Lu Mengbo, who had been silently following the back of the team, seemed to finally can't stand Zhang Yun's always skeptical attitude, just after Zhishan finished telling all the experiences of his acquaintance with Zhang Yun in a word, when Zhang Yun's face still had no obvious expression change, the little girl rushed to the front and stopped in front of Zhang Yun. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Hey, just like you, or a character who has been in the realm of immortals?" Lu Mengbo's tone was full of deep disdain, "Thanks to my uncle's respect for you, thanks to the two sisters who have always been in love with you, and even more thanks to the dignified contemporary ascetics of Longjue Temple from the land of Xuanzhi and Xuanzhi, the contemporary ascetics have been talking to you here for a long time, and you still don't believe it, right? I just want to delay time and find a way to get rid of us, right? Cowardly as a mouse, I really want to doubt whether you are the Zhang Yun who dominates the world." ”

Lu Mengbo's voice was crisp, and although he spoke extremely fast, he was also extremely clear. She didn't dare to interrupt her time for Tang Luoran or Li Yuelian, so the connection between words was extremely tight.

"My ancestor is the painting demon Lu Lisheng, whether you believe it or not, this girl's eyes want to see who is disguised and who is not, it will never be wrong. The two sisters are definitely themselves, and who can imitate the wise eyes of the best monk? Could it be that it can still be his master? Do you believe it or not, but now the flow of qi has changed, and we have been 'going against the qi', if you still hold the distrust of us, then the next ten or nine times out of ten will be the end of all death, if you don't believe it, you can let the monk see. ”

After Lu Mengbo finished speaking, his little hand was inserted on his waist, he turned his face with a "hum", and walked back to the position at the end of his team with his head held high.

Zhang Yun didn't pick up Lu Mengbo's words, nor did he show any expression, and the atmosphere was extremely embarrassing for a while.

"The sound of scratching the wall?" "Zhishan suddenly broke the silence.

Zhang Yun let out a low shout of "let go", forcibly shook off Tang Luoran and Li Yuelian's arms, and took out a small dagger that was no more than four inches long from his arms and began to draw it on the stone bricks on the ground.

Tang Luoran and Li Yuelian knew their husband's habits very well, and they already understood what Zhang Yun was doing when they saw what Zhang Yun was pulling on the ground. The thunder god state that Tang Luoran had always maintained suddenly rose to the extreme, and Li Yuelian's whole person's aura gradually disappeared from the scene, as if this woman who was in front of everyone was actually a phantom that did not exist here.

Lu Mengbo was dragged by Tang Luoran to Zhang Yun's side, and the pupils of the supreme monk gradually grew golden, and he began to explore the source of this sudden slight sound with the extreme of his discernment.

"The thing that scratches the wall is called a ghost dragon. Zhang Yun suddenly stopped rowing on the ground and stood up, looking directly at Zhishan who had just closed his eyes, "Monk, is there a way out?"

Lu Mengbo also looked at Zhishan with a nervous expression, because when she was concentrating on observing the flow of the qi machine with all her strength, she found that the qi that was originally flowing in all directions in this brightly lit passage suddenly stopped that strange flow, but this stop was a complete stop, as if this passage had become a dead end.

"There is no way out, only a tricky way. "The supreme good doesn't dare to believe what he sees with his discerning eyes, it is the endless intention of death, that is the endless line representing death, there is no real way of life, the flow of good and evil is as if it was occupied by death in the moment just now.

Lu Mengbo trembled cautiously when he heard this, but Tang Luoran and Li Yuelian were even more silent. These two women have faced too many desperate situations, and their understanding of "desperate situations" and "death and rebirth" far exceeds that of Lu Mengbo, a little girl. What they are thinking about now has actually become very simple, that is, they can't leave Zhang Yun no matter what, and they have to fight with their lives to ensure the safety of their husbands.

It seems a bit silly, but it is a normal thing for Tang Luoran and Li Yuelian, because when this kind of scene is reversed, they know that Zhang Yun will definitely do more.

Everyone thought that the hope of surviving was infinitely close to zero, especially in the eyes of Tang Luoran and Li Yuelian, even their husband's calculations seemed to be halfway, so there was probably no need to think about anything more.

But Zhang Yun heard the difference, he suddenly smiled and said: "I kind of believe in you as a monk, a 'treacherous' road, right?"

Zhishan closed his eyes and palms, and the vajra method was condensed like substance, and after listening to Zhang Yun's words with a slight smile, he nodded slightly. He already understood why he saw the "tricky road", because the big brother Zhang Yun in front of him was not the true legend of the tricky way of the trick and the cunning?

Zhang Yun looked up to the sky and snorted, and then said: "The ghost dragon scratching the wall outside should be just a pioneer, and after a while, it will probably be able to come in with the change of the mechanism, I want to see your strength, if you can't kill this ghost dragon, then we will find a way to die later." ”

Tang Luoran smiled: "What about killing it?"

"After I kill him, I want you to help me save someone. Zhang Yun didn't promise to believe anything after he was killed, but he mentioned helping him save people. Who does he want to save? Of course, it is Yi Jian, and Yi Jianzhi has long been equivalent to life and death to Zhang Yun, so what does it mean when he entrusts Yi Jian's hope of life to one or several people?

Zhang Yun's meaning was self-evident, and Tang Luoran and Li Yuelian smiled at the same time.

At this time, Zhishan suddenly shouted the Buddha's name, and in a flash, he came to the wall to find the sound, so clear that it was like being in front of the wall next door, and his palms were folded together.

The heart-numbing wall seemed to be cooperating with the supreme goodness, and as the supreme palms were folded to the left and right, the wall suddenly sank into the ground, revealing the creature behind the wall.

A ghost dragon was obviously bigger than anything Zhang Yun had seen before.

Zhang Yun only roughly saw the shape of the ghost dragon, because too many things had happened at this moment.

The huge head of the sturdy ghost dragon had only rushed out a few feet away, as if it had hit the wall again, a solid wall, because it was a vajra statue from the ascetic monks of Longjue Temple in the land of mysteries and mysteries.

Zhishan also felt a strong intent to die and kill, which was the breath that had been boiled out for many years, and the madness that broke out only after someone had been oppressed by special means until this moment. He slapped his palms out and lifted them upward. The power of the Vajra Dharma is fully manifested under the push of the supreme good.

The ghost dragon, which definitely weighed more than 1,000 catties, was forced into the air by Zhishan, and was as flexible as it wanted to use its tail to wrap around Zhishan's bald head.

Who knew that the tip of the ghost dragon's tail moved, and he felt a sudden numbness all over his body, not only the movement of the tip of the tail, but also the whole body stiffened in the air. It couldn't see anything, but it could feel a very bright light and shadow in front of it, and then it tore at his scales with a speed it couldn't understand.

More than ten drops of ink dots seemed to have calculated the location of the ghost dragon's fall, and accurately pointed at the ghost dragon when it landed and did not turn over.

Immediately afterward, hundreds of lightning bolts blasted into the ghost dragon from all directions, and the rumbling thunder rolled through the passage, which could be heard from far and near.

Zhang Yun's eyes widened, and the corners of his lips showed a hint of an imperceptible smile.