"Amitabha! Thank you, little friend!" This was the second time the old monk thanked him, and his expression still did not show the meaning of sadness and joy. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"You... What kind of means is that!" Like a hen that has been caught, the third of the three evil cultivators has a unique voice, and the second eldest and second brother who is about to pull him to retreat wake up.

These two brothers hate them to death, and the third brother lacks heart! At this time, if you want to win some blood, you still have to run away first.

Sure enough, the old monk's beads were scattered and hit, and each one turned into a big bucket, spinning, emitting a rich Buddha light, like a golden sun.

In the face of the extremely restrained force, the three brothers could only grit their teeth and continue to destroy the natal magic weapon that was already somewhat damaged. This matter has no choice, if you want to run, someone has to break it, or you should work hard.

The small bowl showed its original appearance, it was a skull, and the white and black beads were even more eyeballs, and as for the leather cord, a woman's skin appeared in front of the person, but it was really just that the skin had no flesh and blood, and the eyes were two black holes.

A kind of resentful laughter came out of the skin, and as the three brothers shouted, the skull entered the skin, and the scalp was as smooth as the old monk, and suddenly a long black and shiny waist length hair grew. The eyeball drilled through the center of the skin and eyebrows, and a pair of affectionate and gentle eyes grew into the two empty eye sockets.

Neither the old monk nor Lu Fei interrupted the casting process of the three brothers casting such strange spells, but Qin Wanru and Senior Sister Bottler were eager to try. Qin Wanru, as a monk of the Jiedan, the level of the martial arts is not low, and the powerful secret art killer naturally has it, and Senior Sister Bottler is even more equipped with all kinds of powerful talismans, forbidden weapons and other items given by her father, this is a mobile battery. But the actions of the two were vetoed by Lu Fei with a slight shake of his head, who called these three brothers ghost monks.

"Injustice. "The monk Lu Fei in the secular world has seen most of the people with quite good character, and only those who are guilty of themselves will enter the Buddha in order to avoid the pursuit of the government will put on the guise of a monk and do evil. Lu Fei, a Buddhist monk in the cultivation realm, really hadn't been in contact with each other. At this time, in the face of this evil incarnation, the old monk could not hide a little sadness on his face, was he sighing for a beautiful life that could not enjoy everything in this world and could only fall into darkness, be tortured, and not be reborn?

"It should be said that it is miserable! You can actually do it with such a beautiful female monk? What makes me even more disdainful is that this should be your blood relatives!" Lu Fei was already thinking about how to concoct these three well-dressed beasts, and being an evil cultivator to be able to do this was really challenging Lu Fei's endurance limit.

"That's right, this is our sister, the sister of a compatriot. If not, how can we refine this netherworld body, the old bald donkey will let you see what it means to be a Buddha one foot tall and one foot tall!" The three brothers were proud, and after speaking, they pointed at this inflatable doll without a thread. The latter instantly pounced on the old monk, and here he was the biggest threat.

The three evil cultivators themselves joined hands to surround Lu Fei and his two senior sisters. Don't look at the fact that the three of them seem to be doing things very freely, but in fact, they are very painful in their hearts, and they use the Netherworld Evil Body, which will make their natal magic weapon spiritually lost. If you want to restore the loss this time, plus restore the expelled ghostly energy, don't even think about it for thirty or fifty years.

Qin Wanru's Lotus Ancient Treasure released with the help of the surrounding rich Buddha light, showing amazing defensive power, and a golden lotus phantom protected Lu Fei and the three of them, before the ghosts and ghosts released by the three evil cultivators came into contact with the golden lotus phantom bottle, a silver-white talisman in Senior Sister's hand turned into a ball of silver light and flew out.

A few miserable screams, the unlucky three evil cultivator brothers, there were more than a dozen blood holes on their bodies, but Senior Sister Bottle'er only cultivated this talisman during the foundation building period, but she only relied on the power of the talisman itself to meet the enemy and could not guide it, otherwise she would not have been avoided by the experienced three people at a critical moment.

Lu Fei couldn't help but shrink his neck, what a powerful sword intent! More than a dozen blood holes were not only physical damage to the body, but there was a trace of cold power on the wound, like a bud that broke out of the seed and slowly expanded and expanded.

Countless ghosts and ghosts have finally come into contact with the golden lotus phantom, and in the face of such a good opponent who gives gifts to the door, where will Lu Fei have a reason to refuse.

The six vortices opened out, like a bottomless deep pool, devouring everything, and Senior Sister Wanru fully supported the golden lotus phantom to meet countless attacks, but she waited for a long time without any reaction. Turning his attention was the stunned three evil cultivator brothers, and in a moment the ghosts and ghosts they had accumulated for more than two hundred years disappeared.

It doesn't make sense! Even if you meet a fourth-order Buddhist monk who has condensed the vajra relics, there are tens of thousands of spirits and ghosts of the grade, and it is not possible to eliminate or surpass them in a while, and the three brothers' tens of thousands of spirits and ghosts are well-selected, either the souls of the monks killed by them, or the spirits of demon beasts, not the garbage that goes to the secular world to kill people and pile them up. How did this kid in the foundation building period who was very skilled in alchemy do it?

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