The layman looks at the liveliness, and the insider looks at the doorway!

The battle between Wu Xiong and Monk Jueming seemed to be thrill-free, but the real masters saw that every action of both sides was a line of life and death.

Of course, even the layman could feel the heavy pressure from the solemn expressions of both sides, and everyone held their breath.

This battle was not a normal battle in the first place.

When the monk Jueming stood firm apart and forced over, Wu Xiong angrily glanced at Wang Fool under the ring, he knew that it was Wang Fool under the ring who was responsible for the success and failure just now.

And now, things are getting complicated.

Monk Jueming was obviously really angry.

If it was an ordinary martial arts master, Wu Xiong would not take it to heart if he was really angry, the problem is, Jueming is a monk, Jueming is not a monk of wine and meat, let alone a monk who only knows how to deceive good men and women to collect money, he is a monk who cultivates, a monk who can kill demons and eliminate demons

Jue Ming was furious.

Jue Ming didn't expect Wu Xiong to be so despicable, just to look at his face, he used the means of sneak attack, if it wasn't for the loud shout just now to make him return to a trace of clarity, even if he was immortal, he would have to take off a layer of skin.

"Amitabha!" Monk Jueming stood less than two meters in front of Wu Xiong and stopped his body, and said after announcing a Buddha name like a bell: "Donor, the sea of bitterness is boundless, and it is the shore to turn back!" ”

Wu Xiong's body stood still, his face blank.

In the past, when Wu Wanguo's father and son were there, Wu Xiong could be said to be unknown, but now, Wu Xiong has become the pillar of the comeback of the entire Wu family.

Wu Xiong knows very well that he can't be defeated, if he loses, not only will he never be able to come out again, but the entire Wu family will also decline.

The most direct impact of Wu Xiong's defeat is that the hundreds of millions of funds obtained from the sale of the New Oriental Martial Arts School will be divided among this huge family, and the seven aunts and eight aunts will each share millions of dollars, and after losing this fund, it means that the Wu family will no longer have the capital to make a comeback.

If Wu Xiong wins, then he can use the money and let it be spent on the investment to revive the Wu family......

……

Although the Sun Mountain Martial Arts Conference was held in a hurry, Wu Xiong spent countless efforts, and in order to achieve the final victory, he even did not hesitate to awaken the evil spirit - the black-clothed head descending master raised ghosts.

The black-clothed head lowering master can be described as an extremely rare method of raising ghosts, using the skull of the head descending master or the practitioner to make the yin card, blessing 7 seven seven forty-nine days, the ghost is cultivated, the spirit is successful, this kind of yin card ghost, powerful, each one is unique, because of the reduction of the head lowering master, this kind of big ghost is extremely rare, not a very deep fate, it is impossible to invite.

The way to distinguish the true and false is this kind of head lowering master yin card, there will be a great physical reaction in the hand, such as, dizziness, nausea, headache, stomach pain, numbness all over the body, local numbness, rapid heartbeat, etc., spiritual power is extraordinary.

The black-clothed head master raises ghosts, using people who die in vain, people who die unnaturally, their skulls or body tissues to make zuò yin cards, which are also very rare, the price is expensive, and fate is needed to be respectful, and the daughter is rare, and the skull or scalp of the deceased is generally used to make zuò, which is extremely precious. A few people will have a great physical reaction when they see it.

In order to raise ghosts, Wu Xiong spent a lot of money, not to mention, but also found another strange way, personally tortured and mutilated a cultivator who had no grievances, took his skull, and let the resentful spirit stagger, forming the color of heavy ink, and pondering it into thirty-six ink beads.

Because the lord of the skull picked by the demon ink bead has been tortured in front of him, and his anger is released, which can prevent the evil spirit from hurting the enemy.

This kind of ghost raising has been out of the category of normal ghost raising, and the risk is also very great, once out of control, the person who raises ghosts may be controlled by the ghosts raised, because, between the two, there is no zài offering, but an unforgettable hatred, and the power of evil spirits also originates from this hatred.

In order to turn hatred into power, the black-clothed head descender will not erase the memory of the evil spirit master, which makes the evil spirit master remember the process of being tortured, and this memory makes the power of the evil spirit stronger and stronger, hoping to surpass the master's power one day and eat the master......

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It was precisely because the power of the evil spirit was too great that the moment the monk Jueming stepped into the ring, he sensed the evil qi on Wu Xiong's body.

Since ancient times, good and evil have not been separated.

"Master, it's useless to talk too much, let's fight!"

Wu Xiong was afraid that Monk Jueming would expose his secret, so he snorted coldly and strode towards Monk Jueming, at this time, the two were less than two meters apart, just one step, and the distance between the two disappeared.

"Fight!"

Monk Jueming had a look of anger on his face, and to Wu Xiong's surprise, he didn't retreat, but instead stretched his five fingers and grabbed Wu Xiong.

"Monk, you have thrown yourself into the net, but you can't blame me!"

Wu Xiong was overjoyed when he saw that Monk Jueming actually grabbed it with his five fingers, and immediately reached out and grabbed it, and the thirty-six bone beads on his wrist emitted a dark light, which made people palpitate.

"Lang Lang Qiankun, and can be glorious and evil!"

Monk Jueming shouted violently, his arm was open, and with a "peng" sound, the ebony Buddha beads on his neck suddenly broke off, and one hundred and eight Buddha beads made a "whoosh" sound in the air, falling on the ring like rain.

"Not good!"

Wu Xiong felt that his body was surrounded by a majestic aura, and he knew that it was not good, so he hurriedly withdrew his hand and retreated.

It's late!

The one hundred and eight ebony Buddha beads formed a one hundred and eight monks' vajra array in the air, completely enveloping the evil spirits on Wu Xiong's body.

With a "collapse", the ink-colored bone bead on Wu Xiong's wrist was also broken, and it fell into the ring with a thunderbolt......

……

Everyone didn't understand what was happening, not even a group of masters, but they saw that the two of them in the ring were first ready to make contact, and then suddenly retreated, and then, the black beads on both of them fell on the ring, making a crisp sound like beads falling on a jade plate.

However, in the eyes of the cultivators who opened the eyes of heaven, it was a different scene.

Su Xue, Wang Du, and Wang Hanchao all stood up one after another, looking at the ring with a shocked expression.

They saw that an evil spirit roared heart-rending in the ring, constantly clashing in the ring, and the one hundred and eight ebony Buddha beads emitted a pale cyan Buddha light, tightly wrapping the evil spirit, rushing to kill each other, although it was formless and substantial, it was extremely tragic.

At this time, Monk Jueming and Wu Xiong were both urging the beads, and the two sides seemed to be evenly matched, and beads of sweat rolled down their foreheads, with a cold face.

"Peng!"

"Peng!"

"Peng!"

"Peng!"

……

Just when Wang was thinking about whether to help Monk Jueming, suddenly, more than a hundred beads in the ring made a series of popping sounds, like firecrackers, and for a while, smoke and dust filled the air.

Wang Stupid looked sluggish, he didn't expect that the more than 100 Buddha beads would actually burn with the evil spirit jade.

"Poof......

Monk Jueming suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his fat body retreated again and again, and sat on the ground with a "snap".

"Ahh

Wu Xiong watched the evil spirit bone beads he had worked so hard to refine being destroyed by Monk Jueming, he looked up to the sky and let out a roar of grief and indignation, clenched his fists, and stared at a pair of blood-red eyes and pressed towards Monk Jueming step by step.

"Donor, put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot...... Monk Jueming struggled to stand up, shaky, although his face was haggard, but it was faintly revealing the Buddha's light.

"God blocks and kills God, Buddha blocks and kills Buddha!" Wu Xiong was murderous.

"Donor......" Monk Jueming looked up at Wu Xiong with a peaceful expression.

"Wu Xiong, stop!" Wang Stupid shouted under the ring.

"Wang stupid, I'll settle accounts with you when I go back!" Wu Xiong smiled evilly.

"Monk, you lost, lie down!" Wang Du was suddenly anxious, at this time, he had already seen that after the monk Jueming controlled the one hundred and eight Buddha beads and the evil spirit jade, he had run out of oil and dried up, while Wu Xiong was different, because the evil spirit he raised had independent combat power, and he didn't need to spend much strength to control it.

"Thank you for your kindness. I Buddha is compassionate, I don't go to hell who goes to hell, Amitabha! Monk Jueming clasped his hands together and pronounced a Buddha name.

"Master, I'll overtake you today!"

"Stop!"

In a hurry, the king suddenly jumped into the ring.

It's late.

At the moment when Wang Du jumped up, Wu Xiong had already made a move, and his lightning-like iron fist blew up a gust of wind and hit Monk Jueming's chest directly.

"Click, click......"

In the midst of a series of palpitating fractures, Wu Xiong's fist shattered, shattering the hands of Monk Jueming, and then landed on his chest.

Suddenly, time and space seemed to freeze, and thousands of people stood up.

Monk Jueming did not have the slightest pain on his face, but looked at Wu Xiong with a flat face.

"Donor, you are terminally ill, and the monk can't save you."

"Humph!"

Wu Xiong snorted coldly, glared fiercely at Wang Du, who was standing beside Monk Jueming, turned around and walked away.

"Thank you, little brother." Monk Jueming turned his head slightly to look at Wang Fool.

"Why are you doing this?" Wang Du looked at the monk Jueming with a purple and golden face, he knew that this monk was already returning to the light at this time, and he was powerless to return to the sky.

"The little brother is a person with wise roots, but it's a pity that the monk can't accompany you to drink wine and eat meat in a big bowl."

"You're a wine and meat monk!" Wang Fool's arm grabbed the arm of Monk Jueming and spent a trace of aura, but it had no effect, because the monk's eight veins of the strange meridian had been broken.

"Hehe, little brother, don't you think that all monks are cheating and drinking, and they only know how to collect money?" Monk Jueming smiled slightly.

"Master......" Wang Fool's face showed respect.

"There is a way that if I don't go to hell, who will go to hell! Little brother, let go of me. ”

Monk Jueming sat down slowly, a pair of smashed palms slowly closed together, and a pair of copper bell-like eyes gradually closed, and the law was solemn.

"Uncle!"

"Master!"

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Just as Monk Jueming slowly sat down, a group of monks ran into the ring one after another, with anxious expressions on their faces.

"Don't panic. The world is impermanent, and only monks can be liberated. Monk Jueming opened his eyes again and glanced at everyone.

The expressions on the faces of the group of monks calmed down, and they all lowered their heads and chanted around Monk Jueming.

"Monk, I have drunk wine and eaten meat all my life, and at most there are two relics, when the time comes, one will be given to this little brother, and the other will be left in Shaolin Temple."

After Monk Jueming finished speaking, he slowly closed his eyes, and at this time, a group of monks who had burst into tears surrounded Monk Jueming chanting scriptures, and the scene was extremely solemn.

Monk Jueming passed away.

Wang Stupid looked at the lifeless monk Jueming, and was in a daze......