The two of them heard Mao Rui's shouting and didn't understand what Mao Rui meant by stopping them from fighting at this time.

couldn't guess, and didn't guess, the two rushed to their own devices.

Reciting the Buddha's name for the evil little monk, he cast the Buddha King Kong body, shining with golden light, the wooden fish in his left hand, and the demon pestle in his right hand, rushed up.

The exercises of Buddhism are already restrained from karmic fire, and the Buddha Vajra body is a defense-based body refining exercise, and under the shroud of golden light outside the body, there is no fear of evil.

Mao Zhe's body was swollen, his shape was hideous, and he was full of ghosts, and he also rushed forward with a knife. The soldier of blood refining, on the thick-backed machete, the blood is surging, and the black lines are shining.

Mao Zhe is a ghost cultivator, and he has no restraint on karmic fire, and he can't ignore it directly like a little monk.

Therefore, Mao Zhe adopted the most stupid method to directly use his own aura to prevent karmic fire from harming him.

In doing so, the consumption of aura is not insignificant, but Mao Zhe doesn't care.

As the only foundation building monk present, the aura content was the most abundant, and Mao Zhe could completely afford it.

Mao Rui and the little monk are both Qi cultivation perfections, even if their aura content is higher than that of ordinary Qi cultivation monks, after all, they are not as high as the foundation building period monks.

As for that dry corpse, it may have been a terrifying existence with cultivation a long time ago, but after being sealed for an unknown number of years, its cultivation power was only equivalent to that of a monk at the fourth or fifth level of Qi cultivation.

Now the battle with Mao Rui relies entirely on a strong body.

A Buddha, a ghost, and a bone joined forces to launch a fierce attack on the dry corpse.

The Buddha held the demon pestle, and the Buddhist scriptures in his mouth were Lang Lang.

The ghost creature holds a knife in both hands, and the eerie ghost aura is surging.

The bones wielded blood scythes and burned with invisible flames.

The corpse was bare-handed, and black flames raged.

Under the siege of the three people, although the dry corpse was beaten and screamed, the corpse was not left with the slightest trace, which shows the strength of this dry corpse.

"Bang"

The little monk was slapped in the chest by a slap of the corpse, and his body was smashed to the ground, smashing the ground of the hall into a shallow pit.

A mouthful of blood coughed up, and the little monk, who was already seriously injured, did not die under this blow, but also lost his mobility.

took out a pill and took it, lying on the ground weakly, turning his head to look at the ghosts, corpses, and bones that were still fighting.

The little monk was seriously injured, and Mao Zhe's pressure suddenly increased dramatically.

Although he can use a large amount of aura to offset the damage of karmic fire, there is a limit to that.

It's okay to accidentally touch the karmic fire, but if you directly contact the karmic fire on the dry corpse in a large area, you can't do it.

It's not that he is afraid that the aura is not enough, but because the speed of the aura gushing out will limit his blocking of karmic fire.

Therefore, he had only relied on his speed to assist Mao Rui and Wei Wei on the side to attack.

Now that the little monk has withdrawn from the battle, Mao Rui, who was already fighting with the real face of the dry corpse, is nothing, and Mao Zhe has worked much harder.

"Stay away from me, quickly. During the battle, Mao Rui shouted for no reason, and there was an inexplicable anxiety in his tone.

Mao Zhe heard the anxiety in Mao Rui's words, and didn't ask the reason, he swept a knife on the dry corpse, knocked the dry corpse back a little, and took this opportunity to quickly retreat and distance himself from the dry corpse.

When Mao Zhe retreated, Mao Rui let out a painful roar, and the demon-red karmic fire, which was originally only covering part of the bones, spread to the whole body and spread to the surroundings.

The sudden expansion of the nameless karmic fire affected Mao Zhe, who had only withdrawn for a short distance.

His consciousness was injured by karmic fire, and there was a sharp pain in his brain.

Before he had time to think about it, Mao Zhe endured the severe pain, retreated again, and came to the little monk lying on the ground.

"Little monk, do you know what's going on?" The so-called bystanders are clear, the authorities are confused, and Mao Zhe, who didn't know how he was injured, asked the little monk who was a bystander.

"Lord Maorui seems to have lost his mind. The little monk's voice was weak, and he said in an uncertain tone.

"What do you mean?"

"It should be because of the yin-devouring karmic fire on the corpse's body, which triggered the nameless karmic fire of Lord Mao Rui, causing the resentment inside to explode and make it lose its mind. ”

As soon as the little monk said this, Mao Zhe immediately understood.

Nameless karmic fire is formed by the energy of resentment, which contains resentment, and when it reaches a certain amount, it will affect people's sanity and turn them into humanoid weapons that only know how to kill.

Mao Rui's resentment is formed after the death of nearly a million mortals, who were victimized by people and died inexplicably, and the resentment in it is stronger than half of the resentment.

In normal times, Mao Rui relies on his own will to be able to control his internal grievances and achieve a certain balance.

But after the two karmic fires met, this balance was broken, so that Mao Rui could no longer control his resentment, and thus lost his mind.

"Can it be recovered?" asked Mao Zhe to the little monk.

The little monk shook his head with difficulty and said, "It's up to him, now, you'd better not get any closer, once you get close, you will be attacked by them at the same time." ”

Mao Zhe asked the old ghost in his heart, and after the old ghost said that he couldn't do anything about it, he nodded, sat down next to the little monk, and took a pill to relieve the severe pain in his brain.

At the same time, his eyes were firmly fixed on the two warring sides, ready to grab the little monk and stay away at any time once the other party approached here.

After roaring, Mao Rui rushed towards the dried corpse in an orderly manner.

The dry corpse screamed twice, waving its hands and feet wildly, scuffling with the bones that Mao Rui had turned into.

"Have you noticed that the strength of the Mao Rui Shi and the dry corpse is constantly getting stronger?" the little monk said with the help of the pill, his injuries recovered, and he was no longer as weak as before.

Mao Zhe nodded, his eyes continuing to stare tightly.

Mao Rui, who lost his mind, released a large amount of nameless karmic fire, surrounding him and the dry corpse, Mao Zhe's divine consciousness was injured by Mao Rui's nameless karmic fire just now, and he didn't dare to use his divine sense to watch the battle at this moment, otherwise his divine consciousness would be severely damaged.

If something goes wrong with the senses, it will be an idiot at least and death at worst.

"The dry corpse has been sealed for many years, and its strength has declined, and now it is beginning to recover with the continuous fighting, which I can understand. But for what reason can Master Mao Rui become stronger in battle?" the little monk was puzzled and muttered, not knowing whether he was talking to himself or asking Mao Zhe.

"His body refining technique seems to require a flame to calcine the bones in order to be refined. Mao Zhe said uncertainly.

Once before the auction, Mao Hao asked Mao Zhe and Mao Rui for the body refining exercises, and Mao Zhe also heard Mao Rui introduce his body refining exercises to Mao Hao at that time, so he understood.

"Is the manifestation of the stronger being the increase in the bronze area on the bones?"

"It should be. ”