"Planning to slaughter the Buddha?"
Fang Xing's words startled everyone, but all the cultivators knew Fang Xing always had a reckless courage, fearing neither heaven nor earth. His seriousness indicated a major upheaval was impending. Without further spoken word, the giant golden crow was the first to leap, its golden feathers standing vertically, overflowing with evil qi, standing shoulder to shoulder with Fang Xing, looking into the distance. Around them, the Golden-Winged Little Roc King, Kong Kong'er, Wang Qiong, Li Ying, and Shadowless Mountain Rat Taoist also took formation, Li Hongyi who hadn't healed yet, stayed slightly behind with Wu Sang'er and Chu Ci, taking care of Han Ying.
"These forces are probably still not enough!"
Fang Xing glanced at his companions, feeling somewhat relieved but still sensing inadequacy, he tore off the prayer beads from his neck and scattered them on the ground.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
