At this moment, Zhang Yu has almost taken out all his skills. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info is thunder again, and fire again. He also knows that his opponent is powerful, and even if he goes all out, he may not be able to win against him.

There was thunder in the air, followed by a thunderbolt on a sunny day.

"Bang!" "Bang!" ......

Lightning slashed down from the air, and Zhang Yu was ready to go.

Seeing this, the great monk's face remained unchanged, and he just proclaimed the Buddha's name, "Amitabha!"

"Bold junior, dare to make such a mistake! Let you taste the old man's robe and subdue demon powers!" The great monk's original kind eyebrows and kind eyes disappeared at this moment, revealing a hideous color.

I saw him wave his big hand, and the robe that was originally blocking him was suspended directly above his head. The unfolded robe, like a huge flying carpet, began to rotate non-stop, and he pointed forward sharply, and the robe shone towards Zhang Yu like an overwhelming one.

As for himself, he clasped his hands together and kept chanting in his mouth, "Mumbling no Amitabha...... Amitabha Buddha ...... Amitabha Buddha ......"

The thunder and lightning falling in the sky, the target was originally him, but the result was good, but they fell beside him one by one, just a few feet away, but it was difficult to touch the slightest.

"Hoo ......"

The robe set off layers of waves, and in this wave, there was first a dark red air current, and in the dark red air flow, a black fog appeared, and in the fog, six bloody human heads appeared. These six heads were extremely hideous, with round eyes and grinning teeth, as if they were going to eat people.

When Zhang Yu saw this, his heart was shocked, the dark red airflow was resentment, and the black fog that came out of it was evil energy, and the six heads that appeared were full of murderous energy.

The three currents are intertwined, giving a desperate suffocation.

The most important thing is not this, but the six heads, which Zhang Yu has seen. Aren't they the six dead men lying in the chamber? Among them, He Shuaiqi, Zhang Yu remembers it most clearly.

Why there are phantoms of these six heads in the robe, Zhang Yu doesn't know the mystery, and he also doesn't have time to think about it.

Because he knew how powerful this robe wast, the robe was overwhelming, and the wind was surging. Once you are covered by this robe, you will surely die. If you want to run now, it's too late, and no matter how you run, you can't outrun this thing.

Previously, Zhang Yu just thought that this robe was a defensive magic weapon, although it was powerful, it should not hurt people. Now he knew that he was wrong, this thing was not only able to defend, but also very powerful in attack, far better than the other magic weapons of the great monk.

"I'll fight with you!"

Since you can't hide, you can only fight.

"Puff puff ......" "Pat smack!" ......

Fireballs, lightning bolts, hit the robe.

The lightning disappeared as if it had been swallowed by a robe. The fireball that hit the robe instantly shattered, setting off bursts of sparks.

Zhang Yu's attacks all failed, and in an instant, the robe came to the top of Zhang Yu's head.

"Hoo ......"

Resentment, evil, murderous, and despairing. Zhang Yu felt dizzy, as if three air currents had seeped into his mind at once.

"Ah......h

Zhang Yu screamed in pain, and at this critical juncture, he hurriedly bit the tip of his tongue, barely cleared his mind, and then took out a blue rune paper, which was a blue wind talisman.

The blue rune paper is rarely used by Zhang Yu, mainly because it consumes too much. But now I can't control so much, life and death, even if it is death, I have to exhaust all my strength.

The wind talisman between Zhang Yu's fingers pointed to the top of his head, and turned into a cloud of flying ash with a "poof".

"Hoo ......"

Immediately afterwards, a gust of wind was set off around Zhang Yu, and this wind came from bottom to top, like a wind on the flat ground, like a tornado.

The fierce wind hit the robe, and the robe, which was less than half a meter away from Zhang Yu's top door, could be more than two meters high.

Zhang Yu hurriedly lifted his true qi and strangled the three air currents that poured into his body, and the spiritual platform was clear in an instant.

However, the robe above his head did not seem to be reconciled, and was pressing down with all his might, whirling with the wind that was propping up below.

"Bang!"

Just when Zhang Yu was confronting the robe and the air current, he didn't notice that the great monk had already picked up the tin staff on the ground and threw it.

The tin staff was like a dragon, and when it shot in front of Zhang Yu, it was too late to dodge.

Zhang Yu was directly hit, his body was thrown backwards, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, "Poof......"

"Amitabha! Ignorant junior, it's a big deal for me! Today, the old man will take your life!" The great monk stretched out his hand again, and shouted in his mouth: "The robe has the magic power to subdue demons!"

The robe, which was originally entangled with the wind, moved instantly at this moment and rushed towards Zhang Yu.

"I think you're a demon!" Zhang Yu shouted angrily.

Although he didn't know what the spells of the Buddhist family were, the magic power on the robe of the great monk could never be the magic of the Buddhist family.

"If there is no demon, there will be no Buddha, the devil is the Buddha, the Buddha is the devil!

The robe was already close to Zhang Yu, and Zhang Yu knew in his heart that if he was covered by the robe again, it would be difficult for him to resist. In a hurry, he remembered something, lying on the ground, he suddenly took out a mirror and pointed it at the great monk.

"Brush!"

The golden light flashed, and Zhang Yu immediately slapped his left palm towards the great monk.

"Boom ......"

"No, ......" The great monk saw the thunder in his palm and wanted to resist, but unfortunately he unexpectedly found that his body couldn't move.

That's right, the magic weapon that Zhang Yu took out was the soul mirror.

"Poof!"

Broken bones, blurred flesh and blood.

The robe, because of the death of the great monk, fell and fell at Zhang Yu's feet.

"Heh......"

A smile appeared on Zhang Yu's face, "This thing still works!"

He picked up the mirror, then grabbed the robe from the ground.

The robe is full of evil spirit, full of resentment, full of evil spirit, full of murderous energy.

"What is this, such an evil ......" Zhang Yu muttered, and immediately felt the robe with his heart and eyes.

"Brush!"

In front of Zhang Yu's eyes, such a scene emerged.

A cloud of blood mist, six heads floating in the blood mist, and He Shuaiqi's head was among them. Their eyes were red, and their mouths were screaming in despair.

In addition to these six heads, there was also a red phantom in the blood mist. This phantom is cross-legged, and those resentments seem to be emanating from this phantom.

In an instant, Zhang Yu seemed to understand something.

"Formation...... It's the previous formation...... This bald donkey is simply using the lives of these seven people to bless the Dharma weapon...... There's absolutely nothing wrong with that...... Seven Kills...... Resentment, anger, murder, despair...... It all started here......"

Thinking of this, Zhang Yu's heart trembled again, and he couldn't help but secretly call it a fluke.

Obviously, this robe has not yet been refined, because it has not beheaded Xiao Mingshan. Otherwise, the power will definitely be even stronger than it is now, and if so, I am afraid that I will not be able to use the soul mirror.