The Zen staff is a symbol of status, especially important for Buddhism, ordinary monks can't hold such a thing at all, not to mention, the one in the hands of the demon shadow, ignoring the color, can be regarded as the same style as the Tang monk of the Journey to the West.

Even the Demon Descending Pestle and Crescent Shovel, which are just almost condensed phantoms, can exert such extraordinary power.

Then this Zen staff must be stronger.

I just don't know if it has anything to do with the one held in the hand of the female ghost.

"It's really the Three Ming King Sutra. The monk's face was extremely ugly, I don't know if it was because of excessive blood loss or because of something else.

Seeing that the two teammates were puzzled, the monk did not hide it and told what he knew. "In the Sutra of the Three Ming Kings, there are many Buddhist martial arts, but the most powerful supernatural power is none other than three heads and six arms. ”

"The supreme Buddha soldier can be summoned from the void, and he can hold it with six arms, and his power is infinite. ”

The strong man carefully looked at the female ghost's nearly 1,000 arms, and his face was full of horror. "Damn, how many layers of three heads and six arms has she cultivated?"

"Your Buddhists have hundreds of layers of exercises?"

Monk:.........

As if the sound of flesh and blood being pierced sounded, the demon pestle was deeply trapped in Lin Hu's claws hundreds of meters in size, but the demon shadow did not go deeper, not because he didn't want to, but he couldn't, just heard a crisp sound, starting from the tip, the demon pestle shattered inch by inch, and pieces of black and red fragments flew out in all directions, leaving bottomless holes in the ground.

The crescent moon shovel bounced high and flew into the fiery demon cloud, cutting a long crack, then shattering into powder and disappearing between heaven and earth.

The black shadow that was hundreds of meters high suddenly embraced Lin Hu's claws with his two free hands.

The strength penetrated the body, and the almost condensed body of the demon shadow was mostly scattered by Lin Hu's huge force, and the Zen staff that was originally feared by Lin Hu was easily broken by Lin Hu's claw, and the lower half of the body that disappeared with the demon shadow was completely shattered, without exerting the slightest bit of power.

And the remaining body of the demon shadow hung on its claws like this, following Lin Hu's front paws and slamming into the female ghost on the ground.

The three people in the distance retreated again and again, and the vacuum ripples in front of them were filled, which was formed by the shock wave that was too powerful to be defeated, and the power contained in it made these powerhouses who were originally the top of the human race shocked.

In the midst of a loud bang, the female ghost held a Zen staff and flew out far away, Lin Hu was like a shadow at will, and his supernatural powers were retracted, and he jumped out.

The red firelight was covered, Lin Hu suddenly raised his head, and a bowl with a radius of hundreds of meters was aimed at Lin Hu, who was jumping high, and under the hood, the black bowl body continued to devour the moonlight split by the crescent shovel, shining with lines like reliefs.

Without waiting for Lin Hu to see the direction of the lines, all the lines gathered together, and on the round bowl wall, he turned into a black demon king, he had a fierce face, three heads and six arms, holding various divine weapons, and the black shadow with an unrecognizable face before was seven or eight points similar to it.

"King Ming, King Ming. A grand voice sounded from the bowl, and it was the demon king who seemed to be embossed in the bowl, and with this sound, he actually walked out of the bowl.

"Town. ”

The ground sank more than ten zhang, and the black brilliance spread, and the ground under Lin Hu's feet turned into the most pure black in an instant, and it was the bowl, which had already enveloped Lin Hu in its entirety.

"King Ming, King Ming. The Black Demon King's mouth continued to let out an angry roar, and as the roar began, the Demon Shadow's body grew larger and larger, and began to become more and more condensed.

At the same time, the three people who were standing at a very distance to watch the battle were horrified to see that in the center of the fiery demon clouds in the sky, the cracks cut by the crescent shovel became bigger and bigger, and the moonlight like a pillar projected onto the bowl, making the huge bowl bigger and bigger, more and more condensed.

And that mighty tiger has been contained in this ever-growing bowl.

Is moonshine so useful?

Is this the root of this ghost king's struggle with the tiger king for dominance in the sky?

"Monk?" the strong man shouted, looking sideways at his companion.

But he saw a monk dressed in gold, who seemed to be doing something, but before the strong man could speak again, the monk spurted out a mouthful of reverse blood, and he fell to the sky. "Poor monk, not enough practice, poof~"

Fooled, this female ghost is so deceitful, using a Zen staff to attract her attention, making herself think that the Zen staff is the strongest weapon, but she didn't expect that the other party's real magic power is from the most inconspicuous bowl among these countless weapons.

This bowl is really real.

At this time, Lin Hu naturally didn't think that this was something that was summoned, no matter whether it was the breath or the material, and even the Ming King Demon Shadow in it, it showed that this bowl was far stronger than the village that was destroyed by Lin Hu before.

And this demon shadow is far stronger than the demon shadow summoned by the female ghost before.

"King Ming, King Ming. With a roar of rage, the Demon Shadow raised six muscle knots, and with extremely strong arms, he grabbed the weapon he held in it and smashed it down on Lin Hu's head.

Why did you grow up eating repeaters?

Lin Hu complained in his heart, but he also had to raise his front paws to meet it, it was rare to have such an interesting opponent, and it was not bad to have a fight, and it was also a kind of fun.

Boom, boom, the sound of a blunt object hitting the flesh sounded in the bowl, the crescent moon shovel bounced open, and the demon pestle smashed down on the head.

"King Ming, Ming...."Before the demon shadow could finish shouting his lines, Lin Hu slapped the face of the opponent's left head, leaving five extremely deep and wide furrows on his big black face.

The roar grew more and more angry, and in the bowl, it was almost deafening. "King Ming, ....... Ming"

Lin Hu was unmoved, followed by another combination punch that broke through the sound barrier, punching to the flesh, palming the opponent's head, completely pasting the opponent's face.

The three heads of the demon shadow were directly shattered by this set of combination fist fans, and the lines that were not shouted twice made the other party even more angry, and the raging black flames ignited from behind the opponent, and the divine whip that was tens of meters long smashed straight down at Lin Hu's head, and his mouth was still persevering. "King Ming, Ming ......"

As always, he didn't scream, Lin Hu slapped another set of combination punches on his face, and the two heads that had been shattered just now completely turned into pieces.

"Scream!"

"Ming Wang ........." slapped his face with a slapping sound, hitting the two heads that had just grown, and along with the face in the center, he also fanned out the ravine.

"Keep yelling!"

The sound of "Ming ......" continued to sound, and the two heads that had just grown were smashed again.

"Scream!"

The demon shadow refused to speak, the black flames on his body became more and more powerful, and the various magic weapons in his six hands aimed at Lin Hu's body, and smashed his head.