My luck can go against the sky

On the table and chairs, Xiao Guai shook his legs, smiling at the little novice monk's letter.

"Buddha, demon?"

"Half Buddha and Half Demon?"

"strange!"

The little novice monk grasped Xiang Xiaoguai with his hands and said, "What about the Buddha and what about the devil."

"Come under my seat and give you the name to walk!"

There was a flash of red light in Xiao Guai’s eyes, and the originally calm and well-behaved cute face instantly became hideous, the blue veins burst, the fangs in the mouth quickly grew, and the black sharp nails grew on the round fingers. Grab the left hand that Xiang Jianxin probed.

"Little monk, move again, I will kill you!"

Half of Jianxin's face shone with white light and half with black light. He did not even flash when he faced the hand he grabbed. He still approached Xiaoguai.

"Serve the devil with your body, good, good!"

The golden light flashed with his right hand, turned sideways, and grasped towards Xiaoguai.

The two grabbed each other and rushed over.

"Drought, kill!"

"Little monk, die!"

The two heads collided, and then they all flew out.

Xiaoguai's figure flashed, flying in the air, and his red clothes changed rapidly. After a short while, he was like blood, exuding a strong smell of blood.

Jianxin, the little novice monk, stood steadily, folded his hands and looked at the little boy in the air.

The two moved their bodies and rushed towards each other again.

The sharp claws flew, and the corpse was poisoned into the bone.

Xiao Gu opened his teeth, grabbed Jian Xin's neck, and bit down.

The little novice monk Jianxin made a Buddha seal with one hand and patted Xiaoguai.

Slap, bite!

The two of them stiffened suddenly, and fell softly to the ground, motionless.

Let the rain wash, mud bunker.

In front of the Buddhist hall, thirty-four evil monks formed a formation of eighteen arhats.

The remaining sixteen incarnate Buddhas of the heavens rushed to the crowd in the breeze.

Han Zirong's eyes condensed, abandoning his sword, and pinching the Jue.

"Huang Huang Tianwei, cast my god thunder!"

"Anxious as a law, Nine Heavens God Thunder!"

Thunder Dragon roared and kept falling.

Zhang Chongzhi walked for a while, fell to the ground, slammed his left foot on the ground, closed his eyes tightly, and shouted sternly, "Master, help!"

"The disciple Sun Zhang Chongzhi who is not filial piety, please ask Master Master!"

"Hundred thousand fire is in a hurry like a law!"

Zhang Chongzhi stomped anxiously, his closed eyes suddenly opened, and a blue light burst out.

"He Fang Xiaoxiao dare to harm my disciple." Zhang Chongzhi waved his right hand, and a blue sword quickly condensed in his hand.

"Fusang ghost monk? No, it's falling into the magic way!"

"Foreign evildoers also dare to enter my Central Plains and die!" Zhang Chongzhi held the cyan sword and slashed at the many ghosts and monks who were coming.

Gao Yueran stepped on the gossip step, with cold sweat on her forehead, but she did not dare to see the many ghost monks who were about to run into him. Just when many ghost monks were about to meet him, Gao Yueran's foot was aroused, and the whole body was agitated, surging sharply, and her right hand even more. It was homeopathy to put a sip of the medicine in his mouth.

"All those who are on the verge of fighting will move forward in array!"

"Qian Kun Xun Zhen Kan Li Gen Dui!"

"Gossip, success!"

The two gossip phantoms took shape immediately, knocking the ghost monk into flight.

Gao Yueran pointed his hand: "Gua Zhen, Gua Li, Fire and Thunder!"

A ball of thunder fire suddenly appeared in the void, flying towards many ghost monks.

"Gua Gu, Dui Gua, Ze Jing."

Gao Yueran pointed his hand, and the ground in front of him suddenly became a swamp.

"Gua Xun, Gua Zhen, Wind and Thunder Break!"

The violent wind hexagram rises, and bursts of gang wind rushes towards a group of ghosts and monks with thunder light.

Thirty-four ghost monks suddenly clasped their hands together, forming a battle!

Qiqi shouted.

"Put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha right away!"

"Put down the butcher knife and become a demon right away."

Thunder Dragon, Jian Guang, gossip, all rushed forward.

In the magic light array, thirty-four monks stepped on their feet together: "Golden Bell!"

"Fighting the dragon and the tiger!"

Tigers and dragons!

The dragon in the air rushed to the ground, the wind tiger wandered around, breaking the sword, stalling thunder, and gossip!

The roar exploded!

For a time, the Nanhu Mountains shook the mountains, flying sand and rocks, countercurrent like the sea, rolling forward and surging forward.

The bell tower beside the temple collapsed suddenly.

The bronze bell hit the ground with a bang.

The bell is like a cloud of thousands of miles high in the sky, rolling forward, outward, and continuously spreading.

The loyalty stopped, and a scream suddenly sounded.

Han Zirong, Zhang Chongzhi, and Gao Yueran all flew out.

The blood is pouring in the air continuously.

The four disciples of Longhu Mountain and Wudang Mountain were like migrating yellow sheep in a panic, scurrying around until they were swept by the aftermath, and then they flew out and fell down the cliff.

The Golden Bell Village formed by the thirty-four monks broke down, and several monks in it instantly turned into a pile of dead bones, exhausted all their spiritual energy and demonic energy, their spirits were all destroyed, and they could never be transcended.

The formation was scattered, and the remaining twenty monks fell to the ground miserably, screaming and screaming.

"Buddha save me!"

"The devil save me!"

Not far away, Han Zirong turned around in the air, and dropped his mahogany sword on his knees.

Beside him is Zhang Chongzhi, who has invited the ancestor, and Gao Yueran, who is stepping on gossip.

Han Zirong raised his sword, pointed the tip of the sword straight at the monk in front of him, with his left hand drawn out the three needles of Desperate, Rejuvenation, and Rejuvenation, stabbing them one by one, facing forward, and drank coldly: "There is no life!

Zhang Chongzhi, Gao Yueran glanced at each other, bitter in his heart, but still followed Han Zirong, half a step back.

"Master Longhushan, bless!"

"Master Wudang Mountain Bless!"

A group of monks scattered in front of the Buddhist hall slowly climbed up, stood up again, shouting loudly.

"Eat them!"

Hedge!

The aura flickered, and one after another attack shot towards the opponent.

Han Zirong rushed into the crowd first, slashing left and right, like a god of war rushing forward, blood splashing and screaming again and again.

A group of monks surrounded Han Zirong like a ghost, separating him from Zhang Chongzhi and Gao Yueran.

Zhang Chongzhi, Gao Yueran glanced at each other, then let out a long roar, holding swords together, rushed into the formation.

Zhang Chongzhi is thin and thin, moving up and down in the formation like a monkey.

Gao Yueran is sturdy and has a strong foot, no matter how critical the situation is, no matter how close the bombardment is, the gossip under her feet is a good step from beginning to end.

Inside the house.

The old abbot Mingxin clasped his hands together, and kept pouring blood out of his mouth, calmly looking at the Fusang relapsed ghost monk in front of him.

The rebellious ghost monk retracted the sword in his hand, folded his hands together, and bowed slightly: "Amitabha, I am Fusang rebellious ghost monk, Xiongshan Dacheng."

"The abbot of Mingxin deserves to be the Great Buddha of Yuan Ying!"

"If you are willing to enter my ghost temple at this time, it is not too late."

"One hundred years of practicing Buddhism once died, it is so unfortunate. I hope Master Mingxin will think about it and don't make hasty decisions.

The abbot of Mingxin sat down cross-legged, picked up the wooden fish from the ground, and calmly looked at Xiongshan Dacheng: "Amitabha, goodness, goodness!"

Then he looked at Han Zirong who was in the formation outside the door and said: "It is not my wish to let the little friend fall into this situation, but Mingxin still has to ask the little friend to take care of my little friend!"

"He has become a Buddha, and he has become a demon!"

"I hope my little friends will guide him, let him become a Buddha, don't become a demon!"

After that, Mingxin smiled and knocked on the wooden fish.

Boom!

The world changes color!

Boom!

Buddha light!

Boom!

Dharmakaya Buddha statues stand up, and the Dharmakaya pinches the Buddha seal, watching the Xiongshan Dacheng quietly.

Xiong Shan Dacheng regressed again and again, looking at Mingxin in disbelief: "You have cultivated the Yuan Ying in five hundred years, but you don't want it?"

"You want to die with me?"

"You lunatic!"

After all, Xiong Shan Dacheng turned around and flashed, trying to escape from Baohe Temple.

Boom!

"Xiongshan donor, kill my disciple, where do you want to go?"

There was another sound.

The Dharmakaya Buddha grasped Xiongshan Dacheng and returned to the Buddhist hall.

Knock the wooden fish with a smile openly, bang!

Golden light shattered.

Hands together.

"Amitabha! Good, good."