The three monks saw as the black mist that drifted from Mo Yi's body gradually retreated until it completely covered him.

The other party was wearing a heavy armor made of mist, but this armor still continued to flow along the body, and no longer flowed out.

The other party walked straight to the monk in the middle, moving as freely as before, and there was no longer a trace of slowness. It was as if the field they had created no longer had the slightest effect on him.

The monks on either side stared at Mo Yi in silence, and as long as he had the intention to make a move, they quickly recited a spell to suppress him.

Mo Yi sensed the reaction of the two people next to him, he didn't care about walking in front of the middle monk and asked in a deep voice, "Who sent you?"

The monk in the middle still looked at Mo Yi with pity and remained silent.

Mo Yi looked at the other party's underwhelming expression, and sneered: "Tell that stupid guy behind you, don't bother me again, otherwise don't blame me for being ruthless." ”

As if he hadn't heard Mo Yi's words, his expression didn't change, he just looked left and right, and nodded for the other two to continue chanting the prayer incantation.

In the next second, a huge force that he felt unable to resist suddenly spread from his chest to his whole body, and then there was a muffled 'bang', like a heavy hammer hitting a drum.

The others around him looked at his body like a leather ball, and was directly hit in the back by Mo Yi's straight punch, and the blood that overflowed from his mouth dripped on the grass, forming a dark red mottle.

After breaking the bones and tendons of several thugs gathered behind him, his body directly hit a small hill 50 meters away, and the whole person was completely embedded in the soil.

Even the turf on the ground was carved out by the high-speed movement of his feet, and the hillside was filled with smoke and dust from his collision.

The other two monks were horrified when they saw this, and the one-eyed monk on the right raised the cross on his chest with one hand and drew a cross pattern in front of him with the other, chanting incantations in a loud voice.

"God, in your name, save me. amen

Save your servants.

He has faith in you, my God.

Build a strong fortress for her or him,

Defend against the enemy.

......”

Just halfway through his incantation, Mo Yi slid in front of him and punched the second half of the other man's prayer in his stomach.

He repeated the scene he had just had, and his whole body was like a cannonball and was blown away by a punch, which was farther than the previous monk.

I don't know if I live or die.

The only remaining slightly chubby monk was just about to continue praying, when Mo Yi's dark, dazzling eyes glanced at him slightly, and the glow in his eyes made him unconsciously take two steps back, and the sound from his mouth was intermittent.

"Leave ...... evil spirits,

In order to...... Heavenly Father's ...... name, in the name of the Son...... The name ......"

Mo Yi looked at the fat monk and sneered: "Forget it, save some effort, if you don't bother me, I'm annoyed." ”

The fat monk was stunned by Mo Yi's words, and he forgot for a moment to continue praying, and turned to run in the direction of the half-bald monk, apparently to see if the other party was okay.

When the thugs around them saw the situation in front of them, everyone was terrified, they didn't believe that the three ascetics of the church were beaten down by each other in two circles, and the remaining one still lost his courage.

The clever men among the dozens of thugs looked at each other, but no one made a sound, and turned and ran directly out of the park.

When the others saw that someone had run away, they all stopped paying attention to the three monks and turned and ran, as if a devil was about to hunt them down.

Mo Yi stood in place, looking at the arrogant-looking monk who had been pulled out of the dirt slope by the fat monk, the monk's uniform on the other party's upper body had been torn into a beggar's suit by the instantaneous explosive force.

I couldn't help but secretly say that the power of faith in these monks was really strong enough, and the fifty percent of the ink attack did not break through the layer of defense on their bodies.

The cultivator who had always been contemptuous of Mo Yi before now only felt incredulous in his heart, he never thought that he had blessed the power of faith from the believers, but he was so vulnerable in front of this Chinese.

The opponent only used one punch to knock him 50 meters away, although he did not break his protective blessing, but the huge force still shook his intestines.

He was just about to open his mouth to speak, when he suddenly felt a fishy sweetness in his throat, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, and a little scarlet sprinkled on the torn monk's robe on his chest and abdomen, piercing the eyes.

His eyes had darkened from pity and arrogance, and he glanced at the one-eyed monk in the distance, and realized that the other was breathing, but he was also fainting.

He walked towards Mo Yi with the help of the fat monk, until he came closer, his eyes fixed on Mo Yi.

"You...... You...... It's not people, it's ...... The Devil, the Lord's ...... Glory...... Yes...... Ahem...... cough ......" he was only barely halfway through speaking, his body couldn't support it, he coughed violently while holding his chest, and then half a mouthful of blood spit out of his mouth, and the whole person fell directly to the grass in despair, panting violently.

Mo Yi looked at the other party and shook his head secretly, he still wanted to talk ruthlessly, he was tired if the other party was not tired.

They came to him for trouble, and in the end they tried to put the fault on his head, and these church fools really didn't have much reason to talk about.

In fact, in Mo Yi's eyes, the Catholic Church is just a game of a group of madmen leading a group of bandits and fooling a group of ordinary people.

When I looked around, I saw that the thugs around me had already run away. Mo Yi shrugged, this is convenient, there is no need to send those people away one by one.

Now that he's done with these three stupid X's, he's going to have to go back and figure out the information he got from Benjamin, and now he doesn't have time to dwell on these religious madmen.

Mo Yi looked at the fat monk and said coldly, "Remember to help me tell the person who sent you, don't bother me again." ”

After speaking, Mo Yi didn't pay any attention to the three of them and walked towards the hotel alone.

The fat monk picked up the monk with a languid expression, looked at Mo Yi who was far away, and asked, "Teacher, what should I do?"

The other party waved his hand dejectedly and said, "Ask someone to take us back, and then find a way, the magic weapon is not important, the important thing is the oriental." You see, the black gas on his body is like the power of the devil, and we must keep an eye on him, to investigate, to find out the purpose of his coming to the United States. ”

"Yes, teacher, I'll check when I go back, you sit down and rest first, I'll go see Jerry. The fat friar nodded in reply.

Mo Yi returned to the hotel, retrieved the thirteen sets of ritual instruments, and sat down in the middle of the floor of the living room to begin to meditate and breathe.

The battle just now seemed to be extremely easy, but it also made him feel the inadequacy of his ability.

He was now desperate to find the Ink Sutra and learn the spells inside, especially the Ink Jar recorded in it.

Mo Yi knew that the only spells that could be regarded as powerful spells now were Mo Attack and Mo Yan, and most of the others were auxiliary types, especially in the battle against fellow cultivators, which already made him feel a little stretched.

Although these two techniques are powerful, they can be used for too long, and they are extremely difficult to control, and his current realm is not enough to do it like an arm.

According to his adoptive father, there are several spells recorded in the Ink Sutra, which can completely make up for his lack of offensive means, and what he needs most now is to make up for his shortcomings.

Besides, looking at the next situation, I am afraid that the church will not give up, and he will have to face not only the church, but also witches, as well as other cultivators, not to mention the young leaders of those major sects in the country.

In the world of cultivators, he is not a figure at all, and without great strength, he has no right to speak in this circle, and he also has no right to speak, so it is not easy to revive Momen.

Now there are already people who can't wait to run out and want to forcibly snatch the magic weapon in his hand, if he finds a more powerful one in the future, then he still has a peaceful life to live.

A moment later, Mo Yi woke up from the entry, the phone rang in the room, he picked up the microphone, and a seductive voice came from the opposite side that he had heard before.

"Mr. Mo, I don't know if you're free tonight, I want to invite you to dinner, I'm Camilla Ektic. ”