Chapter 130: The Demon Monk Rounds the Sky

Ma Lin approached the zombie, and the zombie was still shrugging his nose and smelling around. At this time, he suddenly smelled Ma Lin's scent, and immediately remembered the pain of the dozens of fire nets, and suddenly howled, his legs together, and rushed straight towards Ma Lin, but the speed was much slower than when he was in his heyday before.

You must know that Ma Lin is not in his heyday now. Aside from the injuries suffered from the previous fight with the zombies, it took a lot of energy to draw those few talismans later.

Ma Lin held his breath and carefully guarded against the zombie's pounce, and when the zombie was about to die, Ma Lin suddenly roared, his body suddenly became half shorter, and a sword slashed at the zombie's heavily injured left knee.

Immediately, a "bang" metal symphony sounded, and the zombie didn't know if it was injured or not, anyway, Ma Lin's mouth shook and hurt.

Seeing this, Ma Lin dared to fight with the zombies again, rolled on the spot with a donkey, and suddenly walked three or four steps away from the zombies.

Ma Lin didn't let the zombie suffer any damage just now, but the zombie didn't feel pain, and he ignored those injuries.

Ma Lin took the time to look behind him, and saw that Uncle Nine and Qiusheng had already woven a third of the net, and secretly cried bitterly. At this time, the stench of zombies came to my face again. Ma Lin didn't dare to be careless, and rolled on the spot again, which was able to dodge the blow of the zombies.

This back and forth rolled seven or eight times, and Ma Lin's strength around him was basically exhausted. Ma Lin looked at Uncle Nine with a bitter face. Just met Uncle Jiu's concerned gaze, only to hear Uncle Jiu's shout: "Ma Lin, come here, the net is ready!" ”

Ma Lin was suddenly shocked, and he didn't care about the pain all over his body, so he threw the long sword at the zombie with his backhand. The long sword was taken off, Ma Lin didn't look at it, and the strength to eat milk was exhausted, and the girl ran to Uncle Jiu.

didn't run two steps, Uncle Nine and Qiusheng had arrived in front of them with a big net. Ma Lin didn't need Uncle Jiu's orders, he just squatted on the ground with a short body. Qiusheng and Uncle Jiu also lifted the big net upward, crossed Ma Lin, and directly covered the zombie.

The net woven by the ink fountain line was originally more than a zhang wide, but as soon as it approached the zombie's body, it shrank rapidly, and finally became like a straitjacket, just enough to fit the zombie inside.

What's even more powerful is that this net doesn't know what liquid it is stained with, but it has such power, all the places shrouded by the net are skin and flesh, and along these ink fountain lines, the black and smelly gas in the zombie's body escapes in wisps.

Seeing this, Ma Lin secretly breathed a sigh of relief, slowly got up on the ground, and limped to Uncle Jiu's side, but saw that Uncle Jiu's brows were still tight, and couldn't help asking: "Uncle Jiu, isn't this zombie caught in the net, can it still escape." ”

Uncle Nine shook his head, and said in a low voice: "If there are no other waves today, this zombie will definitely die, and I am afraid of ......."

Before Uncle Jiu finished speaking, a loud voice suddenly came from outside the gate: "Fellow Daoist, saving someone's life is better than building a seventh-level floating slaughter, how about letting the old lady go?" ”

Ma Lin looked at the call, but saw that the man with a big bald head had already crossed the door and walked a few steps to the lobby.

When Uncle Nine saw this monk, his face was gloomy as if he was about to drip water, his body was vaguely put into a defensive posture, and his voice said coldly: "Monk Yuankong, you don't eat fasting and chanting Buddha in your provincial capital, what are you doing in my Renjia Town?" ”

"What? He's a demon monk! Qiusheng suddenly let out an exclamation, and the next moment he hid behind Uncle Jiu.

Monk Yuankong unexpectedly glanced behind Uncle Jiu, folded his hands and made a compassionate appearance, and said: "The difference between what Uncle Jiu said, monks walk in all directions, the four seas are their home, and it is natural for poor monks to come to Renjia Town." ”

Saying that, the Yuankong monk took two steps forward, and then Ma Lin saw it completely that most of the prayer beads on the hands of other monks were carved from sandalwood and the like, and this monk's prayer beads looked like human bones.

Ma Lin's face was a little suspicious, and he looked at the Yuankong monk with some vigilance in his eyes, and his body collapsed unconsciously.

Seeing that Uncle Nine did not answer, Monk Yuankong made a compassionate look on his face again, and said in a kind tone: "If Uncle Nine doesn't speak, I will accept it as Uncle Nine." Before the words fell, the Yuankong monk's feet immediately accelerated, and a few ups and downs were about to cross the ninth uncle.

Uncle Nine suddenly moved, but this time he didn't use a spell, and went straight to the door of the Yuankong monk with a punch, and said in an unkind tone: "Yuankong, presumptuous!" ”

The Yuankong monk had long expected that Uncle Nine would have such a move, his body immediately stopped, his arms were wrapped around his chest, just to block Uncle Nine's blow, and he also said: "Uncle Nine, God has the virtue of a good life, and the size of the old lady is also a life, what if you let it go!" ”

When Uncle Nine heard this, he directly burst into a foul mouth: "Fart, you demon monk still dare to say that God has the virtue of a good life." If it weren't for Shi Jian protecting you, you would have been killed three hundred times by yourself with the bone string in your hand! ”

Monk Yuankong was not annoyed, his face was still with a hypocritical smile, and he said between the left and right branches: "Uncle Nine has no tutor, and the name of the senior brother is also something you can call directly!" ”

Uncle Nine didn't answer, and the two of them fought back and forth for a few more rounds. Uncle Nine suddenly felt that something was wrong, his eyes glanced at the zombies, his face changed greatly, and he immediately shouted: "Ma Lin, you two go and kill the zombies!" ”

Ma Lin was stunned for a moment, and quickly turned his head to look at the zombies. I don't know when the ropes below the waist of the zombies are all broken, and the ropes above also have a tendency to break.

Ma Lin's face immediately changed, but he knew how difficult it was to catch this zombie. At the moment, he didn't care about Qiusheng's response, and took out a magic sword from the bracelet and threw it in the air.

At this time, I suddenly heard the Yuankong monk laughing wildly: "I just found out now, it's too late!" The Yuankong monk suddenly spilled a stream of powder, and Uncle Nine was afraid that the powder would be poisonous, so he quickly pulled out and covered his mouth and nose.

The Yuankong monk didn't entangle with Uncle Jiu, strode forward, ran in front of the zombie a few times, and took out a stone-like thing from his arms and stuffed it into the zombie

In his mouth, he smiled kindly at Uncle Jiu: "Uncle Jiu don't send it, the poor monk will go!" ”

As he spoke, a blood-colored Buddha shadow shrouded the Yuankong monk, and in an instant, a black wind arose around the Yuankong monk.

The black wind swept away the Yuankong monk for a few breaths, and then disappeared without a trace. disappeared along with it, as well as the zombies that the old lady turned into.

As soon as he saw the zombie and the Yuankong monk disappear, Ah Wei, who had been trembling and afraid to speak just now, suddenly became energetic, immediately took out a pistol, pointed out the door, and yelled: "Chase!" He made a gesture and ran out.

Ah Wei had just run two steps when he suddenly felt that something was wrong, and he quickly stopped and turned his head to look. But he saw that these militiamen under his command were standing in place one by one, and their faces were full of panic, and no one came with him.

Ah Wei's face immediately showed some displeasure, turned around, strode in front of a militiaman, and scolded: "You rice buckets, you take so much reward money for nothing on weekdays!" ”

These militiamen did not dare to refute, so they could only bow their heads and let Ah Wei do his best.

Uncle Nine didn't care about Ah Wei's style, and after the Yuankong monk disappeared, Uncle Nine didn't mean to chase him, he just turned his head, looked at Ma Lin, and said with some doubts: "Ma Lin, why didn't you see Wencai and Ren Tingting?" ”

Ma Lin remembered it and exclaimed anxiously: "Eh, I forgot Senior Brother Wencai!" After speaking, he didn't explain, and ran to the backyard with his legs.

Seeing that Ma Lin's expression was wrong, Uncle Jiu's face was also a little gloomy, and he followed behind without saying a word.

Due to Ma Lin's leg injury, even his running speed was not very fast, and it took two or three minutes to come to the well. As soon as Ma Lin saw that Wen Caizheng was chatting with Ren Tingting without a match, the heart that had been hanging was also relaxed.

Of course, the sound of Ma Lin's movement also reached the ears of Wen Cai and Ren Tingting, and the two of them hurriedly looked up in horror. When Wen Cai saw that Uncle Nine was also coming, his face was ecstatic, and he immediately shouted: "Master," his head tilted, and he fainted to the ground.

At this time, Ren Tingting had already jumped into Ma Lin's arms, and said with teary eyes: "Are you okay?" ”

Ma Lin was hugged by Ren Tingting, and he was immediately at a loss, and he didn't know what to do. Seeing Wen Cai fainting again, he hurriedly put Ren Tingting on the side and hurriedly ran to Wen Cai's side.

Ma Lin grabbed Wencai, carefully pulled Wencai's sleeves out of the way, and the two bloodstained arms were exposed to the air.

Uncle Nine squatted down, pressed next to the wound, his face was a little gloomy, and said in a low voice: "Wencai is a little difficult to handle now!" ”

Ma Lin looked down at Wencai, then turned his head to look at Uncle Jiu, and said with guilt on his face: "Uncle Jiu blames me, I came too late, otherwise I wouldn't have been injured like this." ”

Uncle Nine shook his head, and said while checking his other arm: "This matter has nothing to do with you, don't say it's you, even if I am at the scene, I can't guarantee that Wen Cai will not be injured." Now Wen can save his life, which is already the best result. ”

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