Sun Zhimiao came to the side of the foreign monk and stretched out his palm again to pat it!

His consciousness swept away, the foreign monk was stunned, the white light flashed, seeing that his soul was pure and his soul was strong, he said in his heart: "If you swallow the foreign monk, the ghost can recover from the weak state, hehe......"

This foreign monk has cultivated to the realm of second-grade visions, as long as the ghost can swallow the soul of this foreign monk, he can improve a realm, so he must not let this monk escape.

Sun Zhimiao's palm collided with the body of the foreign monk, making a sound of striking iron.

I saw that the monk's robe on Monk Yang's body bulged gently, like an inflatable ball protecting his body in it, and Monk Yang said in his heart: "Fortunately, this monk's robe is a magic weapon that can be defended, otherwise my life is in danger." ”

"Balo Bolo Li ......" Thinking of this, the foreign monk recites the Buddha's recipe lightly. In an instant, ten scriptures appeared on his body, and a layer of metallic luster appeared.

Seeing that this fierce and powerful palm had no effect, Sun Zhimiao frowned, and said coldly: "It's just a dying struggle!"

The foreign monk slapped his palms on the ground, and his body bounced out like a leather ball.

Sun Zhimiao grabbed it violently, and only caught an afterimage of the foreign monk.

The pale-faced Sun Zhimiao sneered and said, "You can't escape from the palm of my hand, stinky monk, accept your fate!"

The foreign monk's face turned pale, and he secretly screamed in his heart that it was not good.

At this time, the serpentine ghost, with its eyes closed, exploded in an illusion, enveloping all the passengers in the carriage.

The passengers showed a look of horror on their faces, and one by one they fell to the ground, fainting and dying in the carriage.

"Grandma's. Monk Yang was furious in his heart, knowing that he couldn't escape, and then said loudly: "Even if you die, you will be seriously injured." “

"Something that doesn't take it easy. Sun Zhimiao smiled.

The foreign monk, reciting the Buddha's recipe lightly, a vajra knife rose out of his bosom and fell into his hand.

At this time, the ghost's eyes flashed, and he stretched out his hands and turned into a huge black ball, protecting Sun Zhimiao tightly.

The foreign monk's vajra knife slashed at the black ball, creating a dazzling spark.

He reached out to the open car door, but what he touched was the cold wall, oh my god!

The foreign monk's attack did not hurt the ghost at all, and when he touched the black ball, the bullet flew out and hit the wall of the car, and the injury was even more serious.

"As long as the ghost eats you, he will definitely be able to break through the current realm. Sun Zhimiao laughed.

"Lean" the foreign monk gritted his teeth, and his face showed a look of despair.

Monk Yang looked at it, and only a young man with a calm and handsome face was still standing in the carriage.

After a while, the young man smiled slightly: "I've disturbed the two of you, my name is Lin Fan." “

The pale Sun Zhimiao glanced at the young man, and then, his eyes lit up, his divine sense swept away, and then he was slightly stunned, and he felt a trace of the spirit ghost's white breath fluctuating.

The spirit ghost that has been kept in captivity in Foti Temple for decades is white, and the young man in front of him can actually make it recognize the master, he must be a master of cultivation, as a cautious and timid demon cultivator, plus his injury has not healed, he just wants to escape as soon as possible at this moment.

Lin Fan sealed with both hands, sacrificed a piece of talisman paper, and shouted softly in his mouth: "Three-grade magic talisman, broken!"

A violent spiritual power was released from the rune paper, and like a hurricane, it swept the entire carriage, and the negative energy in the carriage was swept away!

The ghost behind Sun Zhimiao screamed, and it was directly crushed by the huge spiritual power and dissolved in the air.

"There's a play, hehe...... It's a heaven-shattering road. Monk Yang's heart moved, his eyes lit up, the ghosts were removed, and the lifeless carriage suddenly returned to brightness.

Lin Fan, this ordinary male name, was deeply remembered by the foreign monks.

Sun Zhimiao thought of something at this moment, his eyes were lowered, the corners of his mouth were raised, his face showed a look of hope, and he said with a smile: "Senior Lin, that spirit ghost is white, the old man gave it to you, please let me live, okay?"