Han Mo looked back at the little crocodile and said, "How can the roar coming from the Futu Tower sound similar to yours." ”

The crocodile rolled his eyes, "Boss, you mean that I was the one who was crushed under the Futu Tower." ”

Hearing this, Han Mo was speechless and didn't bother to explain. Playing the harp with a crocodile is no different from playing the piano to a cow.

The twenty-four images around the Futu Pagoda gradually became virtual, and under the support of Huiqing Huiming and the old monk's scriptures, they gradually became solid. The Buddha's light was dazzling, piercing the black clouds in mid-air.

The little crocodile said to himself: "Although the monk is verbose, his ability is indeed not small. ”

"Amitabha Buddha ......"

The vast sound of Buddha spreads, as if it is far and near.

Han Mo and the others turned their heads to look, and not far away, more than a dozen monks walked towards the Futu Tower. The monk walking in front is wearing a robe and holding a Zen staff in his left hand, probably the presiding officer of the ancient Buddhist temple.

The group of monks walked in front of them, didn't even look at them, and headed straight for the Futu Pagoda. Sit cross-legged in front of the Futu Pagoda and recite Buddhist scriptures.

The Buddhist scriptures are Lang Lang, inspiring the power of the twenty-four heavens.

After a while, Han Mo and the others noticed that the suspended twenty-four heavenly dharma phases actually bent their hands to form seals.

Awesome.

Such tactics are unheard of.

With the casting of the Twenty-Four Heavenly Seals, the Futu Pagoda gradually stabilized.

The little crocodile said: "Boss, the problem is solved, we can't leave again." ”

Han Mo cut in disdain, "I feel that there is a huge force condensing on the ground and underground, and it may explode at any time." ”

"The demons under the Futu Tower are gathering momentum?"

"We'll see!"

This group of monks must have also felt the terrifying power under the Futu Tower, and they did not dare to relax at all.

In order to avoid being affected, Han Mo and the others retreated a few hundred meters. He knew that this distance was simply not enough. But no matter how far away, you can't reach the line of sight, and you can't watch the play.

In order to watch the big show, I can only endure it.

Buzzing.

At this moment, the terrifying demonic aura seeped out from the ground, climbing steadily, approaching the old monk on the top of the Futu Tower. The old monk pinched the Jialuo seal and slowly covered it.

Spiritual power gushes out, fighting against the demonic energy.

The sound of Buddha is lingering and shocking.

The old monk had tried his best to suppress the demonic energy, but the demonic energy still did not retreat. It is not difficult to imagine what kind of terrifying demons are suppressed under the Futu Tower.

The situation has been stalemate.

In Han Mo's view, the more stalemate the situation is, the more unfavorable it is for this group of monks.

As long as this group of monks relaxes a little, there will definitely be fireworks like fireworks.

The old monk's cultivation is really strong, and he can last so long. Han Mo and the others sat bored, listless and drowsy.

Rumble!

A loud bang exploded, and a terrifying wind swept wildly around the Futu Tower. Han Mo pulled out the Longquan Sword and forced out his spiritual power to block the strong wind.

The Futu Pagoda shook violently, and the old monk struggled to support it with high and deep cultivation.

Han Mo smiled: "The old monk can't hold on for long. ”

"Boss, are you so sure?" The little crocodile was puzzled, and Han Mo said: "Of course, who am I, I am your boss." ”

The little crocodile was stunned, "You are my boss, is there any need to contact you about this situation?" ”

Han Mo snorted, "I don't need to tell you. ”

The crocodile rolled his eyes, speechless.

The tower shook, and the deafening roar continued.

Bang bang!

The stone at the gate of the Futu Tower cracked, and a huge claw burst out of the ground. Han Mo was shocked, looked at the claws full of scales, and then compared the claws of the little crocodile......

One big and one small, not much difference!

It should be a crocodile demon suppressed by the Futu Tower, what crocodile was actually suppressed under the Futu Tower, Han Mo suddenly felt that the little crocodile was not enough.

It is also a great demon who has survived the sixfold heavenly tribulation, and it is a tyrant no matter where it is. However, seeing the crocodile claws crawling out of the tower is nothing short of a small thing.

The monk of the ancient Buddhist temple glanced at the crocodile claw and recited the Buddhist scriptures more quickly.

The old monk sat cross-legged on his knees, and the big characters of Buddha continued to fall......

Boom!

However, the peerless demon under the Futu Tower struggled more and more frantically, and the Futu Tower crumbled.

"Die!"

A muffled thunderous sound resounded, and the crocodile claws suddenly raised and slapped on Huiqing Huiming and other monks. Huiqing, Huiming and other monks flew out directly.

Rocks flew wildly, and a huge crocodile's head emerged.

"Haha, this king has finally come out! Manjushri, you have suppressed this king for three thousand years, and this king is still out of trouble! ”

"Damn, ugly crocodile!"

Han Mo was startled when he saw the crocodile that came out. The little crocodile stared at the crocodile that emerged from under the Futu Tower with wide eyes, and the primeval djinn god muttered, "Crocodile ancestor! ”

Han Mo turned his head to look at him and asked, "Senior, what did you say?" ”

The primeval giant spirit said: "This is the Crocodile Ancestor, the peerless demon, and the Crocodile Ancestor is comparable to the four great spirit beasts. ”

Han Mo shook his head, "I haven't heard of it." ”

"The crocodile ancestor appeared in the flood period, that is, before the Three Emperors and Five Emperors, and its origin was earlier than Yanhuang. The Crocodile Ancestor appeared on the ancient battlefield, but it was only a flash in the pan, and since then, the Crocodile Ancestor has disappeared from heaven and earth. ”

"No wonder I feel a terrible pressure. ”

Han Mo said: "Maybe it's the pressure of the bloodline." ”

"Definitely."

After listening to the introduction of the primeval giant spirit god, Han Mo had a deeper understanding of the ugly and terrifying crocodile in front of him.

Crocodile ancestor!

The peerless demon of the flood period.

This name alone can scare off a lot of people.

Huiqing Huiming and other monks were defeated, and only the old monks were left to support themselves.

The present life of the crocodile ancestor is a catastrophe for both the yin and yang worlds. In the two worlds of yin and yang, there are only a handful of people who can suppress the crocodile ancestor, or even none.

Crocodile Ancestor heard Han Mo and them clearly just now, and it was Manjushri who suppressed him.

Manjushri, a great man in Buddhism.

Han Mo felt a little incredulous, as his cultivation improved, he thought that there were no so-called immortals in this world, and some were just advanced cultivators.

But as he walked more and more, he felt that God might exist.

Anyway, he is very contradictory, it stands to reason that as a cultivator, he should firmly believe that there is a god in the world, otherwise where will the power come from. However, Han Mo is the kind of person who doesn't believe in evil.

Most of the Crocodile Ancestor's body came out from under the Futu Tower, and the breath of the peerless demon diffused, overwhelming people.

The old monk straightened up and descended from the floating tower.

He seemed to know that he could no longer stop the Crocodile Ancestor from escaping from the Futu Tower.

The crocodile ancestor completely broke free from the suppression of the Futu Tower, and the huge body and jet-black shiny scales all showed the extraordinary of the crocodile ancestor.

The Crocodile Ancestor snorted, and his tail swept away, pumping on the Floating Tower. The tower shook violently and finally collapsed. The Futu Tower, which had stood in the Metaverse for an unknown number of years, fell.

It's really impressive.

The crocodile ancestor opened his mouth, and his voice was like thunder, deafening.

Han Mo said: "Let's go." ”

"Gone?"

"That's right, the crocodile ancestor is here, and the monks of the ancient Buddhist temple will definitely do their best to prevent him from leaving. If we don't leave, we will definitely be swept in. When the time comes, if you say that you are not with the ancient Buddha Temple, the crocodile ancestor will not believe it. Han Mo said: "Thirty-six plans are the best plan!" ”

The little crocodile sighed, and then got into Han Mo's collar.

"Senior, withdraw!"

Han Mo said to the Ancient Giant Spirit God.

The Ancient Giant Spirit God nodded, Han Mo stared at the Crocodile Ancestor, and the Ancient Giant Spirit God quickly retreated.

Roar!

There was a roar, and the wind and sand swept wildly. Han Mo's body trembled violently and slowly turned around. Crocodile Ancestor stared at him with big eyes, "No one is allowed to leave!" ”

Han Mo hurriedly waved his hand and explained, "Crocodile Ancestor, I am not from the Ancient Buddha Temple. ”

Crocodile Ancestor's eyes widened, "Do you know this king?!" ”

Han Mo smiled helplessly, numb, digging a pit by himself and jumping by himself, this is really the end. The Crocodile Ancestor stared at him deadly, and Han Mo only felt that his scalp was numb and uncomfortable.

(End of chapter)