New White Snake Asking Immortals

If fighting is unavoidable, then do your best.

The snake demon boy and the little stone are as stable as rocks, with sharp blades, resisting the turbulent ghost tide with divine power, relying on each other to float and sink in the ghost tide, full of murderous aura!

"Hiss~!"

The ring head knife Senhan sharp blade hums!

Created with dragon energy, it has the attribute of killing evil spirits and slaughtering ghosts and zombies!

Simple horizontal cut! Ban Yue's saber energy swept across an open space, raising the saber to slash! The powerful demon is divided into two halves.

The ring head knife is slender, straight, strong and sharp, fierce and practical. It is the most suitable for fighting in battle. Get reliable weapons.

As the number of beheading evil spirits increased, the power of the sword became even stronger.

The Huan Shou Dao becomes more spiritual as it battles, and it may soon give birth to a sword spirit and turn it into a magic weapon.

Next to him, Xiao Shitou's heart was red, and the blood vessels on his body were dark red, full of strength!

Xiao Shitou was originally short and had the appearance of a child, but after being berserk, he turned into a stern boy with sword-like brows and glaring eyes, and his bald head remained the same.

Originally, the monk's clothes looked small on his body, his arms and legs were muscular, and he grabbed the evil ghost with his bare hands and tore them apart...

Fierce and irritable, he has acquired many habits of dragons after getting to know Bai Yujun for many years.

The punching and kicking moves are simple, fast, accurate and ruthless!

Stand firmly against the endless tide of hellish demons.

The little stone and the snake demon boy guarded the old Huixian without retreating an inch. They were repeatedly overwhelmed by the scarlet evil spirit, and they drove the evil spirit back countless times. If it weren't for the need to protect Master, he would have killed him!

Qingling wields a sword, has a long cyan skirt and long black hair, and her pure-yang swordsmanship is superb.

The dark green sword energy streaked across, and groups of evil spirits were wiped out one after another!

The long-faced king is fighting against the skinny mummy, the fighting style of the heavenly army fairy general, the battlefield is constantly changing...

Hit from the ground to the gray sky, and landed again.

The moment the skinny mummy fell to the ground, the ground suddenly stirred up dust!

The iron ball appeared silently behind the mummy, wearing a hood, his face was hidden in the shadows, his expression could not be seen clearly, and his two-handed machete double-strike extremely fast! When it landed, the dust was stirred up with a bang and disappeared again!

The mummy who was attacked raised its head and howled hoarsely.

"Aw..."

The long-faced king seized the opportunity to attack violently and forced the mummy to recover from his injuries.

Dust exploded in the crowd of evil spirits like a tide, and countless evil spirits waved their claws and were bounced off. Iron balls in gray clothes shuttled among the evil spirits. ghost!

Landed and disappeared.

Sudden killings broke out in the group of evil spirits from time to time, without any rules at all.

The masters of Zhuquan Temple are creating opportunities for Lao Huixian.

After the Zhuquan Temple was attacked, the original life was broken. There is only one goal in this active attack. It is not to eliminate the powerful evil spirits, but to completely suppress the hell cracks that are the source of the disaster. There may be many hell cracks in the world, it doesn’t matter, one A suppression is.

Others don't want to take risks and work hard, there must always be someone who stands up and does what should be done.

The snake demon boy and the little stone lead the way.

Old Huixian was protected by all the masters, step by step towards the crack of hell, towards the abyss...

When the ring-shou knife could no longer open the way forward, the haggard old monk stopped, folded his hands and sat cross-legged, ignoring hell and closing his eyes to read scriptures silently.

"Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, practice the deep Prajna Paramita for a long time."

"Seeing that the five aggregates are empty, overcome all hardships."

"..."

The skinny corpse suddenly howled in pain, and the evil spirits climbing up from the crack of hell seemed to be pulled back to hell by some force. On the cliff, dense claws waved wildly, no matter how hard they scratched, they couldn't stop retreating!

The flames of hell were also dragged back into the crack.

The skinny mummy roared.

"It's that old monk...! Kill... kill him! Quick!"

In an instant, scarlet ghosts that could move rushed towards Old Huixian from all directions.

The pressure on the masters of Zhuquan Temple has increased. The snake demon boy has swung the ring head knife to the extreme.

The long-faced king struggled to attack the mummy to disturb its command, while the iron ball changed its strategy and manipulated the clay puppet to fend off the enemy.

At this time, Qing Ling shines brilliantly.

Both feet are floating in the air, long hair is flying, hands are in seals on the chest, and they are fully displaying the sword control technique!

The dark green sword shuttled quickly, so fast that from the sky, one could see a sinuous green line in the group of evil spirits, precisely passing through every evil spirit that approached, weaving a barrier to prevent the evil spirits from approaching.

Lao Huixian is merciful and merciful, and his scriptures are loud and clear.

"Shariputra, form is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from form, form is emptiness, emptiness is form, and the same is true of thinking and knowing."

"Shariputra, is the empty phase of all dharmas, neither born nor destroyed, neither dirty nor clean, neither increasing nor decreasing."

The devil in hell suffered even more, and was dragged back to hell step by step...

In order to fight against the sound of the scriptures, the ghosts howled violently, and the ghostly sounds of countless evil things even caused the sky to be gray and lifeless and turbulent!

Old Huixian remained calm and motionless.

He is very poor, a coarse monk's clothing can be worn for decades, and he often mends it under the oil lamp.

There is no glitter all over the body and no treasures.

Even the favorite prayer beads are made by the monkey carpenter.

His complexion is yellow and wrinkled and covered with age spots, deep bags under the eyes, large pores on the nose, chapped lips, rough and callused palms, his finger joints are thick due to years of farming, he is a very ordinary poor old man.

The sound of the old scriptures was very clear and spread far away.

"So I know that Prajna Paramita is a great god mantra, a great Ming mantra, an unsurpassed mantra, and an infinite mantra. It can eliminate all suffering, and it is true..."

If you look at the ground from outside the cloud nine.

The area covered by the flames of hell shrank sharply.

Qingling Tieqiu and others were overjoyed when they saw this, and if they worked harder, they would soon be able to suppress the cracks and restore peace.

However, many things are always difficult to achieve.

The chasm in hell that was as wide as a canyon suddenly trembled, and the evil spirit that was originally dragged back to hell seemed to have increased in strength, grabbed the cliff and climbed out again, and a ghost more terrifying than a mummy was passing through the barrier!

Old Huixian frowned, continued to chant scriptures, and was in a stalemate with the great terror...

The mummy laughed wildly.

"Old monk! You can't stop it! Jie Jie Jie~!"

The long-faced king felt bitterness in the terrifying aura in the crack, but unfortunately, the monkey was not there. If it were here, maybe it would have been sent to hell with a stick, right?

The iron ball earth escapes and appears a high slope top.

Looking at the scene in the crack of hell, his shoulders were weak and his shoulders collapsed.

"There's nothing to do..."

In the wide crack, a huge scarlet head slowly rises, it is a giant.

Followed by the shoulders and two blood-red muscular arms, bloody, ugly, and terrifying. Perhaps the strength of the huge ghost is not as strong as that of the mummy, but this thing feels more destructive and terrifying.

The ghosts were still howling harshly.

The snake demon boy looked at the old Huixian, considering whether to take the old monk on his shoulders and retreat strategically.

Suddenly, Qing Ling looked up.

"My sister is here."

Iron Ball smiled.

"Boss Bai, we will not lose."

The terrifying evil spirit is still crawling out, the crack is far from meeting the conditions for it to pass through, so it can only squeeze in slowly, and suddenly, something feels wrong!