"Two little friends, if you can't do anything, please withdraw quickly," the old monk stood there and gasped for a while, and then, he shouted without looking back, raised his palms and rushed forward, and came to the dozen or so flying heads in three or two steps, and when he was about to attack, he heard more than a dozen heads staring at the old monk and shouting a word of Thai together, and a large blue-black flame was summoned by them again, and they were about to burn the old monk into it.

"Master," Wang Shuo and Li Hongji, who were behind them, couldn't help but exclaim in surprise when they saw this.

"Ha," as if he couldn't see the big flame in front of him, the old monk took a step into the fire, and then took another step, and walked out with the flames up and down, and waved two palms on each of the dozen flying heads that showed frightened expressions, directly shattering more than a dozen flying heads, and only the last flying head was spared because the old monk's strength was exhausted.

"Huh~huh," the old monk finished his last slap and stood there bending over and gasping violently.

"Ah," the last one came back to his senses, screamed at the old monk, and squirted out his long red tongue, and under the gaze of Wang Shuo and the two, the old monk's chest was pierced in an instant.

"Poof," spurting out a mouthful of blood poured the flying head thoroughly, the old monk ignored the wound on his chest, put his hands on the forehead of the flying head, stared at the flying head with a pair of already very dim eyes, and quickly shouted a string of Thai words in his mouth.

"Crackle," as the old monk's words fell, a series of soft sounds sounded quickly on the flying head, and finally, a very strange centipede suddenly sprang up from the top of its head. It turned out that this centipede was the medium that the old witch king used to set up a descending spell for Wang Shuo before, and was later lifted out by the old monk with a palm, but at this time, he took it out as a medium to set up a descending spell for the flying head.

"Hmph," a muffled snort came out at the end, and the last flying head slowly closed his eyes and died.

"Wow," the old witch king above saw that the old monk had wiped out his killer weapon in the blink of an eye, and couldn't help but let out a terrible howl, and he didn't know if it was because he was burned by the fire or because he was distressed.

"You old thing, hurry up and die for me," Li Hongji heard the old witch king's cry and hurriedly lifted the essence of his whole body, urging the three fires to speed up the burning speed, wanting to burn the old witch king to ashes in one fell swoop.

Wang Shuo on the side walked a few steps quickly to the old monk, helped the old monk who had fallen to the ground to sit up, and reached out to tear off the strip of cloth from his clothes, trying to plug the old monk's bleeding wound.

"It's useless," the old monk reached out and grabbed the strip of cloth, shook his head to stop Wang Shuo's movements, and instead grabbed Wang Shuo's left hand and wrapped his wound simply.

"Master," Wang Shuo said with a sad expression, opening his mouth but not knowing how to continue.

The old monk pulled the corners of his mouth and barely smiled, patted Wang Shuo's left hand in his hand, and said softly: "Be careful, the old witch king doesn't know how long it has been since he practiced to fly his head, if it is really impossible to do anything, you must evacuate quickly." If you can win in the end, help me apologize to Fang Yuan's little friend, and please help me return the body to the temple. Amitabha. ”

Finally, the Buddha horn was heard, and the old monk slowly closed his eyes in Wang Shuo's arms and stopped breathing forever.

"Master," exclaimed sadly, Wang Shuo shook the old monk's body, and saw that he slowly fell to the ground with his movements, and his eyes were hot and almost burst into tears.

"It's not good, Brother Wang, come and help," At this moment, Li Hongji, who was listening to the other side, suddenly exclaimed, Wang Shuo looked up, and saw that the old witch king was not dead at this time, but he also let him seize an opportunity because of Li Hongji's impatience, and a sprint burst out of the three-fire demon array.

Gritting his teeth and forcibly holding back the sadness in his heart, Wang Shuo gently patted the old monk's arm, stood up, quickly pinched out his fingerprints with both hands, and pinched the sword finger with his left hand to control the peach wood sword that fell to the ground and pierced the old witch king, almost piercing the old witch king who had just broken through, but even if he didn't kill him, he was forced back into the three-fire demon array, and was once again grilled by Li Hongji with three flames.

Wang Shuo kept moving, seeing that the old witch king had been forced back into the flames by himself, he recalled his peach wood sword with his left hand, and threw the big bronze bell not far in front of him with a finger of his right hand, lifting the essence to control the big bronze bell to fly up, and opened his mouth to remind him, with the cooperation of Li Hongji, he used the big bronze bell to directly detain the old witch king and the three flames in it, and couldn't help but make the old witch king no longer able to break free from the range of the three flames, and also let the three flames shrink into a small group, so as to increase the power of the three flames, and burn the old witch king to death.

"Whew," Li Hongji breathed a sigh of relief, let go of his hands that had been pinching his handprints, stepped to the big bronze bell, took out his yin and yang gossip and golden bell, and shook the bell quickly with his left hand, and whispered a spell with his right hand.

"Ah," as Li Hongji's incantation became more and more urgent, the screams of the old witch king who was upside down in the big bronze bell became more and more miserable, and it was not until half an hour later that it gradually weakened, and it was not until an hour later that it finally disappeared.

"Brother Wang, it seems that the old witch king has been killed by us," stopping the spell, Li Hongji raised his hand to wipe the sweat on his forehead, and shouted happily, after a while, because he didn't hear Wang Shuo's response, he couldn't help but turn around, and saw Wang Shuo squatting next to the old monk's corpse, so he put away the happy expression on his face and walked over with a frown.

"Brother Li, this is the souls of Fang Yuan, Li Yulan, and Ma Shuo," with a long sigh, Wang Shuo raised his hand and threw the three ghosts over, which were the souls of Fang Yuan and the three who were extracted.

"Thank you," Li Hongji carefully put the three dazed souls in his hands, looked down at the old monk and asked, "The master has already gone?" ”

Nodding, Wang Shuo snorted.

Li Hongji also let out a long sigh, and bowed to the old monk with both hands in fists. If there was no old monk before, Li Hongji was afraid that he would have to be sucked dry by more than a dozen flying heads in the blink of an eye, and Wang Shuo, who was already in a coma, would be even more unkind.

"Brother Wang, did the master leave any last words?" Li Hongji sighed lightly again and asked.

"The master asked me to help him apologize to Fang Yuan and them, if it weren't for him, Fang Yuan and their family would not have encountered such danger, and asked me to send his body back to the temple," Wang Shuo nodded and said the old monk's last words.

"In that case, let's do the master's last words first," Li Hongji stretched out his hand and patted Wang Shuo's shoulder, turned around and came to Fang Yuan and Ma Shuo's side, raised his hand and waved forward to knock their souls back into their respective bodies, and whispered a few incantations in his mouth, causing Fang Yuan and Ma Shuo to open their eyes at the same time.

"Alas," sighed lightly, Wang Shuo stood up, reached into his arms and took out a small white bowl, walked to the big copper tripod, took out a bowl of talisman water from it and handed it to Li Hongji, asking him to give it to Fang Yuan and Ma Shuo.

With Li Hongji's hand each drinking half a bowl of talisman water, Fang Yuan and the two of them stabilized their minds, stood up from the ground a little weakly, and stood aside in silence. They still had their own consciousness before, so they saw the methods of Wang Shuo and the three of them from beginning to end, and at this time, they didn't know if it was because they were frightened before or because they had a sense of awe for Wang Shuo and the two, so they stood there with their heads down and didn't dare to say more.

"Okay, the master also said before that the day of his death is approaching, even if it is not because of us, he will return to the underworld, let's see the point. Besides, let's help him take revenge," Seeing that Wang Shuo's expression had not improved, Li Hongji couldn't help but persuade softly.

"Well," Wang Shuo nodded perfunctorily, walked to the side of the big bronze bell, stretched out his hand and turned the big bronze bell into a palm-sized small bronze bell, grabbed the top of the small bronze bell and picked it up, and was about to put it in the storage bag in his arms, only to hear a laugh coming, but to see that the old witch king was not burned to death, but turned into a black and gray dry bone.

"Hahaha," the old witch king's flying head with only black and gray bones left was left laughing as he flew up from the ground, ignoring Wang Shuo and the four of them, and was about to return to his body as soon as he moved forward.

"Hmph," snorted angrily, Wang Shuo threw out the peachwood sword that he had withdrawn before with his left hand, and quickly pinched out his fingerprints with both hands to make the speed of the peachwood sword reach the extreme, and before the old witch king could react, he pierced his flying head with a snort.

"Uh," the old witch king was not dead until this point, and the flying hair, pierced by the peachwood sword, let out a violent scream, and floated there unable to move.

Wang Shuo walked forward quickly with a cold face, jumped up and grabbed the hilt of the peachwood sword and dragged the old witch king's head down, raised his right foot and stepped on the old witch king's head on the floor, held the peach wood sword with his right hand and stabbed it hard to go out and then down, and pierced the old witch king's head out of a hole, and then, he pulled and pricked again, and opened a small hole in the old witch king's flying head, if it wasn't for Li Hongji to quickly reach out and pull it, I am afraid that he would have continued the cycle.

"Brother Wang, he's dead, Brother Wang," Li Hongji stretched out his hand to grab Wang Shuo's arm, raised his hand and pointed to the ghost of the old witch king beside him.

"Hmph," Wang Shuo turned his head to stare at the ghost of the old witch king and snorted coldly, pinched the fingerprint of his right hand and summoned the big copper tripod over, reciting the spell to make one of the feet of the big copper tripod light up with a faint light, under the frightened gaze of the old witch king, the big copper tripod violently emitted a huge suction, and before the old witch king could react, he swallowed it directly and suppressed it.

"Huh~huh," gasping violently, Wang Shuo shrugged his shoulders and opened Li Hongji's hand, and stood there adjusting for a long time before regaining his composure.

(PS: There's still only one chapter.,I'm actually going to have two more today.,But,There are too many people in the Internet café.,It took an afternoon to write a chapter.,It's too noisy.。 ）