After a while, more and more people gathered.

Mu Jinyun felt a little strange, and couldn't help but ask the dumb uncle: "Old Taishan duel with the thief, how did they get the news?"

The dumb uncle said to him in a low voice: "The high-ranking monks have made an appointment to fight with the Dharma Body, on the one hand, to show their determination not to die, and on the other hand, it is also to send a message to the old monsters nearby, hoping that they can be present and preside over a fair duel. ”

"Are they willing to help with this?" asked Mu Jinyun.

"I will definitely be able to help, if there is no deep hatred, high-level monks will rarely fight with each other, therefore, those who know this news will basically not miss the opportunity to observe, and by the way, helping to host a fair competition is just a matter of convenience. ”

While the two were talking, they saw a few people flying quickly towards here, and when they got closer, they found that two of them were Fengyishan and his wife, and Mu Jinyun didn't know the remaining few people.

Feng Yishan and his wife also saw Mu Jinyun, and their faces were immediately full of surprise, and they planned to come over to greet him, Mu Jinyun hurriedly waved his hand at them secretly, and the two immediately understood, nodded, pretended not to know, and stood quietly aside.

On the arena, after the old woman finished speaking, she turned around and was about to go back, and the old sect master hugged her fists and said, "Senior Sister Zuo, please wait, the old man has something he wants to ask Senior Sister Zuo for help?"

The old woman had a good relationship with the old sect master, and politely returned the courtesy: "Gong Daoyou don't have to be polite, what else do you have to do, just talk to the old man." ”

The old sect master pointed to Mu Jinyun and the others and said: "My juniors are not worried about me, they have to come to watch the battle, the old man wants to ask Senior Sister Zuo to help take care of it, as the saying goes, the disaster will not happen to the children and grandchildren, the old man does not ask the senior sister to take care of them for a lifetime, but only asks them to leave here safely afterwards." ”

This is the old sect master arranging the aftermath, worried that if he is defeated and killed, Wang Shengbo will immediately attack his juniors.

When the two sisters Gong Shaoxue heard this, their eyes turned red, and they immediately whimpered, and Mu Jinyun and Ai Yiding immediately comforted their sister and comforted their sister.

Ai Yiding was warm and consoled, but Mu Jinyun scolded angrily: "I didn't fuck anything, what kind of rice are you crying, how unlucky, shut up Lao Tzu, don't cry!"

Don't say it, these few words are so good that the sisters stopped crying immediately.

The old woman said to the old sect master: "This matter has been inherited by the old body, here, no one can endanger your family, Senior Brother Gong, don't worry about fighting, don't fall the prestige of my human race monk!"

The old sect master bowed his hand to express his gratitude, and Wang Shengbo and the two ghost emperors of the east and west all snorted coldly and did not say anything.

The old woman ignored them and came directly to Mu Jinyun and the others to stand still.

Several people gave her a junior salute, and the old woman generously accepted it, and then told everyone not to move, just watch the battle here, and then with Feng Yishan and others, they arched their hands to each other, which was regarded as a greeting.

Mu Jinyun stood in the void, very nervous in his heart, whether his method could succeed or not, he had no bottom in his heart, he could only hope that the old sect master would consume the enemy's strength more, so that the certainty of the final blow would be greater.

Gong Shaoxue's heart was also uneasy, worried about the safety of her old father and worried about her daughter's safety, she subconsciously grabbed her husband's hand, and the two of them glanced at each other, and they both saw anxiety and worry in each other's eyes.

The competition began, the old sect master and Wang Shengbo were blood feuds, and there was no possibility of reconciliation between them, either one side fell, or both sides fell, and there was no third possibility.

The two of them had no nonsense, and the Dharma body appeared in front of everyone, the Dharma body of the old sect master, which was glorious and dazzling, and Wang Shengbo's Dharma body, the black mist was soaring, and it was breathtaking.

The old woman stood beside everyone and said to Ai Yiding and Uncle Dumb: "You two juniors, help me strengthen the protective array, I really don't understand, what are you juniors doing here!"

After finishing speaking, a protective array was set up around everyone, and Ai Yiding and Uncle Dumb hurriedly injected mana into the formation to help the old woman bless the strength of the formation.

This kind of protective array, to put it bluntly, is a protective shield, which will not affect the spectators of the battle, and can effectively protect everyone from the impact of the magic and magic weapons on the battlefield.

Of course, this kind of protection is only useful against low-level monks, or monks of the same rank.

When the high-level monks are fighting, if the low-level monks are watching the battle from the sidelines, even if there is a protective array, it will not have much effect, and it will be no different from looking for death than Dou Yuwei will impact the protective array.

Mu Jinyun and the others were able to watch the battle from the sidelines because of the care of the old woman.

On the arena, the old sect master took the lead, the Dharma Body took two steps towards Wang Shengbo, his right hand was lightly raised, and a thunderbolt suddenly appeared between his five fingers, and the thunder and lightning continued, rushing towards Wang Shengbo.

When it approached, it turned into five thunder dragons, and the electric light around them flickered non-stop, roaring in unison, and pounced on them with teeth and claws.

Wang Shengbo sneered, the black mist on Fa's body rolled violently, and a part of the black mist broke away from the main body, condensing into a huge skull in front of him, with a hideous face, horns on his head, and blood-red eyes.

The skull laughed in the void, opened its mouth violently, and swallowed the five thunder dragons that pounced on it.

The five thunder dragons struggled in the skull, roaring with thunder, but they could not break free.

The old sect master snorted coldly, opened his mouth, and spit out a lotus flower from his mouth, crystal clear, rotating rapidly in the void, and the petals gradually separated in the process of rotation, and the old sect master stretched out his hand and pointed lightly at the skull.

The lotus petals disappeared in the blink of an eye, and when they reappeared, they were already surrounded by the skull, and several petals immediately grew larger, wrapping the skull in layers.

The skull was encased in petals, wailing in pain, and the black mist around it churned up and down, and its color gradually dimmed.

The five thunder dragons took advantage of the situation to spit out thunder waterfalls, and thunder light continued to overflow from the mouth, nose, eyes, and ears of the skull, speeding up its decomposition.

The skull was trapped in the petals, slamming around, struggling desperately, its appearance was constantly changing, every face was roaring violently, looking very painful, and finally turned into a black mist, escaping from the gap between the two petals, and dissolved with Wang Shengbo again.

The old woman said to herself with regret: "It's a pity that this treasure is missing a petal, otherwise it will definitely make that ghost thing die, but it's a pity, it's a pity!"

Others didn't know what the old woman meant, but Mu Jinyun and his family were clear, because the missing petal had become clothes, and they had been wearing it on their own girl.

After Ming'er changed into a human, Jiao Ziyan pulled down a lotus leaf from the Wuyu Holy Lotus, changed it into clothes and gave it to her daughter as a meeting gift for her daughter.

The little girl loves this dress very much, its benefits are too many, one can be self-cleaning, the second can be fragrant, and the third can change the style at will, as for the warm winter and cool summer or something, it is not an advantage.

Before coming here, Mu Jinyun personally selected several magic weapons for his father-in-law, including this Innocent Holy Lotus.

Because of this incident, she had to interrupt Jiao Ziyan's further study, Gong Shaoxue felt guilty for this, but Jiao Ziyan persuaded her not to worry, her sister was in trouble, and she, the eldest sister, had to help her!

It's just that they have all forgotten one thing, the lotus flower is missing a petal, and the power is naturally not as good as before.

The little couple who watched the battle realized it later, and they were angry and anxious, and slapped their thighs in annoyance, but they were helpless.

Wang Shengbo obviously suffered a little loss in the first encounter, but he didn't care, snorted coldly, and poked out the ghost claws from the black robe, skinny without a trace of flesh and blood.

Stretching out a finger, he rushed to the Wuyu Holy Lotus a little farther, and from the fingertips, a thick black mist erupted from the surging water, turning into a big inky black river, and the waves swept towards the Wuyu Holy Lotus.

In the dark river water, countless unjust souls rose and fell, either resentful, angry, angry, strange, hateful, or hurt, with different expressions, all shouting loudly in the river.

The inky black rush was filled with all kinds of negative emotions, anxiety, nervousness, anger, self-blame, sadness, pain, complaints, and depravity, all of which turned into thick black ink, and attacked the Holy Lotus of Nothing.

The old sect master was reluctant to let the Wuyu Holy Lotus be contaminated with these filthy things, this was the beloved thing of the son-in-law's wife, if it hurt it, the son-in-law would not be able to explain it, so he hurriedly waved his hand and summoned the Wuyu Holy Lotus back.

Wang Shengbo sneered, changed his finger to the old sect master, and the pitch-black torrent turned to the old sect master.

The old sect master was not in a hurry, and spit out a small golden bell from his mouth, which was antique and engraved with the pattern of the high monk chanting on all sides.

In the void, the small bell rotated rapidly, and then suddenly became larger, the old sect master waved his hand, and between the bell shocks, four monks flew out of the air, standing in four directions, south, south, north, and west, accompanied by the bell, chanting Buddhist scriptures in unison.

The sound of bells and chanting formed an invisible wall in the void, stopping the inky black river in the middle of the way.

At this moment, from the sleeve of the old sect master, another red handkerchief flew out, which swayed in the void without wind, turned into a red fire, and burned towards the ink river.

The old sect master did not stop, patted his forehead, summoned an object from the center of his eyebrows, turned into a giant sword, and the sharp edge was exposed, and the giant sword crossed the Mo River and slashed down at Wang Shengbo's body.

Wang Shengbo hurriedly stretched out two ghost claws, turned into two inky black giants, and crossed upwards to greet each other!

There was a loud bang, and the confrontation was full of lightning, and both sides spewed out a large mouthful of blood, but the old sect master spewed out real blood, and Wang Shengbo spewed out a cloud of black mist.

Their spirits all became a little sluggish, and the old sect master gritted his teeth, urging the giant sword, and continued to attack Wang Shengbo without stopping.

Seeing that it was difficult to win for a while, he gritted his teeth, and two more treasures flew out of his sleeve, one of which turned into a silver boy and held a silver fishing rod with a long fishing line hanging from the front end of the fishing line, and a golden hook at the end of the fishing line.

The boy surrounded Wang Shengbo, laughing and waving a fishing rod, and every time a large black mist would be hooked down from Wang Shengbo's body, and then it would be refined into nothingness, and Wang Shengbo screamed in pain.

Another thing turned into a giant toad, its eyes were like electricity, its fangs were jagged, and it was standing in the void, and its scarlet tongue kept sticking out and then rewinding back at Wang Shengbo, as fast as lightning, and it was impossible to guard against.

Every time it was reversed, a black mist would be dragged out from Wang Shengbo's body, and then it turned into many powerful ghosts, screaming and being swallowed into the stomach by the giant toad.

Many Enlightenment Stage monks were dumbfounded, and then they were silent, and they all had one thought in their hearts, "How many magic weapons are there on the body of this palace monster, good guy, this is the rhythm of smashing the opponent to death with the magic weapon!"

Some people may say, shouldn't the monk's fighting method be a magic move, why would the old sect master use so many magic weapons.

This is natural, if the magic weapon is sufficient, the lack of heart and eye will choose close hand-to-hand combat, not that you can't do that, but the cost is too great, and the ending is not easy to control, and you don't have to go to hand-to-hand combat with the magic weapon, and you will do that when your brain is stupid.

This is like the United States fighting terrorists, putting precision weapons without them, and fighting with others to fight big knives, only when they are full of food and support.

Wang Shengbo was sad in his heart, and he was miserable, and his opponent's methods were endless, which made him feel pressured.

Taking care of the loss of the other, the red fire has already covered the ink river, and for a while, the red light was flourishing, and a ghost cried wolf, and in the blink of an eye, the ink river turned into nothingness.