I am a loser, but I defeated countless geniuses with the Soul-Calming Tower.

Wang Xuanfeng's feeling of uneasiness immediately grew stronger.

At this moment, golden light splashed everywhere, and inside the Luohan Temple, the broken Luohan bell held in the hand of the Shenzang Buddha statue turned into a golden light and flew out.

In just a moment, the Arhat Bell arrived outside the Arhat Temple and hovered in the air.

Wang Xuanfeng and Xu Qing were wary of each other, but their eyes were fixed on the Arhat Bell.

Golden light rose, and Lin Xuan's figure slowly appeared in the golden light.

At this moment, he was holding a magic spear in his hand, and the power of the four attributes of wind, fire, thunder and gold were intertwined.

Above his head, a fist-sized relic was suspended, emitting powerful fluctuations of power.

The sky was covered with golden clouds, and the entire area where the Luohan Temple was located turned into a vast expanse of gold.

"Lin Xuan!"

Wang Xuanfeng was overjoyed. The moment he saw Lin Xuan, he felt at ease.

However, to his surprise, Lin Xuan ignored him and just glanced at him lightly.

Xu Qing keenly discovered the problem and was immediately overjoyed.

He took a step forward and bowed to Lin Xuan with great respect: "Junior disciple Xu Qing pays homage to Abbot Martial Ancestor."

"what?"

Wang Xuanfeng was stunned, his face suddenly darkened, and a bad premonition arose in his heart.

"Amitabha!"

"Xu Qing, thank you for your hard work!"

Lin Xuan raised one palm in front of his chest and a faint voice came out.

"It's what a disciple should do!"

Xu Qing spoke hurriedly, raised his head, his eyes full of respect.

"Old bald donkey, what have you done?"

Power surged around Wang Xuanfeng, and he shouted loudly.

"Amitabha!"

"Greed is like a snake swallowing an elephant. This is the retribution from the gods."

Xu Qing's face was filled with endless joy.

Wang Xuanfeng fell silent, his expression becoming uglier than ever before.

"The devil shall be punished!"

"Go, purify him!"

Lin Xuan suddenly spoke and threw the spear in his hand towards Xu Qing.

Xu Qing immediately grasped the spear, feeling the destructive waves emanating from it, his heart surging.

"Don't worry, Abbot. I will suppress the evil demons and external enemies."

After saying that, Xu Qing swung his spear and looked directly at Wang Xuanfeng.

"Donor Wang, all dust returns to dust, and the Buddha's dignity cannot be violated. Today, I will suppress you and imprison your soul. You will kneel before the Buddha and repent for a thousand years."

Wang Xuanfeng's eyes were terribly gloomy as he stared at Xu Qing and Lin Xuan.

Lin Xuan was now condensing the Chant of Purgatory's Broken Gold. He looked at Wang Xuanfeng with a dim gaze and blinked twice.

Wang Xuanfeng was startled, and suddenly felt a very familiar smell in his heart.

"I want to leave, can you stop me?"

In an instant, Wang Xuanfeng exploded, throwing the club in his hand, but his body retreated backwards.

"Oh...how can I let you have your wish?"

Xu Qing laughed mockingly and rushed out with a spear in hand.

"boom!"

He simply swung his spear, and the terrifying four attributes of wind, fire, thunder, and gold erupted, causing the space to shatter crazily.

In an instant, the spear hit the club, thunder and fire rose into the sky, and a strong wind suddenly arose.

A purgatory is created!

Wang Xuanfeng's club was actually blown away at this moment.

"it is good!"

"It's truly the martial arts master's famous skill. Donor Wang, you can't get away!"

Xu Qing was extremely excited and suddenly broke through the purgatory of thunder and fire, and moved closer to the rapidly retreating Wang Xuanfeng.

The light was steaming, and Xu Qing shot out with a gun, directly hitting Wang Xuanfeng's chest. The purgatory of thunder and fire enveloped him, blocking Wang Xuanfeng from all directions.

Wang Xuanfeng was locked in a stare, a fierce look flashing across his eyes: "I'm going to fight you."

The Thunder Lord's Dharma Image suddenly attacked, and thirty-two arms came out from the air. The power of thunder and the power of the stars burst out together, which was extremely powerful.

"It's useless. No one can stop the abbot's infernal golden chant!"

Xu Qing grinned, extremely excited.

He had no idea that Lin Xuan was coming towards him with a terrifying spear in his hand.

At this moment, Lei Jun Fashang's fist was about to touch the terrifying spear.

Xu Qing became more and more excited. Could it be said that he was fighting side by side with the former Martial Ancestor Luohan Shenzang Abbot?

Who among the younger disciples can have this honor?

Xu Qing was extremely excited, as if he had already seen the scene of Wang Xuanfeng being killed by his gun.