As soon as Ling Feng saw this situation, he knew that the Red Flower Society was close to Lu'an City, and he resolutely floated towards the north, striving to rush into the fierce battle field in the shortest possible time and fight to the death with the evil beasts.

Ling Feng floated in the air for more than ten miles, and when he looked down, a group of demonic beasts were chasing after the bald monk whose robe was broken.

This team of monks was disheveled, looking extremely embarrassed, and said that their dignity had been lost, and they had become a strong bow, and they were in danger of being completely annihilated.

The abbot of Shaolin Temple, wearing a big red gold robe, led his disciples to fight and retreat, unable to get rid of the pursuit of demons and monsters, and was in a dangerous situation, and the shadow of death shrouded the monk's heart.

Ling Feng flew into the sky above the arena, and he struck with both hands, flying out dozens of fireballs, shining with light, and throwing them down on the top of the demonic beast's head.

The lightning flashed, and the fireball fell into the crowd of demonic beasts, "Crack, crack!" A sky-shattering explosion rang out, and the corpses of the demonic beasts were scattered.

"Ahh

"Wow!" the howl of the fierce beast came out, deafening and terrifying.

Previously, the Red Flower Society was a demon and met the Shaolin faction in Fuyang, Anhui Province, and attacked with the release of fierce birds and monsters.

The Shaolin monk and the demon beast of the Red Flower Society, after countless bloody battles, could not resist the enemy, and they were defeated and retreated......

The Red Flower Society demon beasts, bite tightly, take advantage of the victory to chase all the way to cover and kill, Shaolin monks killed and injured a lot, more than 500 people, sharply reduced by nearly half, there are less than 300 monks.

The Red Flower Society demons drove away a group of demonic beasts, driving Shaolin monks to run around and get tired of running for their lives, and this group of thugs was in a moment of madness.

There was a thunderclap in the air, and lightning flashed, hitting the head of the demonic beast.

The sudden explosion of thunder made the mob monster turn around in a daze, and he didn't know the west to the east.

Thunder on a dry day? This is a very unusual celestial phenomenon, and it would be such a coincidence, and the rolling thunder fell and exploded in the herd of demonic beasts.

The leader of the mob is called Feng Motou, nicknamed "Crazy Demon Big Head", this head is as big as a fight, with a nompy face, he even apprenticed to the demon in the Qinling Demon Cave, and learned the magic of the magic is extraordinary.

Feng Motou is an anti-Qing pioneer, leading the disciples to take the lead, charging all the way to the fall, killing the Qing soldiers to abandon the armor, the Shaolin monks are invincible and defeated, he is arrogant and arrogant, it seems that he is invincible, and he is in the carnival of victory.

Feng Motou was also stunned by the flying thunder on the ground, and he couldn't help but stare at him.

But for a moment, Feng Motou is a demon after all, he has a demon surname, and he calculates that there are masters to help the Shaolin monks, and secretly attack, otherwise, why does the dry sky fly thunder to attack the demon beasts, why not fall on the head of the monk, come to the head of a Buddha, blow up to the west sky, and enter the Elysium to become an immortal Buddha!

Feng Motou hurriedly contracted the team and put on a plum blossom-shaped formation, the five petals were as sharp as blades, constantly rotating, the demonic beast was forming petals on the periphery, and the demon was in the center of the flower.

Feng Motou opened his eyes, sat condescendingly in the middle of the flowers with his legs crossed, and held a plum blossom in his hand, in case the enemy appeared and stepped forward to strike with all his might.

Ling Feng carried the Xuan Gong in the air, and struck a blow at the demonic beast, and the shadowless body slowly fell in its original form, floating in front of the Zhixin Master.

The Shaolin monk retreated all the way, unable to resist the fierce attack of the demon beast, suddenly, looked up and saw a person in the air, floating in front of him, this person is not very old, is in the prime of his youth, dressed differently, is a person from another world, I don't know where it comes from?

The Shaolin monks stared at Ling Feng with curious eyes and greeted them together.

Ling Feng fell in front of the old monk in a golden robe, and when he talked with Dolmei, he learned the identity of this old monk, and he clasped his fists with both hands, and said with a salute: "Master, you are the abbot of Shaolin Temple!"

"It's the old man, where did you come from? I haven't seen my face in the martial arts, so I asked for the name of the high surname and the grace of helping the enemy, and I thanked you in advance. ”

"Junior, called Ling Feng is also! Not from this generation, from outside the time realm, I can't tell for a while, now, the demonic beasts are rampant, rampant in the world, we regard it as our responsibility to eliminate the demonic beasts and destroy the demons, and come to help each other. ”

"Oh! It is a messenger sent by God, then, the people of the world have been saved, thanks to the virtue of God's good life, there are strong men who appear in the martial arts, and they can turn the tide of the rivers and lakes, which is the hope of the fortunate people of the country! Amitabha, God blesses. Master Zhixin put his hands together and said.

Feng Motou saw that the person in the air appeared in his original form, and sure enough, he guessed correctly, it was just a person, and he couldn't escape the fate of being torn apart by the demonic beast.

Ling Feng and Master Zhixin were in a cold position.

Feng Motou led the demonic beasts, commanding the plum blossom formation, quickly circling and rolling up, rushing forward and advancing rapidly, only more than ten zhang away from where Ling Feng and Zhixin were standing.

Feng Motou silently recited the magic trick in his mouth: "Mei Ma Mei Ma shows the devil, a plum blossom blooms in blood, please come out of the demon wind and be fierce, kill the living creatures and dissipate the shadow, kill!"

"Kill!", Feng Motou shouted, suddenly, a plum blossom in his hand, "Whew!" The disc rotated and shot out a red light, flying towards Ling Feng and Master Zhixin.

A plum blossom transforms into a little tender red, with buds ready to bloom, and the fragrance wafts out.

Master Zhixin's face showed an ugly color, and he swept to the side, only to avoid the scent of plum blossoms.

Ling Feng smelled the fragrance of plum blossoms, and suddenly felt that he was in his heart, and suddenly, the figure disappeared into a plum blossom.

"The old monk is fortunate that you can avoid the plum blossoms, and the ancestral tomb has burned high incense, so the young man is not so lucky!

Ling Feng's body disappeared, turned into a wisp of ghost, drilled into a plum blossom, Mei Rui accumulated a huge magic power, he sent out Xuan Gong to fight against it, there is a strong current in the body, become a large magnetic field, when protecting the body, it excites the magnetic surname power, shoots out a circle of electromagnetic waves, kills the invading enemy, and has a strong magnetic surname suction when he needs it.

The fragrance of this plum blossom is quite suitable for their own appetite, and the magic power in the stamen is sucked into the blood little by little, neutralizing the Xuan Gong for their own sake, and after a while, the magic and Xuan Gong are mixed into one and circulates in the blood.

Ling Feng was in the middle of a plum blossom when he heard Feng Motou ordering to hunt down and kill the Shaolin monk.