Monk Huikong pulled out the Buddha beads in his neck, broke the rope that connected the Buddha beads, and loudly pronounced a Buddha name, imprisoning his mind in the Buddha beads, and his whole body was shocked, and those Buddha beads suddenly scattered in all directions, and one by one they ejected towards the murderous souls that surrounded the two of them.

These Buddha beads are hung on the chest by the monk Huikong all day long, eat fast and chant Buddha every day, feel the sound of the Buddha, already have some mana, but can not be compared with the prayer beads of the monk Huicong, once the force is exerted, but it is also full of power, have ejected on the body of those fierce spirits, with a series of screams sounded, those fierce souls were bounced out by the Buddha beads, and the figure was fluttering for a while, but they quickly turned over and stood up.

Monk Huikong grabbed Hui Cong and hurriedly said: "Senior Brother Hui Cong, let's go to Zen Master and Nephew to hide first, and then fight like this, at most, it will be a cup of tea, and we will definitely die!" ”

Monk Hui Cong glanced at the place where Wu Feng and the masked old man were fighting with some worry, only to see a white shadow and a blue-gray figure entangled together, the fight was very exciting, around them, from time to time there would be a big tree that was cut off by the waist, and then fell down, this situation, it was obvious that the two of them used all their strength, a little careless, no matter which side was in danger of dying.

Soon, the monk Huicong felt a tight body, and was pulled by the great monk Huikong and ran in the direction of Zen Xin, and ran to Zen Xin's side in the blink of an eye, Zen Xin still sat with his eyes closed, silently reciting the scriptures, the arrival of Huikong and Huiming, and could not distract this little monk, at this time, Zen Heart has been settled, in his world, only the sound of the Buddha is curling, he is also incarnated as a Buddha, Pudu sentient beings, in his young and immature face is presented is a compassionate expression, the surrounding world, and then he has nothing to do with it.

Subsequently, those murderous souls who were ejected by the Buddha beads turned over and bounced up one by one, and together they came to the side of the little monk of Zen heart, and they were about to step into the barrier arranged by the little monk of Zen heart with mana, at this time, but seeing that the masked old man shook for a while, he successively played three sword talismans towards Wu Feng, branched Wu Feng, jumped on top of a big tree, and danced the evil ghost tricks in his hand, but between the black fog rolling, those fierce spirits all stopped, and they were four or five feet away from the little monk of Zen heart. Qi Qi turned around, adjusted his direction, and ran towards Wu Feng together.

"It's really a generation of talented people, the back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves, how come the people who are out of the dust now are all young men, is it that the poor road is old?" Speaking of this, he couldn't help but sigh, and said: "Poor Dao is looking away again, that young monk is a powerful character, no matter what, since he can't kill those monks, Poor Dao will kill the young man in front of him, and it's not a loss!" ”

The masked old man said, and continued to wave the evil ghost moves in his hand a few times, and those fierce spirits came quickly, surrounding Wu Feng under the big tree where the masked old dao was.

Monk Huikong coughed a few times, spit out a mouthful of blood foam, and gasped: "Amitabha...... This old way is too vicious, such an evil magic weapon as the evil ghost trick is not something we can resist at all, it is not a pity that the poor monk died, but it can't result in the life of this old way, I don't know how many heroes on the rivers and lakes have died under his evil ghost tricks......"