"Little monk, don't deceive people too much!"

In the quiet and dark valley, a low and hoarse roar was heard, and a group of black crows swept over the valley with a terrible scream.

The young monk put his left hand on his chest, pointed his right hand with a Zen staff forward, and shouted: "Bold and wicked! You have killed innocents, sucked people's blood, and committed heinous crimes. ”

The sound was like thunder, and the young monk's voice full of righteousness entered the deep valley, as if to suppress the howling wind in the valley.

"Little monk, I'm just sucking a few useless mortals, what's the matter with you, don't think I'm afraid of your Great Compassion Sect, and this is the realm of the Demon Gate, are you meddling. ”

"Amitabha, you and other fierce things and evil cultivators, mutilating innocent mortals, the righteous path and the devil's path can't tolerate you!" The young monk was awe-inspiring and shouted: "Come out quickly, let the little monk give you a ride." ”

"Little bald donkey, you really want to force me!" The monster in the deep valley seemed to be completely angry, and the yin wind vibrated violently, and an extremely cold aura came from the deep valley.

The little monk is solemn, holding a Zen staff, reciting scriptures silently in his mouth, and waiting for him.

However, after waiting for a long time, the murderous thing in the valley did not appear, but the yin wind continued to blow, the young monk frowned slightly, looked up at the full moon in the sky, pinched his fingers and counted, and suddenly his expression changed slightly.

"It's not good, the bright moon is on the head, it's the full moon today, this monster's mana has increased greatly, it's not good!"

The young monk showed an anxious look on his face, thought for a moment, gritted his teeth, and silently recited the sentence 'I don't go to hell, who will go to hell', and his body rose into the air, and a few verticals swept towards the depths of the valley.

Under the moonlight, a white figure also quietly followed the young monk and swept into the depths of the valley.

Deep in the valley, under the moonlight, there was a huge cemetery, and judging by the scale of the tomb, this man must not have been an ordinary family in his life.

In the huge main tomb in the middle of the cemetery, a stone tablet about seven or eight feet high for the tomb door was pushed open and fell aside, revealing the dark tomb opening.

In the open space in front of the tomb, a tattered figure stood there quietly, looking strange and inexplicable.

"Amitabha, it's actually a stiff hair. ”

The stiff hair in front of the tomb, nearly eight feet tall, pale skin, a tattered outfit, but not like the previous dry bone zombies like rotten muscles, this stiff muscles are strong and strong, black hair like ink, sharp eyes, cold and gloomy, and the nails of both fingers are three inches long, which is terrifying.

This stiff-haired beast is looking up to the sky at the moment, enjoying the nourishment of the moonlight unscrupulously, swallowing the moonlight and condensing the essence of the moonlight.

"Hairy?"

Mo Wudao, who had reined in the aura of his whole body and was quietly hiding in the dark woods, also frowned.

According to ancient records, this hair stiff is also known as black stiffness, black hair will grow on the body, and the corpse qi will change from green to black, forming a black evil qi, which can protect the corpse from being harmed.

The high-level Mao Zombie, even the magic weapon of the cultivator is difficult to hurt in the slightest, if it is the Mao Zombie who has opened the zombie bloodline, it can be passed on from the bloodline to the origin spell, which is extremely powerful.

"I don't know if this little monk can deal with it!"

After Mo Wudao left Qingfeng Town, he inquired with passers-by, and he touched the outside of the valley all the way, and watched the little monk fighting zombies with interest in the distance.

Buddha cultivator Mo Wudao has also seen it in the earth star, but in the environment of the earth star, the Buddha cultivator is not happy, and there are very few monks who can achieve great success.

He wanted to see how powerful the little monk of the Lan Shenzhou Cultivation Realm was this day.

"Jie Ji ······" A terrible and ugly sound sounded, and Mao Zhuang, who was standing in front of the tomb, finally moved.

"Well, what a handsome little monk, full of essence and blood, comparable to hundreds of mortals, little bald donkey, this is sent by you yourself, you are welcome. ”

This young monk is a cultivator, his life essence is incomparably vigorous, and his essence blood contains pure aura, which naturally has an incomparably attractive charm for this hairy stiffness.

"Amitabha! Demon, when death is on the verge of death, you still want to harm people!" the young monk recited a Buddha name, staring at the stiff hair vigilantly.

The stiff man swallowed a mouthful of Yuehua with great enjoyment, grinned at the young monk, and showed two fangs, "Little bald donkey, damn it's you!"

Phew······

Like a strong wind, this stiff head and feet glared at the ground, and instantly crossed a distance of dozens of zhang and came to the young monk.

"Roar!"

Mao Zhuang opened his mouth and roared, and his three-inch-long nails claws grabbed at the monk's head, glowing with scarlet blood.

Boom!

The piercing sound of gold and iron intersecting sounded, and a large area of sparks appeared in the air, and the young monk's Zen staff shook in his hand, and a person and a corpse were separated.

"This demon has such hard claws!" The young monk stabilized his body, held a Zen staff, and pulled his posture apart.

When the bright moon was in the sky, one after another moonlight fell from the sky, this hair stiff swallowed in one gulp, roared violently, and grabbed the young monk's head again.

The young monk was not in a hurry, stabilized his body, held the Zen staff, and resisted a pair of sharp claws with stiff hair.

"Roar!"

During the struggle, this Mao stiff suddenly opened his mouth and spewed out a mouthful of cold black corpse qi, covering the young monk who was close at hand.

"Poof······ Puff ······"

A circle of golden light suddenly appeared on the young monk's body, automatically blocking the attack of the hairy zombie qi, and as soon as the corpse qi and the golden light came into contact, it emitted a corrosive sound, emitting green smoke, and slowly dissipated.

"Talisman Baby! Golden Body Blessing!"

Mo Wudao, who was hiding in the shadows, smacked his mouth, the golden light of this young monk's automatic body protection seemed to be the unique Arhat golden body protection body of Buddhist cultivators, and the true qi of body protection cultivated by martial arts masters could automatically protect the master.

"Ahh

Mao Zhuang seemed to hate this kind of golden light with the righteousness of Buddhism, roared bitterly, and fought hard to hit a Zen staff with his body, and the sharp corpse claws tore the golden light of the body, and then snorted and was knocked out by the young monk.

The young monk was also not very comfortable, the golden light of the protective body was directly torn, the qi and blood were a little surging, his chest rose and fell violently, and he felt a little out of breath.

"Amitabha! Demon, the sea of suffering is boundless, and turning back is the shore!"

Mao Zhuang didn't speak, but raised his head to the sky and let out a long roar, and a moonlight that was more dazzling than before fell from the sky, and was quickly swallowed into his body, and then the chest that had been dented by the Zen staff before slowly returned to its original state, and the black corpse qi on his body was also a little thicker.

"Haha······ Little bald donkey, don't be ashamed, this king wants to suck up the essence and blood on your body, and then turn you into a zombie with dry bones. ”

The black qi around Mao Zhuang's body was agitated, he howled angrily, his muscles bulged, and a corpse claw grabbed the young monk again, but this time, the sharp corpse claw carried a scarlet and smelly purple-black corpse poison.

The young monk said a Buddha call, propped up the golden light to protect his whole body, and then waved his Zen staff and blasted it into all parts of Mao's body.

There was another explosion of gold and iron, sparks splashed everywhere, and no one could help anyone with a person and a corpse.

However, if it continues, it will definitely be the young monk who will lose.

This stiff hair can resist the attack of the Zen staff with the strength of the body, and now that the moon is empty, the endless moonlight replenishes the corpse qi, and he will not feel tired at all.

However, the Buddha power in the body of the young monk is very consumed, and it is not suitable to fight a protracted battle.

What Mao Zhuang was thinking at the moment was: Lao Tzu will rely on this body to drag you to death a little bald donkey.

"If this continues, this little monk will kneel!"

In the dark, Mo Wudao was also slightly worried, how could this little monk not make a big move, and it was not a wise move to fight with this stiff body.

"Amitabha!"

The young monk was not stupid, he fought against Mao Zhuang for a while, seized the opportunity to open the distance, took out a golden bowl, threw it at Mao Zhuang's head, buzzed and swirled, emitting an extremely dazzling glare.

"Ahh

Mao Zhuang's whole body stiffened, and he screamed, his pale skin oozed black, and layers of black protective layers protected his whole body, which could withstand the golden light sprinkled by the golden bowl.

"Amitabha!"

The young monk's face was happy, he thrust the Zen staff to his side, sealed his hands, and continued to play one trick after another towards the golden bowl on Mao Zhuang's head, making the golden bowl shine more vigorously, and the black corpse qi around Mao Zhuang's body emitted wisps of green smoke, which were purified layer by layer.

"This golden bowl magic weapon is so powerful, but why can't you see the quality, the high-grade spiritual weapon?" Mo Wudao looked at the light emitted by the golden bowl and could actually purify the stiff corpse qi, and dared to be a little interested.

However, it is clear that Mao Zhuang cannot be subdued so easily.

"Roar!"

There was another earth-shattering roar, and the black qi on Mao Zhuang's body swayed for a while, and it suddenly grew a few feet outward again, resisting the golden light, and there seemed to be a tendency to be anti-guest-oriented.

And the golden bowl began to shake slowly, and cold sweat gradually broke out on the young monk's smooth head, and with a flip of his right hand, he actually found a wooden fish of unknown grade, which was also thrown on Mao Zhuang's head, and sprinkled a burst of golden light again, and the golden bowl that could not be supported by support was almost unbearable.

"There are a lot of treasures for this little monk. ”

Mo Wudao pursed his lips, and then thought with some evil taste, now this little monk is distracted and controls the two magic weapons to suppress the hairy stiffness, if someone comes out from behind and stabs him······

Click!

Suddenly, the ground behind the young monk cracked, and a dry bone zombie staggered out, and two ghostly eyes rolled and pounced on the young monk's back.

And, very quickly, a second, a third, and a fourth crawled out of the ground······

"Uh······"

Mo Wudao was a little speechless, his mouth had not been opened, how could he have been prophesied by himself.

The young monk also discovered the movement behind him, but he was devoting himself to suppressing the strong Mao Stiff in front of him at the moment, if he withdrew now, he would definitely be counterattacked, and he could only flee for his life!

Roar!

Mao Zhuang, who was wrapped in black corpse qi, also roared angrily, and the black corpse qi gushed out continuously, forcibly impacting the purification of the golden bowl and the wooden fish, as if it was going to bite and drag the young monk to death.