Spirit Hunters of Maoshan Sect

A water-like sword, crossed the sky, and picked a king, so that its movements were stagnation, and under the touch, it turned into a shackle, wrapped the king in the middle, and then a figure came, holding a fish sword Fight with the king.

"emperor……"

Lin Sansheng muttered.

It is the Jianwen Emperor.

"Everyone is together!" The pony greeted and rushed over.

Wu Jiawei followed closely, and the three men dealt with one king. Yang Gong’s pressure was relieved, and he also tried his best to deal with the last one.

A group of Pangu, who had been blocked by the dung before, also swarmed and besieged four people.

"Up, together!"

Lao Guo held a pair of guns and shot at the Pangu, and Xie Yuqing was not far behind. For a time, the manure was flying, specifically for those who rushed to the front. There were a lot of Pangu’s one-hearted attack on Jianwen Emperor, who ignored the body and was shot by the manure. He immediately lost his mana and fell down. He stood on the side with an angry face, but he could not help.

"I will give you some materials!" The four treasures carried the iron shovel, scooped up a shovel-mixed manure, and patted the crowd where they were concentrated. Immediately after the dung was raining, these Pangu scorpions would temporarily lose their mana as long as they were touched. In order to guard against it, they had to give up their energy to deal with them. The scene was once chaotic and began a melee.

Lin Sansheng stood in the encirclement of the former, his face was cold, and he looked at it. The mountain continued to have Pangu rushing down and joining the battle.

This is the site of Panguyu. Lin Sansheng has already expected that the situation will appear in front of him. He has also imagined it in advance, but the battlefield is changing rapidly, all kinds of possibilities may occur, and it is impossible to make any plans in advance, and only the camera can act.

"You go, go away!" On the left side of the mountain pass, Nangong Ying continually yelled, Lin Sansheng fixed his eyes, Nangong Ying was driven to drive Biqing.

Biqing did not turn a deaf ear and continued to attack the Xingyue slave.

"Help me hold her, I will share your benefits!" Bi Qing was rushed by him, and said.

"What good is it for me, I just want to single-handedly with her, you have to interrupt again, I will hold you first!"

Lin Sansheng heard him say this, but he was speechless, and he made a move, yelling at Nangong Ying: "His Royal Highness, this old man is still above the moon and slaves, and is also a Buddhist man. It is just your heart, why not deal with him!"

Nangong Ying glanced at this side and saw the Zen Master. He hesitated a moment. Chong Biqing said: "Then leave it to you!" Flying towards the mountain and the Zen master.

There were countless blood drops on his body, which made him look like a **** fog and slammed into the mountain.

Shanshan Zen Master is practicing the manipulation of the heavens and minds, with one enemy and four, and the end is powerful, but there is no time to deal with Nangong Ying, and the disciples are urgently prepared. Several Pangu 飞 immediately flew up and stopped Nangong Ying.

These Pangu, but not the large number of Huang Yi disciples, but wearing red pipa, are masters, strong tyranny, wrapped in blood drops, one by one to take down the rosary on the neck, In the palm of your hand, let's release a few auras, and hold the Nangong Shadow, and fight.

Over there, Xingyuenu lost one opponent, the pressure plummeted, and it was not anxious to attack. In the face of Biqing, he smiled and said: "You are not easy to be a fairy, I have been chasing it from the Republic of China. I am waiting." You have been a hundred years old, but it’s like yesterday."

Biqing cold and cold road: "If you know that I am looking for you, I will exchange the Vajrapani and the shovel. I will leave, not to be embarrassed with you, or I will never let you be better today."

"Ha ha ha..." Xingyue slave laughed. "The young ancestors and Ye Shaoyang... relying on Shanhaiyin to cross the Republic of China and embarrassing me, this thing is very strange, as if I woke up, it was more out of thin air. Memory, Ye Shaoyang teased me like this, really hateful, your smelting tank, the evil repair device, I can't use it, but the diamond scorpion is an ancient artifact, but I have to refer to it, how can I give it to you! A hundred years ago, you Not my opponent, but now I lost the smelter, I am ashamed of you, how can I let you go?"

She said, the palm of the hand spread out, a red-red sword appeared in the hand, it is the Xuanyuan sword, the mouth of the curse, the sword to the Biqing. Biqing had to sacrifice the deity of Qinglian, and was able to fight and fight.

Lin Sansheng took his eyes off the pair and looked at the side of the melee again. He shouted: "The thief smashes the king, first breaks the body of the mountain sage! The fart plan!"

"That read, no!"

The four treasures immediately put down the shovel and rushed to the middle of the battlefield and shouted: "Plan! Come on, come over!"

Immediately, the golden body of Lohan was sacrificed, and several Pangu rushes in front of them were blocked, preparing for the attack on Shanshan Zen Master.

Yang Gongyi and Xiao Ma and Wu Jiawei immediately gave up the king in front of them and rushed to the front of the golden body of Luohan, and launched an offensive against the mountain monk.

The three kings lost their goals and immediately chased them up and were stopped by Luo Hanjin.

Four treasures took a strong breath, sat down on the knees, and manipulated Luo Hanjin to defend his body. He was a bit cumbersome in attacking Luo Han, but it was the best for defense. With his own power, he actually blocked the three kings. offensive. However, the four treasures also suffered tremendous pressure, and said that it was difficult to bite the teeth: "Fast, I can't wait for a long time!"

In the pony and other people want to come, Shanshan Zen master summoned the four kings of Buddhism, must also use all the gods, it is impossible to have more effort to deal with them, however, they are wrong. In the face of their three sieges, Shanshan Zen master closed his eyes and stood still. The rosary on his neck suddenly turned himself up. Every bead seemed to burn up, and the golden flame was formed, forming a whole body. An enchantment in the shape of a bell.

Once the pony and other people approached, they immediately felt the hot temperature, barely close, and could not shake the enchantment.

"Mom, this old guy has a golden bell, it's not scientific!" The pony screamed loudly.

Under the eagerness of the three people, they used the means of being in the whole body. They still couldn’t open the golden bell, and they were so heartbroken.

Lin Sansheng looked at this scene on the periphery, and his heart was also shocked.

One of the three great gods in the Panqin Mountain Pangu, showing the strongest means, this strength... can't be described as terrible. Lin Sansheng believed in a moment. None of these people are his opponents. Nangong Ying is not, Yang Gong is not, even if it is a Xingyue slave, it will never be an opponent of this old monk.

Maybe only the wind can fight with him, but the road wind is on the main peak, and it hasn't come for a long time. It is obviously dragged by the strong. At the moment... more and more Pangu, it has made them feel difficult to deal with, and it is even more impossible to set fire to the mountain Zen master...