Maoshan Ghost King

No one could see clearly how there was an extra golden Zen stick in the hands of Zen Master Mai Peng. As soon as it appeared in the hands of the great monk, with just one shot, a red robe descending head teacher was blown out, just hitting it. After touching the chest of the red robe descending head teacher, a large part of his chest collapsed suddenly, his ribs shattered, and his internal organs shattered.

The Zen stick is in my hand, and I have the world. At this time, the aura of the Zen Master Maipeng has not been weakened, but has become stronger. The momentum of the Zen stick waving in his hand is rolling, and the stirring wind has a stinging feeling. .

The few red-clothed head-down masters suddenly felt tremendous pressure, and after one of them was killed by a Zen stick, the attacks of the remaining six or seven red-clothed head-down masters became more fierce.

However, as Zen Master Mai Peng held the stick, his murderous aura became more and more energetic. In the Temple of the Reclining Buddha, there is really a reclining Buddha with a length of several tens of meters and golden light.

While Master Mai Pong waved the stick in his hand, he was chanting the scriptures in his mouth. The chanting of the scriptures became louder and louder, and there seemed to be a response from the direction of the reclining Buddha, curled up in a trance, There seems to be a response, it is the power in the reclining Buddha that is blessing the cultivation of Zen Master Mai Pong, and the wielding of the stick is also more and more vigorous.

Two or three minutes later, two more red-robed lower head masters were killed under the stick of Zen Master Mai Peng, all of which were broken and broken, and died on the spot. After landing, there was no sound.

Seven or eight red-robed head-down masters died within a few minutes, and the remaining four red-robed head-down masters were already unsustainable. They were forced to retreat continuously by that Maipeng head-down master, parrying very much. Strenuous.

There were two dull sounds in succession, and Zen Master Mai Peng’s stick slammed on the heads of the two red-clothed lower-headed masters. One of them had his head directly separated from his neck and flew more than ten meters away. It hit the wall and exploded a cloud of blood, while another person’s head was smashed into the chest cavity by the Zen stick, and his legs fell more than ten centimeters above the slate ground, even if it was dead. Now, standing there straight, this method is violent and fierce, which is daunting.

Only the remaining two red robe descending masters had cold sweat on their frightened foreheads. They had lost their fighting spirit and had an urge to turn their heads and run away.

After killing five or six red-robed descendant masters one after another, like a glaring King Kong, the Buddha's power was vigorous and vigorous. Although the sound of the scriptures in his mouth continued, it became smaller and smaller. The response from the Buddha also became weaker.

Suddenly, Zen Master Maipeng's eyes suddenly widened, and two golden rays of light shot out from the eyes and fell on the two remaining red robe descendants.

At that moment, the two red-robed head-down masters had a meal, like an ice cave, standing there but unable to move, as if they were enveloped by an invisible murderous intent, their whole bodies numb.

Immediately afterwards, Zen Master Mai Peng shook his body and once again came to the side of one of the red robe descending head teachers. A Zen stick fell on his chest again and knocked it out. The Zen stick flicked and was about to face the last red When the tuo lowered the head master, suddenly, an invisible murderous intention was immediately locked on Mai Peng's body, causing his body to stop.

There are even masters hiding here?

In order to quickly kill these red-robed lower-headed masters, Zen Master Mai Peng triggered the supreme power of thought on the reclining Buddha and blessed himself. He wanted to solve these red-robed lower-head masters as soon as possible, and nothing could threaten him. Yes, the rest is the guy named Song En, who looks pretty good at his cultivation level, but he is definitely not his opponent. If he fights alone with himself, Zen Master Mai Peng even thinks that he will be able to do so within 20 strokes. Its kill.

Therefore, in one effort, almost all the seven or eight red robe descending masters were killed. After this horrible Buddha power faded, his strength would tend to a stable state.

However, Zen Master Mai Peng never expected that Song En actually brought a stronger master here.

With a flick of the stick, Zen Master Mai Peng looked towards a place of vitality. After a while, he saw a descendant master wearing a purple robe suddenly appeared in his line of sight. His body was as fast as lightning. Floating down from the roof of the temple, holding a long knife in his hand, he hacked towards him.

However, there was not only this one of the horrible purple-robed head descending masters, two more flew out from the other two directions, with long swords in their hands, floating down.

Zen Master Mai Peng saw only one of them, and the other two were sensed through the Qichang. In just a moment, the cold sweat on Zen Master Mai Peng came out.

I just dealt with the seven red-robed head-down masters, and he used all the means to suppress the bottom of the box. At this moment, the momentum was lost, and three purple-robed head-down masters suddenly appeared, then wouldn't he also die here.

Thinking of this, Zen Master Mai Peng's heart was ashamed, but his figure turned back, avoiding the attack point of the three people.

In an instant, the three purple-robed head-down masters attacked and killed them, and the long knife in one of them fell and fell on his Zen stick, like a dragonfly, and then the purple-robed head-down master floated away. Although it only looked like a light blow, it was the purple robe descending head master who condensed all his power on a single point. It looked like a dragonfly, but it was a huge blow. The figure of the Maipeng master shook, The body moved back four or five meters away.

As Zen Master Maipeng's body moved backwards, the other two purple-robed descendants attacked and killed them on the left and right, one on each side. The swordsmanship was like wind, brilliant like light, slashing and slashing. Maipeng had to wave his zen stick to resist, and he was able to slap one of the purple-robed master's long knives at the moment, and the long knife of the other person also fell down, and that person's long knife was facing Zen Master Maipeng. His head fell down, and Zen Master Maipeng picked up the tail of the stick. He could hold the knife and deviated from his head, but the long knife cut a scarlet wound on his shoulder. There were more than 20 centimeters, and blood poured out instantly.

After a muffled grunt, Zen Master Mai Peng took another seven or eight steps backwards before he stopped.

Just now, the last red-robed descendant master who was lucky enough to not be killed by Master Mai Peng, saw that Master Mai Peng was injured, thinking it was an opportunity, and once again raised a long knife to kill him, Master Mai Peng did not move and waited. When the red robe descending head master made a slash, he only drew on the side of his figure slightly, and immediately stretched out a hand, and patted the head of the red robe descended master with a palm. .

This palm has a name, it is called God and Buddha pressing the top!