in the temple, twelve times in a row!

Even the stupas behind Haiyun Temple began to shake, and powerful auras seemed to be gradually awakening from their slumber!

The breaths almost rose into the sky!

"Damn it! There are so many old guys!"

Yang Fan's expression changed.

He originally planned to sneak out quietly, but now he felt something was wrong, so he didn't care so much. In a flash, he had already entered Huixing Zen Monastery.

"Owner……"

"Shut up!"

He picked up Zhang Chongxin and turned around and left without hesitation!

Boom!

But at this moment, several big golden hands suddenly shot up into the sky, each one was almost the size of a mountain, with the word "swastika" condensed in the palm, and they were grabbing heavily towards here!

The power almost covers the sky, and it is extremely tyrannical!

"Fuyao!"

Yang Fan's expression remained unchanged as he watched the giant hand approaching, instantly activated his magical power, and the light of the magical power enveloped the two of them.

boom!
Chapter completed!