The masked old man's eyes were sharp, and when he looked up, he saw that the monk Huicong actually used the prayer beads that he had blessed for decades to deal with his fierce soul at the moment of crisis, these prayer beads, every day by the Huicong monk's chanting excess, have been impregnated with too much Buddha qi, and the merits of decades are used for this moment to save the emergency, and the power is naturally not to be underestimated, the masked old man snorted coldly, and said disdainfully: "With this little ability, I dare to be ugly in front of the poor Tao, which is really beyond my strength." ”

After that, but seeing that the masked old Taoist had words in his mouth, he took out seven or eight yellow paper talismans in a row, condensed the true qi on the yellow paper talismans, and threw them into the sky.

"Boom ......"

Several explosion-like sounds sounded in mid-air one after another, and the rosary quickly collided with the masked old sword talisman, exuding a dazzling brilliance, stirring up a layer of gangqi, spreading out in all directions, blowing everyone's clothes hunting, and some of them couldn't open their eyes.

After all, the blessing of the prayer beads of the monk Hui Cong has been blessed for decades, and the Buddha power contained in the secret is magnificent, although these sword talismans of the masked old way have resisted the strength of most of the prayer beads, and the Buddha's light has faded a lot, but the momentum is still unabated, and it is still heading towards those fierce souls.

Those murderous souls were some top masters before they were alive, and now although they are dead, their cultivation is still there, and when they saw the rosary flying, they resisted one after another, and they knew that they couldn't resist it, and they all tried to dodge, but there were still two or three unjust souls who couldn't dodge, and they were hit by the rosary, and their bodies suddenly fell into a trance for a while, and they almost dissipated.

The evil ghost move in the hand of the masked old man hurriedly shook for a while, and several black gases spewed out from the evil ghost move, and the unjust souls hit by the rosary were shrouded, and after a while, the figures of those fierce spirits gradually stabilized, compared to the past, although they were much lighter, after all, they did not disappear.

"Thief bald donkey! Unexpectedly, the fierce soul that has been cultivated by the poor Dao for decades was almost scattered, see how the poor Dao teaches you! ”

The masked old man was furious, and the evil ghost moves in his hand waved again and again, and a black mist filled the air, and those murderous spirits scattered separately, some in groups of two, and some in groups of three, respectively towards Huikong and the others.

The scene suddenly became lively, the sound of shouting and killing, and the sound of "clanging" when the blades were handed over together, and the monk Huikong and others were beaten by many fierce spirits and retreated again and again, obviously not supporting.

And the masked old man stood aside, sitting on the mountain and watching the tiger fight.

Suddenly, a figure appeared in the sight of the masked old Dao again, and the smile that was originally rippling at the corner of his mouth suddenly disappeared, and he couldn't help but wonder in his heart: "Didn't this kid just be beaten to death by Poor Dao?" Why is it alive again now? ”

Just wondering, with Wu Feng's stride, the masked old Taoist found that Wu Feng's body was surrounded by a layer of faint blue light, and immediately understood, it turned out that this kid actually spent his true yuan, and used his unknown number of years of yang life in exchange for a few hours of scenery, and the cultivator used the true yuan that hurt his own cultivation a lot, and there would be a layer of green and misty aura around him.

"This kid is really kind! Poor Dao is not mistaken, he is really extraordinary. The masked old man's eyes became extremely gloomy.