"Little donor, why did you go with you?" Monk Xuanming and the others saw Han Mo who jumped behind the abbot of Xuankong, his face changed, and he shouted urgently. For more up-to-date chapters, visit: ШЩЩ.(7)(9)XS.сОМ.

Han Mo waved his hand without looking back, but there was a bit of a strong man who would never return.

"This ......"

Monk Xuanming's face was complicated, and he looked left and right. The rest of the great monks clasped their hands together and held the Buddha beads, "Amitabha Buddha ......"

The Xuankong monk focused on the lonely soul and wild ghost in the ghost qi, and it was not until he came to the center of the ghost qi and stopped his steps that he noticed Han Mo's figure. He was taken aback, "Little donor, why are you here?" ”

Han Mo smiled slightly, "Master, you can come, why can't I come?" ”

"Amitabha Buddha ......" Monk Xuankong said slowly: "I am nearly a hundred years old, and it will not be long before I will turn into a handful of loess, and you are still young and have unlimited potential, so you should not be involved in such a dangerous thing." ”

Hearing this, Han Mo shook his head, "Master, there are some things you don't know. ”

"Amitabha!"

Thundered......

The ghost shadow flickered in the ghost qi, Lin Fengjiao and Qing Yunzi teamed up to deal with the six ghost kings, and every collision exploded like thunder, which made people deafening.

Monk Xuankong looked at the dangerous scene, he no longer 'talked' with Han Mo, took a few big steps, and began to join forces with Lin Fengjiao and Qingyunzi to fight against the enemy. He reached out and took off the Buddha beads around his neck and threw them towards the six ghost kings.

"The light of the Buddha shines!"

The left hand was sealed, and the palm was struck, and the golden light was 'shot' in four ways, and the lonely ghosts and wild ghosts in the ghost aura screamed again and again.

"Where did the old bald donkey come from, he dared to 'meddle' in the affairs of me." The Wushan Ghost King and the Bishan Ghost King were furious and roared at the Xuankong Abbot.

"Amitabha, for the evil one, the current Rhinal Path Hell."

"Roll ......"

"Buddha's glory!" The strength of the abbot of Xuankong was cultivated, and the Zen staff was played, echoing the Buddha beads, and a golden circle appeared, trapping the six ghost kings firmly.

"Ah...... What the hell is this? ”

"What? Ancient Buddha Temple Tantric Magic? The six ghost kings exclaimed one after another, and the ghost qi rose wildly, to cover up the golden light.

Swish......

Qingyunzi swept away from the dust, like thousands of arrows, penetrating the ghost qi and bombarding the six ghost kings and a group of lonely souls and wild ghosts. The screams erupted in an instant, making people's scalps tingle.

"Drain the black flames, and the black clouds. Kyushu Society Order, Dabu Fire Wheel. Flying general, in charge of Tianding. Black clouds and malignness, millions of soldiers. Haste as a law, earth fire god spell! ”

Lin Fengjiao took out two paper talismans and threw them out, pinching the trick and performing a spell, the paper talisman shook slightly, and the flames poured out wildly, surrounding the six ghost kings. The six ghost kings tried their best to resist, and the ghost aura that permeated them was a lot thicker in an instant.

The golden light of the Buddha beads thrown out by the abbot of Xuankong was dim, and it seemed that it would not be able to trap the six ghost kings for long.

Rumble......

The ghost qi shook 'swinging', and the Buddha beads scattered and scattered in all directions.

Lin Fengjiao and the others all took a step back, and the six ghost kings got out of trouble and killed them from four directions. Qingyunzi and Lin Fengjiao formed a handprint at the same time, with the three of them as the center, forming a large array of heaven, earth and man.

"Amitabha Buddha ......"

At this moment, a loud shout came out of thin air, and then a golden light flashed the word 'swastika' appeared in the sky above the ghost qi.

"Huh?"

The six ghost kings all looked up and were very shocked, what had happened. Han Mo hid in the ghost aura of Sen Ran, concealing his breath and watching the battle situation. Although his cultivation is not strong, he knows very well in his heart that with the strength of Lin Fengjiao, Qingyunzi and Xuankong Abbot, he will definitely not be able to clean up the crazy six ghost kings.

Even if they can protect themselves, they will never have the power to erase them.

If he was fighting alone, he believed that none of the six ghost kings was Lin Fengjiao's opponent, but in front of him was a 'melee' battle, which was the joint efforts of the six ghost kings.

He hides in the shadows, and maybe it will be useful at some point......

"Buddhism Universalizes the ...... of All Beings"

"Dead bald donkey, shut up to this king." As soon as the abbot of Xuankong said a word, the two ghost kings had already been attacked. He struck his hands towards the sky, and faintly could hear a trace of Buddha's chanting...... At this moment, even the purple-faced ghost Kou was so frightened that he hugged his head and ran around, but the two ghost kings were not afraid at all, and the ghost qi gathered into an arrow about three zhang long, and under their guidance, it burst towards the Xuankong monk.

Abbot Xuankong held the Zen staff in his right hand and held it horizontally in front of him......

Rumble!

The arrow bombarded the Zen staff, and the figure of the abbot of Xuankong suddenly slashed out. The powerful momentum 'wave' shook and 'waved', and the two ghost kings flashed in, and the abbot of Xuankong suddenly fell into a place of danger.

However, Lin Fengjiao and Qingyunzi were entangled by the four ghost kings of Wushan, and they couldn't get out of helping each other at all.

Seem...... If the Xuankong monk wants to get out of trouble, he can only rely on himself.

Clang!

The abbot of Xuankong suddenly hit his head on the Zen staff, and his head immediately broke and blood flowed. Blood was dripping, his face did not change, and his mouth kept chanting Buddhist scriptures and incantations. The golden light of the Zen staff swept out, forming a protective cover to block the ghostly arrows.

Call......

Seeing this scene, Han Mo's palm holding the Longquan Sword slowly loosened, and he also breathed a long sigh of relief.

"Giggle......

Suddenly, dozens of lonely souls and wild ghosts came out of the ghost qi, spread their ten fingers, and rushed towards the Xuankong monk. The abbot of Xuankong was as steady as Mount Tai, and when these lonely souls and wild ghosts were about to approach him, the robe he was wearing suddenly 'shot' the golden light of his debut, penetrating the body of the lonely soul and wild ghosts.

Some of the lonely ghosts were scattered in the screams...... However, these lonely souls and wild ghosts were not afraid of the soul and scattered, and rushed up. They tore at the abbot of the sky with their claws and mouths in the midst of screams.

"Amitabha, the way of the Buddha cannot be said!"

A ghost's nearly twenty-centimeter-long fingernails 'inserted' into the top of the head of the abbot of Xuankong, and blood 'shot' out. The abbot of Xuankong shouted violently, grabbed the top of his head with his right hand, and threw the ghost into the golden light in front of him.

The ghost fell into the golden light, and before it could even scream, it was crushed by the great force.

The abbot of Xuankong wiped his hands on the top of his head, and his palms immediately turned scarlet. Immediately after, he slapped his waist, and a cloth bag flew into the air and cracked, and with it, more than a dozen stones emitting golden light flew out and landed in his hand.

Seeing these stones, Han Mo's expression was slightly stunned, these stones that emitted golden light were very similar to the relics made by Buddhist monks...... In other words, these stones that emit golden light are relics at all.

The abbot of Xuankong put together, crushed the relics into powder, and immediately swayed them.

"Ah......h

The powder was sprinkled on the six ghost kings, and it suddenly exploded like firecrackers, making the six ghost kings miserable and hidden in the ghost qi.

Lin Fengjiao and Qingyunzi flashed to the side of the Xuankong abbot, they were very curious about the powder he had just sprinkled, the Xuankong abbot folded his hands, and Amitabha Buddha said, "It's the relics of the great monks of Wutai Mountain......

"Master Benevolence ......"

"Abbot Xuankong, accept my salute!"

"Qingyunzi is in charge of the 'door' and is serious." Lin Fengjiao and Qingyunzi both knew that the relics transformed by the great virtuous monks were the most important things in every temple, but the abbot of Xuankong used them to deal with the ghost king. This kind of righteousness is really admirable.

The six ghost kings were injured and hid in the ghost qi, and the 'yin' wind was howling, but they could still be heard moaning and groaning in pain. Lin Fengjiao glanced at it and said softly: "It's really not enough for the three of us to deal with the six ghost kings. ”

Qingyunzi said: "I believe that the nearby Xuan'men masters' must be aware of the crisis here and are coming. ”

"Amitabha Buddha ......" Xuankong Abbot folded his hands together and muttered: "We must not let the tiger return to the mountain, any of these six ghost kings can make the world miserable." ”