Maoshan Ghost King

Nacharupong carried the dragon snake halberd and rushed into the group of corpses in an instant. The copper-skinned and iron-boned corpse, which was originally impenetrable, was like cutting tofu under his dragon snake halberd that was infused with strong spiritual power easy.

The corpse with fangs that rushed over was pierced through the chest by the dragon snake halberd of Nacharupon, and flew out. The corpse fell into the group of corpses and transformed several corpses. The corpse turned and the smashed man turned on his back and flew out.

"Wu Jiuyin, do you think you can stop the deity with these impervious things? You are dead today." Charupong kept flying and piercing each and every body... The direction roared.

Wu Jiuyin exhaled a foul breath and smiled: "Chalupeng, no one should say that they can kill anyone before the last moment. You should destroy these corpses first, and I will wait for you slowly. ."

These corpses controlled by Emperor Xuanmen’s bell in Wu Jiuyin’s hands are all very high-level after the corpse transformation. If it is normal, encountering such a corpse, it is estimated that the power of a medium sect can be conquered. There were a lot of corpses after the corpse, but their opponent was Charupon, the number one demon in Southeast Asia. Naturally, it would not cause much damage to him, but it could also stop him for a while.

Taking advantage of this time, Wu Jiuyin quickly recovered his spiritual power while breathing, repairing the damaged meridians, and swallowing two pills given by the Xue family.

Seeing that Wu Jiuyin had caused so many corpses to undergo corpse transformation and intercepted Nacharupong, everyone's hearts were finally at ease.

The dozen or so hairy corpses on the periphery, with their heads as big as a bucket and fangs and sharp teeth, rushed into the crowd of Shengling in Black Water. They bite when they saw people. Normal black and red robes touched These hairy corpses did not have much resistance. Some were torn apart by the hairy corpses, and some fell to the ground and bit their necks.

The people of Heishui Shengling were already in a disadvantaged position, and the addition of these hairy corpses made the people of Heishui Shengling miserable.

In just a blink of an eye, the elder corpses were wiped out by Chalupeng more than twenty, and his head was slapped flat by the dragon and snake halberd in his hands. After landing, they became ordinary corpses. All the hairy corpses were killed by Charupon, and Wu Jiuyin's situation would be very dangerous.

Charupong didn't care at all about the current one-sided situation. His subordinates continued to die in the hands of everyone without frowning. There was only one purpose in his heart, which was to kill Wu Jiuyin.

And Wu Jiuyin didn't seem to be panicking either. While quickly recovering his repair base and repairing the damaged meridians, he waited patiently, staring at Charupong.

After a while, something went wrong between Monk Flower and Mukdahan.

At this stage of the fight, the people on both sides had at least scored dozens of moves, and they all became angry.

Mudahan fought against the monk Hua, and both sides were evenly matched, and no one could take it.

After dozens of moves, Mudahan became a little angry, stretched out his fingers, and flicked three times towards the goose-headed knife. With each flick, black flames evaporated from the goose-headed knife. , Become more and more rich.

Following Mudahan's violent shout, the goose-headed knife in his hand was raised high and slammed toward Monk Hua.

A thick black mist turned into the shape of a huge skull, shrouded towards Monk Flower. I don’t know how many evil spirits and ghosts were entrapped in that skull, and made a stern whistling sound towards Monk Flower. Bian slammed into it.

At this time, the flower monk who was holding the Jiang Mo pestle calmed down instead, thrusting the Jiang Mo pestle into the ground, and then stretched out his hand to tear off the monk's robe.

On the front and back of the flower monk, each has a tattoo.

On the front is a vajra image with a hand-held ring knife, and behind it is a glaring vajra holding a copper stick.

However, Monk Jianhua pinched a few seals, and the two tattoos on his back and back suddenly jumped out of his body, and then the tattoos on his body disappeared.

Under such a dangerous situation, Monk Hua not only did not attack, but suddenly sat cross-legged on the ground, and threw the purple golden bowl away.

The purple golden bowl grew bigger and bigger, buzzing, and slammed into the fierce knife wind that Mudahan had chopped out.

And the two vajra figures stand on both sides of the flower monk like the guardian vajra, each holding the magic weapon, motionless, and the golden light on the body is bright.

Monk Hua put his hands together, suddenly chanting Buddhist scriptures in his mouth, and the voice of chanting the scriptures was very small and inaudible.

In a blink of an eye, the blade wind that Mudahan had chopped off rolled over, and directly collided with Monk Flower's purple gold bowl. The purple gold bowl suddenly became dim and rolled to the side.

But under this collision, at least half of the evil spirits and ghosts in the black mist condensed by the blade wind were scattered by the purple golden bowl.

The black mist condensed by the blade wind continued to hit him. When he saw that it was about to fall on Monk Flower, the two diamond techniques around him slashed out the magical objects in his hand, but they were also given by the black mist. The knocked one flew out.

When he was half a meter away from Monk Hua, Monk Hua suddenly opened his eyes, stretched out a hand, put his five fingers together, and pushed forward flatly, chanting: "Nanwu Amitabha."

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When Monk Hua chanted these six words, it was just a momentary sight. The whole body of Monk Hua was filled with golden light, and a moon disk like a full moon appeared behind his head, as if the Buddha came to the world.

Pushing forward with one hand, like the palm of a Tathagata, the blade wind condensed by Mudahan's best effort was dispelled, and the black mist instantly drifted away and disappeared.

Mudahan was holding the goose-headed knife in his hand, and seeing the appearance of Monk Hua at this time made his heart tremble.

What an eminent monk Buddha, Hua Xia is really a place where dragons and tigers hide.

How did he know that the flower monk in front of him was the number one master of Chinese Buddhism.

Just as Mudahan was stunned, the Zijin Bowl, who had not known where he had been hit just now, rose into the air again, and did not crash into Mudahan, but directly enveloped Mudahan's head.

When Mudahan looked up, the purple golden bowl had already poured out the golden light, and countless qi rose up and enveloped it.

"No, this bald thief wants to trap the deity!" Mudahan exclaimed, and his hand-held goose-headed knife rushed forward, looking at the Dharma barrier with a knife, but was back shocked.