The young monk's face was bitter.

"Master said that I will have a catastrophe when I go down the mountain this time, is it that the little monk is going to die here?"

Seeing that the dry bone zombie was about to approach the back of the young monk, Mo Wudao was also struggling with whether to make a move.

It stands to reason that this stiff is indeed a murderous thing that endangers the world, and he should take care of it, but now Mo Wudao is not sure!

This is the full moon, and the stiff has the supplement of the bright moonlight in the sky, and this young monk has been fighting for a long time, and he has not caused substantial harm to the other party at all.

And Mo Wudao didn't think that his current strength could beat that stiff head, and it was a stiff head that was provoked.

"Fellow Daoists hiding behind the tree, please help the little monk to relieve the siege!" Suddenly, the young monk's calm voice appeared in Mo Wudao's ears.

Mo Wudao was startled, and said secretly, this little monk had already discovered himself, "The art of sound transmission!"

"I also ask Taoist friends to help the little monk, the little monk is grateful! Amitabha!" The young monk's voice sounded in Mo Wudao's ears again.

Those dry bone zombies had already arrived behind the young monk, and were attacking the young monk's protective golden light in a hurry.

Since the other party found himself, Mo Wudao was not hiding, a few volleys flew in the air, and landed lightly behind the young monk, waving a few palm thunders to clean up a few dry bone zombies.

"Little monk, how did you find me?"

The young monk struggled to manipulate the golden bowl and the wooden fish to suppress the stiff hair, and looked back at Mo Wudao who appeared beside him with a smile, "Daoyou's method of stealth and breathing is indeed exquisite, but the little monk has a wonderful method, which can see through and visit the invisibility method of people who are not much higher than the little monk." ”

Mo Wudao nodded slightly, thinking that his Dao method had failed!

casually smashed the two dry bone zombies who wanted to take the opportunity to sneak attack, Mo Wudao glanced at the suppressed dead hair stiff, and said: "Under Mo Wudao, I don't know what to call the little monk?"

"The little monk Dharma is called Fanxin, thank you for your help!" The young monk was not annoyed and called him a little monk, after all, he was really a little monk.

Mo Wudao looked at the little monk Fanxin pretending to be 'laborious' to suppress Mao Zhuang, and smiled thoughtfully: "Little monk, you are so calculating!"

Standing beside this little monk, Mo Wudao found that the Buddha power in this little monk's body was rolling, and the previous battle did not waste much energy at all.

This deliberately shows that he is invincible and can't make a move, but he just wants to lure himself out, if he is a friend or foe, he will probably be caught off guard by the little monk.

This little monk looks kind, and his heart is really insidious!

"Amitabha, the world is difficult and dangerous, and Fanxin is also to save his life!" the little monk replied with a faint smile, and he didn't feel embarrassed.

Mo Wudao rolled his eyes, this little monk was real, the dry bone zombie summoned by Mao Zhuang to sneak attack had already been taken care of by him, and Mo Wudao's gaze also moved to Mao Zhuang who was suppressed by the golden light.

"Little monk, your worries have been removed, shouldn't you spend a time with a fateful 'person'!"

"Amitabha, this is nature!"

Fanxin saw that Mo Wudao had no malicious intent, and announced a Buddha name, and the surging Buddha power was output, and the wooden fish and the golden bowl on Mao Zhuang's head shone brightly, and the black corpse qi made a sneering sound, and was quickly purified by the golden light.

"Roar!"

With the continuous purification of the golden light, the figure of Mao Stiff was revealed again, roaring with great rage, desperately resisting the illumination of the golden light.

"Little bald donkey, you really want to kill them all!"

The golden light purified the protective corpse qi, shining on Mao Zhuang's body, bursts of green smoke came out, Mao Zhuang's terrifying eyes glared at Monk Fanxin resentfully, and then swept over Mo Wudao's body vigilantly.

Mo Wudao raised his hands, took a few steps back, and said, "I don't interfere, I'll take a look, you continue!"

The little monk of Fanxin was stunned, shook his head helplessly, and found Mo Wudao's style quite interesting, but he didn't say anything, and shouted at Mao Zhuang: "Amitabha, demon, you still let the little monk and me go over! ”

"Humph!"

Mao stiffened and roared, and some tattered flesh suddenly doubled, and his toes slammed on the ground, soaring into the air, and the two corpse claws grabbed the golden bowl and wooden fish above his head.

With a bang, the corpse claw collided with the golden bowl and the wooden fish, the golden bowl and the wooden fish just shook a little, and Mao Zhuang was shocked back to the ground, and the corpse claws were dripping with blood and suffered a small injury.

The little monk of Fanxin took the opportunity to let the golden bowl and the wooden fish press down, and smashed it towards Mao Zhuang's head, Mao Zhuang wanted to dodge, but the golden bowl and the wooden fish suddenly accelerated and hit Mao Zhuang's chest.

Bang bang bang!

The golden bowl and the wooden fish kept bombarding Mao Zhuang's body, and every time Mao Zhuang's body was damaged, Mao Zombie screamed again and again, but he couldn't die for a while.

"This stiff body is really strong, worthy of being copper-skinned and iron-clad, if it is a flying stiff stronger than the stiff hair, it is estimated that the monks below the distraction period will not even be able to hurt the other party's body. ”

Mo Wudao watched the golden bowl and wooden fish of the monk of Fanxin constantly smash on Mao Zhuang's body, and his heart and liver trembled slightly, if this was smashed on himself, it was estimated that his muscles and bones would be broken, his five organs would be displaced, and he would vomit blood and die.

"Roar, Roar, Roar, ······Roar, Roar, T

Mao Zhuang didn't seem to be able to stand the continuous attacks of the Brahma Heart monk, and he raised his head to the sky and roared again, and saw a thick and condensed moonlight falling from the sky, which was swallowed by the Mao Zhuang, and then the sunken flesh and bone on Mao Zhuang's body recovered again.

Then the stiffness seemed to erupt all at once, and the two corpse claws slammed into the attacking golden bowl and wooden fish.

Boom!

The wooden fish and the golden bowl were knocked out at once, and the light dimmed, while the monk of Fanxin turned pale, his body shook a little, and his hands quickly sealed, and the golden bowl and the wooden fish flew back to his side.

"Amitabha, how can this demon be so tenacious!" Monk Fanxin's eyebrows furrowed, and he looked at the stiffness that had strengthened a little after absorbing Yuehua.

If you continue to fight like this, it won't be endless!

"Mo Daoyou, do you have a way to subdue this murderous thing?"

Helpless, the monk had no choice but to seek a way from Mo Wudao, but he didn't have much hope, because now Mo Wudao did not hide his cultivation, and Fanxin was very keenly aware of the true yuan fluctuations in Mo Wudao's dantian, and his cultivation was still below him.

Mo Wudao shrugged his shoulders, "The little master of the Great Compassion Sect can't surrender, so where can I surrender!"

"Daoist friends are wrong in this statement! All Daoists have their own strengths, and my Buddhists are not very good at attacking, so they can't cause substantial damage to this fierce thing;

I look at the Taoist friend with a long sword on his back, guess it is a kendo monk, the sword is in the same vein, the edge is the strongest, the attack is the strongest, the Taoist friend may wish to give it a try, in addition to this murderous thing, to keep this place peaceful, the merit is immeasurable!"

"Amitabha!" said the Buddha name.

"It makes sense, I'm speechless!"

Mo Wudao touched his nose, stepped lightly, and in a flash, he came to the side of the little monk Fanxin, and grinned at Mao Zhuang not far away, "Since this little monk said so, it seems that I can't do it if I don't make a move." ”

"Roar······ You guys!"

Mao Zhuang was furious, these two people actually used themselves to verify the way of Buddhism and swordsmanship, and they really thought they were bullying, "I want to suck up your blood!"

Mao stiffened and roared, the corpse claws were raised, the cold mangsen was cold, and the corpse qi was permeated.

Burst!

Mo Wudao stepped out in one step, the purple bamboo sword came out of the sheath, the cyan sword qi appeared on the sword body, and the sword fell, and there was a bloody mark on Mao Zhuang's hand, but it was not cut off by Mo Wudao.

"Come again!" Mo Wudao's body method was launched, sword after sword, the purple bamboo sword shadow was heavy, the sword qi was fierce, each sword slashed, there was an extra blood mark on Mao Zhuang's body, and in a few breaths, Mo Wudao slashed dozens of swords in a row.

Mao Zhuang roared angrily, his muscles and flesh agitated, the corpse qi was entangled, and the moonlight above the nine heavens descended again, almost visible to the naked eye, and the sword qi on Mao Zhuang's wound was quickly expelled, and then the wound quickly healed and recovered.

"Such a pervert!"

Mo Wudao's eyes flashed, and his mind moved, mobilizing the dantian true yuan, and the purple bamboo sword of the medium-grade spiritual weapon was swordsmang, and he slashed at Mao Zhuang frantically again.

It was another round of dazzling swordsmanship, and there were dozens of blood marks on Mao Zhuang's body again, but he failed to cause substantial damage.

The monk of Fanxin in the distance, at this time, his attention was not on Mao Zhen, but on Mo Wudao, and his two shining eyes were staring at Mo Wudao's figure tightly.

"This son has an extraordinary temperament, excellent swordsmanship, and his cultivation is not exciting, but he has the posture of a sword immortal, and I don't know which disciple he is?"

Mo Wudao saw that the medium-grade purple bamboo sword couldn't help this stiffness, and he was a little annoyed, the swordsman must have a sharp edge!

"The star scar sword is out, and I will definitely be able to cut this stiffness, but that little monk is very deeply hidden, how can I easily expose my hole cards!"

After thinking about it slightly, Mo Wudao gave up the idea of taking out the Star Mark Sword, the Star Mark Sword is a natal magic weapon, and it is his biggest hole card, so it would be a pity to expose it like this.

"That's right, this stiff body is stiff and strong, and the magic weapon is difficult to hurt, but it can be subdued with spells; since I cultivated the way of the sword, the various spells of this method are rarely used, and I think that the spells and talismans of my Shushan are also a must!

"Among the many spells, there seems to be a thunder trick that should be able to destroy this murderous thing!"

While Mo Wudao was entangled with Mao Zhuang with his swordsmanship, he quickly calculated in his mind that with his current cultivation, it was estimated that he could only lead to ordinary thunder fire, which was not of much use.

"The Five Fire God Thunder, refined by gathering the five fires in the air, should be able to destroy him!"

glanced back, but found that the little monk Fanxin was leisurely watching himself and Mao Zhuang's fighting method, Mo Wudao secretly said in his heart, how can you let you watch the play.

"Little Master Fanxin, wrap this stiff for me for a moment, I have a big move that will take some time to prepare!" After Mo Wudao slashed out with a sword, he flew back to the little monk Fanxin.

The little monk was stunned for a moment, and he didn't doubt anything else, and asked, "Are you sure?"

"Ninety!" Mo Wudao didn't say it full, but he was also very confident!

"Okay!" Fanxin nodded, picked up the Zen staff and wrapped it around the stiffness!

"This evil thing can absorb Yuehua to recover from his injuries, if you want to give him a fatal blow, you must block him from absorbing Yuehua, little monk, is there a way?" Mo Wudao said.

The little monk looked up at the full moon in the sky, he also found the whole problem, and with a turn of his eyes, he ripped off the robe hanging on his body.

"Daoist friends can rest assured to cast spells, and the little monk will stop Yuehua!"

After speaking, he threw the robe into the air, and the robe grew when it saw the wind, and instantly grew into a cloth of hundreds of meters, floating up for nine days, covering the moonlight.

"Ahh