"Amitabha!"

A trumpet sounded, and the golden bowl shrank rapidly and flew back into the hands of a white-eyed old monk.

Zhang Hao raised his eyebrows, his eyes burst into two fine lights, and he exclaimed: "It's you!" ”

The old monk held the golden bowl in one hand and put the other hand on his chest, and said, "Donor, we meet again!" ”

Zhang Hao pursed his lips, shook his head and said, "You old monk is really annoying, there is no end?" ”

The old monk chuckled, his eyes flashed, and said, "Donor, as long as you hand over the female ghost, the poor monk will let you go!" ”

Zhang Hao sneered and said, "Old monk, I don't understand, don't you Buddhism pay attention to the four major emptiness, why are you so obsessed with catching a female ghost?" ”

The old monk shook his head slightly, and said: "The donor doesn't know, the poor monk is the chief worshipper of the Xizhou Mansion, and the Dharma name is not readful, because the female ghost has harassed the state capital many times, so the poor monk wants to arrest her, exceed, and let her reincarnate!" ”

Zhang Hao's eyes flashed, touched his chin and said: "It turned out to be a Zen master of Wunian, that female ghost I will be more than for you, so I won't work for Zen master!" ”

The old monk shook his head slightly, and said: "This matter is ordered by the state lord personally, the poor monk does not dare to slack off, the donor should hand over the female ghost to the poor monk!" ”

Zhang Hao sneered, his eyes showed a playful smile, and said, "What if I don't pay it?" ”

The old monk's face turned cold, his eyes flashed with coldness, he looked at Bai Muxue beside Zhang Hao, and said coldly: "Then don't blame the poor monk for being polite!" ”

Zhang Hao pursed his lips and said, "Old monk, are you so hard that you forgot that you were our Mu Xue's subordinate last time?" ”

The old monk snorted coldly, the monk's robe on his body was windless, and he said coldly: "Last time, this female benefactor was just relying on the benefits of weapons, and this time the poor monk brought me the treasure of Buddhism." Who will win or sleep is not certain? ”

Zhang Hao raised his eyebrows, looked at the golden bowl in the old monk's hand with interest, nodded, and said, "Just your broken bowl, I'll look at it, Mu Xue." And he will be handed over to you! As he spoke, Zhang Hao shook his head and stepped back and looked at Bai Muxue.

Bai Muxue frowned slightly, the bowl just now was able to suck away the cold qi of the Ice Spirit Divine Sword, it seemed that it was indeed not simple, and at this time she was full of spirit.

The old monk looked at Bai Muxue, his eyes were full of brilliance, and he actually saluted with one hand: "Female donor, please!" ”

Bai Muxue looked at the old monk in disgust, and the Ice Spirit Divine Sword came out of its sheath. Without saying a word, a white light flew away.

The old monk looked at it, pushed out a few steps, and at the same time, with a flip of his hand, he aimed the bowl at Bai Mang, and shouted: "Close!" ”

Suddenly, the bowl was filled with golden light, and a stream of golden light emanated, covering the white mang. actually sucked Bai Mang into it.

Bai Muxue raised her eyebrows and snorted. Flying upright, holding the Ice Spirit Divine Sword with both hands, the sword was cut off on the head, and suddenly a half-moon-shaped white light pierced the sky and slashed directly at the old monk.

The old monk was obviously also extremely jealous of the Ice Spirit Divine Sword, and his figure flashed, which was able to avoid Bai Mang. But he saw the white mangs hitting the ground. A deep ravine was cut out, and the ravines were covered in a slight chill and covered with ice slag.

Bai Muxue missed the blow, and her body turned into a white shadow, like a sharp sword. Wrapped in white mang, he rushed straight towards the old monk.

The old monk was startled, flipped his hand, and pushed out the golden bowl, and the golden bowl bloomed with golden light to greet Bai Muxue.

The toothache of "......" sounded, and the golden light and white mang rioted, resisting each other and stalemate.

When the old monk saw it, his white eyebrows trembled, his hands formed a strange seal, and he pushed forward, and suddenly a golden "swastika" grew in the wind, and through the golden bowl, it was magnified several times, and rushed towards Bai Muxue.

Bai Muxue was startled, her hand flipped over, and the Six Gods Ice Crystal Lotus stood in front of her, blooming out of the Dao Baimang, and meeting the golden word "swastika", at the same time, her figure retreated violently.

There was a loud "boom", the light moved, the aftermath surged like a tide, and the wind moved.

Bai Muxue's face turned pale, looking at the old monk, her eyes were cold and riotous.

The old monk summoned back the golden bowl, looked down, but saw a phantom of a white phoenix floating in the golden bowl, and was startled at the moment, looked at Bai Muxue and said: "You are actually a demon, the poor monk will not spare you today!" ”

Zhang Hao's face changed greatly, and he said in his heart: "The golden bowl in the old monk's hand is very powerful, and it can actually shine on Mu Xue's true body, it seems that the situation is not good!" ”

Bai Muxue snorted coldly, her jade face was frosty, and she held the Ice Spirit Divine Sword a little tighter.

The old monk looked at Bai Muxue, his eyes were bright, and with a pull of his right hand, he actually ripped off the robe on his body, and then flicked it, and the robe flew to the top of Zhang Hao and Bai Muxue's heads with golden light, and it was actually used as a hood.

Bai Muxue snorted coldly, her figure rushed straight up, and the Ice Spirit Divine Sword in her hand was bright, and her power was amazing, and she wanted to pierce the robe.

The Ice Spirit Divine Sword pierced the robe, but it did not break through, and was blocked by a layer of golden light.

When the old monk saw it, he was overjoyed, and the seal in his hand changed, and he shouted: "Bind! ”

The robe suddenly burst into golden light, and the four corners went downward, actually wrapping Bai Muxue.

When Zhang Hao saw it, he was immediately shocked and shouted: "Mu Xue! ”

The old monk's eyes lit up, and the golden bowl in his hand flipped over, and he was about to accept Bai Muxue. At this moment, a black flame rushed towards the old monk. The old monk raised his eyebrows, so he had to turn the golden bowl and retract it towards the black flame.

The golden light was sheng, and it actually covered the Nine Netherworld Fire, looking at the situation, there was a faint tendency to pull.

When the old monk saw it, his brows furrowed, his eyes lit up, and he shouted: "Collect!" ”

Suddenly, the golden light of the golden bowl became a little more prosperous, and a golden vortex spun rapidly, and it actually "exhaled", sucking the Nine Nether Fire into it.

When Zhang Hao saw it, he was taken aback and shouted: "Rise!" ”

The golden bowl in the old monk's hand suddenly became hot, and even reddened. The old monk was startled, his face changed greatly, and the golden bowl came out of his hand.

With a "whew", the pitch-black Nine Netherworld Flames jumped out and flew back into Zhang Hao's hands.

At this moment, taking advantage of the old monk's distraction, the robe actually revealed a ray of white light, gradually more and more.

The old monk looked at it and shouted, "It's not good! ”

Sure enough, the robe exploded, Bai Muxue flew straight out, squealed, and slashed at the old monk.

The old monk frowned, and with a pull of his hand, the golden bowl on the ground jumped up, and rushed towards Bai Muxue with golden light.

With a loud sound of "ding", the golden light and white mangs rioted, and the brilliance spread out.

Bai Muxue's figure flew out upside down, and with the momentum, her figure flashed, pulled Zhang Hao, and fled.

The old monk summoned back the golden bowl, looked down at the golden bowl in his hand carefully, and found that it was intact, so he was relieved.

Immediately, the old monk's eyes flashed with resentment, and he said coldly: "Hmph, demon, the poor monk will not spare you!" (To be continued......)