Before Lao Dao could say anything more, he heard the monk on the other side interrupt: "Senior brother, now that you have lost all your Buddhist skills, you are powerless to stop us from accepting these two demons, and Master Yan, you are also seriously injured now, and you are not my opponent." Please all take a step back. ”

"There is a poor monk's daughter behind him, even if he can't stop it, he will never retreat." The old monk directly made his words clear, in fact, this "picking" is at most for Xiao Lang and Brother Orion, and everyone else knows this situation.

"I will not retreat from the trust of others to be loyal to others." The old words are simple and clear.

"In that case, then it's no wonder to me, do it!" The monk understood that the matter here could not be solved at will in three or two sentences, so he had already prepared to do it, but for the sake of his senior brother's face, what should be said still had to be said.

After that, he shook the Nine Treasures robe on his body, and the robe burst away like a golden flying sword.

Although the name of the [Reading Dharma Binding Demon] is called the Binding Demon, the effect of binding people is also good.

In the end, he is still a monk, not a cold-blooded person, and his starting moves have no offensive power, just to limit the actions of the three of them.

But Lao Dao was not one of those monsters who didn't even dare to turn his head, so he immediately flew his sword and slashed directly at the robe.

It's just that this trick is a flat slash in game terms.,Ordinary attacks.,Can't cut the robe at all.。

Don't look at the old way now that he is protecting his grandmother, but the fighting method with her just now used all his strength, and there was no mercy, resulting in the fact that now the old way is not only covered in injuries, but also the mana is almost exhausted, and the flying sword has been used with all his strength.

Not to mention that the original grade of the flying sword of the old way is not as high as the Nine Treasure Robe of the seventh rank of the ground level, and even if there is, it is impossible to block the magic power of the magic weapon with a simple flat slash.

The robe is originally an extremely soft thing, as long as you avoid the sharpness of the flying sword, you can completely attach mana, and use the robe to wrap the old flying sword and continue to move forward.

However, there was such a blocking time, which was enough for Lao Dao and Xiao Lang to avoid the control range of the [Mindfulness Binding Demon], and the old monk undoubtedly enjoyed the treatment of the monsters just now, and was tightly bound. He was completely incapable of participating in this battle, and it was impossible to hurt his senior brother if he stopped, so Lao Dao Xiao Lang was not in a hurry to save the old monk.

Seeing that the Nine Treasures robe restrained the senior brother, he asked his disciple to take care of the empty space, and he also knew that the robe could not trap the old way, so he received the supernatural powers, as for Xiao Lang, naturally he couldn't enter his eyes.

"Tai Chi gives birth to two instruments, Qiankun turns yin and yang, Yi sword, rise!"

Lao Dao puffed up the last bit of mana and sacrificed the ceremonial sword, but saw the black and white flying sword, one left and one right, if the galloping horse, the sword light passed by, ploughed the ground three feet, the sound boomed, and he went forward, and killed the monk.

The monk was not in a panic, he sacrificed a wooden fish the size of a fist, and it rose in the wind, and in a moment, it became a square zhang, no mallet sounded, a sound wave, visible to the naked eye, every time the old Taoist sword touched a sound wave, the speed was slowed down by a minute, until finally, with a wave of the big hand, the sword was bounced away.

"Hetian Infinite Sword Technique, but that's it!" After stopping the cold snort, he stopped looking at Lao Dao and strode towards his grandmother and the woman.

As the Yijian was bounced away, Lao Dao's chest was stuffy, and a mouthful of old blood spurted out of his mouth, and he fell to the ground in a state of malaise.

Xiao Lang wanted to step forward to help Lao Dao, but he was frozen by a Buddhist technique by other Putuo monks and couldn't move.

He looked at the hall in front of him and said loudly: "Demon girl, demon woman, don't be caught yet!" ”

The banshee didn't reply, just trying her best to maintain the white light curtain of the guard hall, just now after the delay of the old way, this white light curtain seemed to be a little more condensed, but Xiao Lang had no doubt that for the monk Zhizhi, it was nothing more than the difference between white paper and eggshell.

"Hmph, you're dreaming!" Grandma held on to a stone pier beside her and stood up: "If you tie your hands and be thrown into the lock demon tower, what's the difference between that and death." ”

"It has been fifty years since your sister sacrificed her life to save your life, but you still do not repent and continue to kill many innocent mortals for the sake of harming the world! This time, no one can save you. If it weren't for the master's words, you wouldn't even be qualified to be thrown into the Lock Demon Tower. He said sharply.

"Your master forced my sister to enter the Lock Demon Tower, and now, you, a bald thief, took advantage of the danger of others and attacked me, you Putuo are all shameless scum!" Although grandma's face is bloodless, her speech is still sharp.

"Demon, I didn't expect you to be unrepentant at this moment, look at this time, who else can save you!" After speaking, he covered the white light curtain with one palm.

I saw that the light curtain trembled, but it did not break.

Zhi was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect such a result, but he didn't care too much about the profound Dharma, and with another palm, although the light curtain was still not broken, it became a little thinner.

"It's interesting, but that's all!" After finishing speaking, his hands were sealed, and he didn't know what Buddhist magic he used, and the white light curtain broke in response.

The absolute beauty banshee snorted, two blood marks slipped from her ears, she could no longer support it, and sat down on the ground.

Ignoring the banshee, he directly took out a bowl-shaped magic weapon and buckled it on his grandmother's head.

Grandma still wanted to struggle, but she was stopped from using a Buddhist technique, and she couldn't move anymore.

It was like magic, but when I saw my grandmother fall with the bowl, her body became smaller and smaller, and finally she was completely taken in, and the bowl flew back into her hand.

"Enchantress, it's your turn!" There was no pity on his face, as if he was screwing on the assembly line, simply repeating the same action, during which he just breathed a sigh of relief and then buckled the bowl again.

But when I heard the "ding", the banshee's body seemed to be covered by something, and the bowl was actually bounced away.

Looking back, it turned out that Xiao Lang used the [Yunling Shield] on the banshee at this moment.

Xiao Lang just felt that the immobilization technique on his body had been removed. It's the old way, I don't know where the strength came from, and I broke this Buddhist technique.

At this time, grandma had already been included in the bowl, and seeing that the banshee was about to repeat the mistakes of the past, Xiao Lang understood that Lao Dao had used this strength on himself, and he must have known that he had some way to stop the bowl.

And the only thing in his body that can be called a means, apart from the [Five Ghost Spirit Jar], what else is there?

[Yun Ling Po] only has 25 points of damage, and there is no interruption effect, so it will definitely not have any effect on the stop, so there is only the hand of [Yun Ling Shield].

[Spirit Shield]: Gain a shield equivalent to 50 points of Qi and Blood

Although he heard a sound in the task bar and knew that Bacheng was himself who had triggered another task, Xiao Lang didn't have the kung fu to care about that now, and directly put the [Yunling Shield] on the banshee, and sure enough, the blocking was successful.

The monk's bowl can only take in some monsters who have no ability to resist, and it is not as powerful as the purple gold and red gourd of the King of the Golden Horn in "Journey to the West", the banshee is covered with a shield, and the bowl is naturally helpless.

"Old Dao, the rest can only depend on you." Xiao Lang thought silently in his heart, knowing that this was all he could do.

I didn't know that it was an old trickster, and I thought that it was the negligence of my disciples that caused such a result, so I scolded them a few words and made them optimistic about Xiao Lang.

As soon as he was about to turn around and continue to urge the bowl, he saw the old Dao covered in blood, and the whole person rose up, flying into the sky, and the Taoist robe was blowing without wind, as if the gods had descended to earth.

"Three talents, heaven and earth, Tianhe people are swords! Caijian, get up for me, get up! ”

For a while, the grass, trees, soil and stones around the old road were all swept up by the wind, and they were twisted into crumbs in a moment; An electric light suddenly fell from the sky, right in the middle of the old road, the light was dazzling, and people couldn't look at it directly, but seeing that the old way turned into a colorless sword, he was indomitable, leaving no way to retreat, and rushed towards Zhifei, but this sword light was covered with red blood.

"Yan doesn't come back, you're crazy!" Shocked, he didn't expect Lao Dao to be so desperate at this moment, and he didn't hesitate to spend his Shouyuan to send out the third form of the Hetian Wuji Sword Technique.

With this trick, it is not certain that he will not die, but Yan Buhui is dead.

There are a total of ten styles of Hetian Wuji Sword Technique, and the third type of sword is not the most powerful, but it is the most desperate.

With the sky as the medium, the earth as the guide, as a sword, a sword shot, is to rush into the enemy formation, there is death and no life.

Moreover, with Lao Dao's current state, it was not his almost exhausted mana that was consumed to attract the talent sword, but his longevity.

In the face of this sword to the death, he didn't dare to fight hard, and five or six magic weapons such as the Nine Treasures Robe, the wooden fish, etc., were sacrificed in one go, hoping to stop them for a moment.

A group of magic weapons based on gold, the moment they flew out, they looked quite spectacular, but under the sword of the old way, one by one, they were like the Jiujiang Bridge, and they couldn't stop it at all.

"[Dharma Prime Golden Body], [Proverbs Golden Bell], open it for me!" He knew that his magic weapons couldn't stop Lao Dao's fatal blow, but he didn't know that he couldn't even delay it for a moment, so he had to turn on the talisman and prepare to eat this blow.

The gold and red colors collided together, and the sound shook the sky, popping out bursts of qi waves like substance, shaking the people around them unable to stand, and they retreated one after another, only Xiao Lang, step by step, crawled towards the banshee - she was also shaken away by the qi wave, fortunately, in the direction of Xiao Lang's side.

After a long time, the dust and smoke dissipated, and both Zhi Zhi and Lao Dao were lying on the ground, their faces were as pale as paper, the only difference was that Zhi Zhi was constantly bleeding, and Lao Dao had no blood to shed

"Ahem, you won, but you also lost." stopped looking sluggish, but looked at the old way's eyes, with a kind of respect.

It is a kind of respect for "righteousness".

"You hold on for a few more moments at most, and if you have anything to say, this is your last time."

I understood that if it weren't for Lao Dao's serious injury, he would definitely not be his opponent, and now, although he was seriously injured and couldn't lift any mana, Lao Dao was also dying now, only to see him open his mouth to Xiao Lang, and before he could say anything, he passed out.

However, there are dozens of Buddhist disciples with sound combat power around the monk, what about Lao Dao's side?

"Uncle Shi, don't go over!"

It turned out to be empty, and the shackles of the doppelganger on his body had been freed from the serious injury of the stop, and now he had regained his free body, first looking at the banshee beside Xiao Lang, with three points of love, three points of guilt, three points of reluctance, one point of determination, I didn't know what to say silently, and then slowly walked towards the old way.

Although he lost all his martial arts, his seniority was there, except for the stop, no one dared to forcibly stop him, these Buddhist disciples could only persuade him loudly.

As if he hadn't heard, he walked step by step towards the old road, which was already unconscious.

"Senior brother, what are you going to do, he's dead!" Stop shouting.

"May I ...... in the next life" clasped his empty hands together, sat beside Lao Dao, as if there was no one else around, and said out loud.

"Not good! Stop, stop him! When he heard what he was going to do, his expression changed drastically, and he only hated himself for being powerless, so he could only command his disciples.

And the disciples of Putuo, in fact, when their master walked away, two of them followed, originally they thought that the master and uncle's Buddhism were lost, and there would be no changes, but when they heard the master say this, they hurriedly rushed up and prepared to pull the air.

But as he recited the Buddha's name, no one around him could get close, and the two disciples looked at the master who was only a few feet away from him, but he couldn't touch it as if he was close to the end of the world.

"May in the next life, when I attain Bodhi, my body be like glass, clear inside and out, pure and free from defilement......"

One after another, the vitality visible to the naked eye, along with the empty words, crossed from him into Lao Dao's body. His face became paler and paler, and Lao Dao's face became more and more ruddy.

"Brother, you don't owe me, and I don't owe you anymore......"

I only heard a click, like the sound of glass breaking, and the void also fell.

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