The monk named Shi Jin came out of the ranks.

"Senior brother. "Bow respectfully. "I want to compare this to Zhang Jianwei mentioned by Uncle Yunhe and Senior Brother Shi Bing, the cold air just now is extremely powerful. ”

"Hello Senior Brother Shi Jin, that one just now was a rune treasure, named Han Bingjian, not my own kung fu. Zhang Jianwei said, and turned around to salute the monks behind him. "Ladies and gentlemen, you are polite. ”

The group of monks smiled and nodded in response.

It seems that these monks are very relaxed, and they don't use all their strength at all, saying that it is a temptation, and it is indeed a temptation.

It even feels like I'm paddling.

"Your magic weapon is your own kung fu, as long as you can help yourself, there is nothing wrong with it, when fighting, if you can only use your own kung fu to fight, what do you want some magic weapons. Bai Yunke said directly.

Zhang Jianwei was a little curious, this Baiyunke seemed to be a little overexcited, what is the situation.

"That's what Senior Brother said. ”

Shi Jin glanced at Bai Yunke and smiled.

"Senior brother, you still can't let go of the obsession in your heart. ”

"Senior brother, let's not talk about this for the time being, you also saw the attack of the cold ice jian's rune treasure just now, do you have any thoughts now?"

"You and I came in, we all met this red line in the sky, and naturally knew where this red line came from, now the red line is almost tempted, put it down for the time being, talk about the ghost general, from beginning to end, no matter how you and I attack, even Zhang Jianwei's attack, the ghost general has not moved, I speculate, either because of the suppression of the formation cornerstone, or because of what can not be guarded, in short, it is an opportunity, a drop of blood that has just surfaced, was directly frozen by Han Bingjian, but it is not restrained, which makes the ghost general recycle the past, but it also shows that the power is average。 Shi Jin slowly analyzed. "Let's try it with the Demon Formation first, and then how about forcing that demon general out of his seat?"

"Good. Bai Yunke nodded.

Zhang Jianwei naturally has no opinion.

Now the ghost will Mo Chou sit there like a statue, not moving, not knowing what he is waiting for, he can fight if he can, what's the big deal.

The disciples of the Fuji Pavilion acted resolutely, and the plan was decided here, and Zhang Jianwei only felt that the heavens and the earth had begun to shake.

From the outside, it seemed that the demon pestle in the hands of the angry face Arhat was a phantom, but this will be seen in the body of the angry face Arhat, the huge demon pestle is a thunderbolt with a wave, a defense of the ground, is a moment of movement, the fire shuttles between the demon pestle and the red rope on the ground, countless red ropes turn into flying ashes, and countless red ropes gather from all directions.

The angry Arhat moved his true character, and the ghost general Mo Chou was not to be outdone, although he did not get up, he finally raised his head, and with a wave of his fingers, countless drops of red slime flew out, turning into patches of bloody rain in the air.

The red rain mist lingered, like a ball of cotton, and the demon pestle quickly dissipated in all directions, waiting for the demon pestle to be lifted from the ground and quickly converged.

It seems that this Mo Chou actually wants to use it to overcome rigidity.

Zhang Jianwei regretted a little at this time, he should have exchanged a little Wuming Fire Fan Fu Bao, this is full of resentment, a few Fu Bao down, it will definitely be able to burn almost, but then he was relieved, fortunately there was no exchange, if he really threw it in, wouldn't it be just to throw a match into the oil pot, and he was still swimming in it.

Fujikaku's demon formation is not so simple.

The eighteen demon monks saw that the majesty of the thunder outside seemed to be ineffective, changed their formation, and their faces became a little more serious.

From an arhat with bared teeth and a pestle in his hand, to a bodhisattva sitting on the lotus platform, although they are all illusory, but in an instant, the feeling around is different.

The Bodhisattva held the net bottle in his hand and the willow branch in the other, dipped it from the net bottle, and sprinkled it out, and a piece of raindrops glowing with golden light began to appear out of thin air.

At the beginning of the season, it was the drizzle of spring, and then the storm of summer hit.

The raindrops fell on the ground, and whenever they touched the red line and the red rain and mist, they all melted away without a single movement.

However, the speed of this dissolution was much slower than that of the angry Arhat's demon pestle, and the area covered by the rain curtain was not particularly large.

"This is the thirty-second variation of the Demon Suppression Array. Bai Yunke explained on the side.

"Thirty-two!?" Zhang Jianwei asked in surprise.

"The Demon Array is the secret of the Fuji Pavilion, you see that the eighteen Demon Monks stand in a simple position, but the doorway is extremely complex, it is said that the Demon Array has one hundred and eight changes, corresponding to the Bodhisattva's one hundred and eight manifestations of the Dharma, each of which has its own effect, the nectar in front of you, the net bottle in the hand can be used to, but also to grow plants and trees outside. Bai Yunke said with a smile.

"Sure enough, it's a great sect of cultivation that has been passed down for countless years. Zhang Jianwei couldn't help but praise.

"The eighteen demon monks in front of them are just a group, and the cultivation has just been completed by the great medicine, and they are about to form a pill, if they let the great people come to form a formation, it is not the phantom in front of them, it is almost the reappearance of the law, and it is said that if it is refined to the highest place, you can really invite the Bodhisattva to help. ”

"Isn't the Three Realms ruined?

"I'm talking about the past, and whether it can be done now, only they know. ”

Bai Yunke felt like a self-acquaintance, and not long after meeting Zhang Jianwei, he said a lot of things.

Zhang Jianwei likes this kind of character.

But it seems that this is a common problem in Wangqiu Mountain, and it can be said very well.

There was a chat here, and there was a change outside the formation.

The bodhisattva here sprinkled nectar, and the ghost general waved his hand again, and countless viscous red liquids floated from the human bone cup, slowly condensed in the air, and then turned into a flying sword, the sword looked black, but when I knocked it carefully, I felt that each sword was hidden with red light.

In the scarlet eyes of the ghost general Mo Chou, he didn't know what to think, and with a wave of his hand, the countless red flying swords stabbed towards the huge Bodhisattva Dharma Phase.

Seeing the flying sword attacking, Bai Yunke snorted coldly, pointed his fingers, and the same countless feathers surfaced on his body.

The distance is close, Zhang Jianwei only looked at Qin Chu, this feather is the kind on the ordinary crane, Zhang Jianwei doesn't know if these feathers are Bai Yunke's own, but they fly up and down, they are very small at first, and as the feathers fly out of the Bodhisattva's appearance, they quickly become larger, and each feather is like a machete, glowing with dazzling white light.

Flying swords against machetes.

You come and go in the air, so it's not lively.

This time, the flying sword is no longer like the red line before, it dissipates when it encounters the white light, but crackles and slashes, sparks splash everywhere, and the sound is loud in the sky.