I saw Monk Deadwood, but he didn't notice me.

The main thing is that I wear a mirage mask on my face, which can change a person's appearance, and even hide the spirit. It's hard to spot my whereabouts without a careful check.

Walking into Lengyan Temple, the deadwood monk glanced around, and then sat cross-legged at the door, holding a Zen staff and closing his eyes to recuperate.

Obviously!

The thief monk did not plan to go up the mountain to find me, but planned to wait for the rabbit to block the exit and wait for me to come out.

I'm not in a hurry either.

They all ate the Yang Returning Herb, and at this time the medicinal power had not yet fully worked.

After they have completely refined the Yang Returning Grass and adapted to their new bodies, it will not be too late to turn against this thief monk.

The temple is very large, and I found a place to be close to it, so that I could not only avoid the sight of the deadwood monk, but also see him, so it was not easy to attract his attention.

The disturbances caused by the Evil Buddha Cave attracted many people to visit.

However, there is a ghost king-level evil monk inside, and these people are just looking at it.

If they really had the courage to break into the Evil Buddha Cave, they would not have lingered here for so long, and their indecision was indecisive, which in itself showed that they lacked confidence.

From morning to noon, and then to afternoon until sunset, some people enter the Lengyan Temple and some people go out, and anyone who passes through the door will be carefully examined by the dead wood monk.

There are a few people who dare to come to Lengyan Temple, and there are people who turn their faces on the spot with the deadwood monks. The man's strength was very strong, with two regents of the green ghost generals, but he only supported five moves in the hands of the deadwood monk, and he was smashed by the deadwood monk's head with a Zen staff and died.

Among the people who came in from outside, there were also a few people who clashed with the deadwood monks.

These outsiders were even more unbearable, and they couldn't even survive three moves, so they died under the Zen staff of the deadwood monk.

The deadwood monk was so domineering, causing many people to be dissatisfied, but he dared not speak out.

At dusk, the people on Lion Ridge also returned, and several people clashed with the deadwood monks. However, the deadwood monk was too strong, and the strongest one only lasted until the seventh move, and was killed by him with the same move. Within a day, there were seven or eight lives in the hands of the deadwood monk, and everyone finally realized that a truly ruthless character had come, and no one dared to provoke him again.

Every time the Deadwood Monk made a move, I would take a closer look.

There is no doubt that the current deadwood monk is much stronger than when he was in Dawangzhuang.

I sensed an extremely mysterious power in him, a power that made his moves mysterious and elusive. If nothing else, it should be the Conch Dzi, he really succeeded, and got this treasure from the hands of those lamas in the Potala Palace.

"What are the odds?"

While practicing, I communicate with evil spirits with my mind!

"This old monk is very powerful!"

The evil spirit said angrily: "If you really fight him, my sister will probably be injured, don't you give someone a little compensation first?"

Asking for money is no!

Damn it, I'm so depressed that I vomit blood!

"This man has dzi on him!"

Bai Shuangshuang was silent for a moment, and then said to me: "It's very difficult to bewitch him, you can only kill him!"

"The dzi is very strong, and most of the Taishan stones can't imprison him!"

Wei was also a little depressed, and said to me: "But you can try, even if you can't kill him, it's not a big problem to get out!"

"He's going to die tonight!"

At this moment, the drunken maniac, who had been silent, spoke, and after spitting out these words, he fell silent again and stopped talking.

Belch!

No matter who he faces, the drunkard will never be intimidated, and his opinion has no reference value, because there is always only one way to do it: that is!

But the most cautious ones think they can fight, so let's try it!

Stuck inside by a deadwood monk, we all have a sense of urgency.

are all practicing silently.

In such a holy place of Buddhism, cultivation is twice as effective with half the effort, and the three tantric mudras are silently practiced.

One day.

Two days.

The Deadwood Monk never left the gate, and several times he smiled at me, with a hint of mockery on his lips.

Obviously!

He had already spotted me, but he was not in a hurry to come in and catch me, in a cat-and-mouse posture.

At dusk on the third day, the deadwood monk got up from the ground and walked towards me with a Zen staff.

I knew I couldn't delay any longer, so I walked straight towards the deadwood monk, and I said calmly, "Go out and fight!"

"Good!"

The deadwood monk smiled and said, "You dare to take the initiative to come out, but it is a little surprising to the old man, I thought you would slip away quietly!"

"Just want you to live a few more days!"

Looking at the disgusting face of the dead wood monk, he opened his mouth and said with a smile: "Since you are looking for death yourself, then I will fulfill you!"

"Dead ducks are left with hard mouths!"

The deadwood monk sneered: "If you have any last words, hurry up and explain, the old man won't give you time for a while!"

No!

If it was before, I might have thought about giving Bai Shuqin a call, but now I don't think I need it, because I already have a sense of confidence in my heart. This self-confidence has been honed again and again in the sea of corpses and blood, although I know that he is very strong, I still feel that he can't suppress me, and my chances of winning will be greater in the fight!

Walk outside Lengyan Temple.

The moonlight tonight is bright, but it is winter at this time, and there is a biting chill in the cold.

Walk to a no-man's land.

The Deadwood Monk turned around and stared at me coldly.

Raising the Zen staff in his hand, the dead wood monk burst out with an incomparably powerful momentum, like a torrent of waves, and like a heavy mountain, trying to crush me from the momentum.

In his heart, he silently recited the Ming King Sutra, and he could not move the Ming King Seal, resisting this pressure, and at the same time summoning the ghost slave out.

Seeing that I had four ghost slaves, a trace of surprise flashed in the eyes of the deadwood monk, and he laughed: "There are a lot of them, but what is the use of a group of wastes!"

Faced with the contempt of the deadwood monk, the drunken maniac was the first to hold back, raised his knife and strode forward.

Although there was only one person, there was an aura of thousands of troops, and his speed continued to increase, like a thunderbolt, sweeping thousands of troops and slashing at the head of the deadwood monk.

The drunken maniac who is in a mess, the force is already terrifyingly high, and the drunkard who awakens is even more reborn, although this knife is not as terrible as the evil monk, but there is an invincible and invincible momentum, and if you block it, you will die!

Facing the drunken maniac's knife, the deadwood monk's pupils shrank, and the Zen staff in his hand bounced to the ground, holding it with both hands and slamming it violently, touching the knife, and the two of them took two steps back at the same time. The drunken maniac roared violently, and with a twist of his body, he slashed out a three-hundred-and-sixty-degree arc and slashed at the neck of the deadwood monk.

This knife was extremely strong, and the deadwood monk didn't intend to take it hard, and took a few steps back.

Strictly speaking, avoiding its edge is not a mistake, but the drunken maniac at the moment is unforgiving. The knife in his hand slashed wildly, constantly attacking, the heavy and clumsy knife, there seemed to be a spirituality in his hand, this kind of mysterious and mysterious feeling, I have only seen it in Zuo Feng and Lei Xingtian.

No doubt!

The drunken maniac at this moment may not be as powerful as them, but in terms of swordsmanship, he is already at the same level as them, and even faintly superior!

This result was completely unexpected by me, I originally thought that five to one would be a difficult battle, but after awakening, the drunken maniac dared to fight hard with the deadwood monk alone. It was hard to win, but it gave me the light of day!

"Let's get on it!"

I shouted to them, "Kill him!"

The fight started, and the Wei who was ready to attack directly sacrificed Taishan Stone, and the yin and yang qi pressed down on the top of the dead wood monk's head, wanting to restrict his actions.

However, the deadwood monk has dzi on his body, and the power of dzi and the power of Taishan stone continue to compete and cancel, and the role of Taishan stone is greatly reduced, and he can't be imprisoned at all.

The evil spirit sneered, directly consumed a large amount of Yin Qi beads, cast the Ghost King Law Phase, and forcibly raised his realm up, the sea of blood churned and the azure silk flew and pierced, and attacked fiercely towards the deadwood monk. At this moment, Bai Shuangshuang is not as weak as before, fusing his hand bones and making unscrupulous moves.

Bai Shuangshuang, who shot with all his might, was also terrifying!

As far as the eye can see, there are illusions of her everywhere, true and false, false and real, the green snake sword is ever-changing in her hand, and the sword shadow is heavy, constantly attacking the deadwood monk.

In the face of the fierce attack of the four ghost slaves, the deadwood monk was in big trouble, and he kept fighting back, wanting to kill one first and relieve his own pressure.

But after awakening, the drunken maniac is too rich in combat experience, and he is like a piece of kraft candy clinging to the deadwood monk, not giving him a chance to attack others at all. And the attack of the evil spirit is completely the nightmare of the deadwood monk, thousands of long hairs are pervasive, forcing him to be in a hurry, coupled with the containment of Bai Shuangshuang's illusions, the deadwood monk is unspeakably miserable with one enemy and three enemies.

As soon as the battle began, there were signs of being crushed!

That's it!

The Rays have joined the fray!

After its transformation, its melee abilities have become terrifying.

While manipulating the Tarzan Stone to restrict the Deadwood Monk's movements, he stared at his legs biting, which was exactly the same trick as a dog biting a man, making it even more difficult for the Deadwood Monk to deal with.

Faced with the siege of the evil spirits and drunken maniacs, the deadwood monk could not resist even if he had a dzi, and had no choice but to give up dealing with Bai Shuangshuang's illusion and resist the attacks of the three of them with all his might.

Suddenly!

Bai Shuangshuang shot!

The Green Snake Sword pierced through the void and silently stabbed into the back of the dead wood monk's waist, several inches deeper.

was attacked by Bai Shuangshuang, and the deadwood monk went crazy with anger, his body turned and rose into the air, and he slashed at Bai Shuangshuang's head with a backhand.

Bai Shuangshuang was very cunning, as soon as the green snake sword pierced into the body of the deadwood monk, she let go of the hilt of the sword and disappeared, and the deadwood monk's ready-to-go blow actually hit the clearing.

Seizing this opportunity, the drunken maniac's knife slashed at the back of the deadwood monk!

Sensing that the situation was not good, the deadwood monk hurriedly raised his Zen staff to resist, and in his haste his strength was inevitably insufficient, the Zen staff was slashed by the knife, and the heavy blade slashed into his shoulder, and blood splashed. At the same time, the evil spirit also seized the opportunity, and dozens of long hairs pierced into the body of the deadwood monk, constantly absorbing his essence blood.

The deadwood monk roared violently, and struck the knife with his Zen staff, breaking the long hair of the evil spirit, looking very embarrassed.

Seeing this, I was very depressed!

I thought it was a vicious battle, but now it seems that there is nothing wrong with me anymore!

"Zhang Longtian!"

The deadwood monk swept away thousands of troops, forced them back, and scolded me loudly: "You coward, dare to fight me alone?"

Hahaha!

Do you want to go head-to-head with me?

Of course there is no problem!

"Beat him up until he has half a breath left!"

I retreated a few meters further and shouted to the evil spirits, drunkards, and maniacs: "Then don't make a move, I will fight him alone and fulfill his wishes!"