"Bell~" There was a crisp sound, and the Zen battle knocked on the head of the bald Mao Roar as if it was knocked on an iron block, and the Mao Roar closed his eyes and took two steps back, and then opened his green eyes.

At this time, another old monk holding a vajra peg directly stabbed the pointed peg at Mao Yan's chest, but no matter how hard he tried, the peg couldn't penetrate a bit. Instead, Mao Roar, who came back to his senses, grabbed his hands and stabbed the peg into the old monk's chest.

"Bell~" Jueyuan's Zen battle knocked on the bald head Mao Roar for the second time, and the Mao Roar took a few steps back, and his body shook a few times as if he had fainted briefly. Jueyuan took advantage of this gap to support the old monk who was stabbed in the chest by the peghead.

"Senior Brother Enlightenment, how are you?" Looking at the junior brother who was spitting blood in his arms, two lines of tears flowed from Jueyuan's eyes.

"Jue ~ Jue Yuan Shi ~ Shi ......" Jue Wu spit out a word in his mouth, and before he even had time to say the word 'brother' in the back, his eyes were closed and he lost his breath.

"Haha~ Die, you all have to die today. After the bald hair roared for a moment, he said a cold word, and then he struck towards Jueyuan in the second move. When the fist was less than a foot away from the latter, Mao Yuanshan suddenly appeared beside Jueyuan, he glanced at the consciousness with his eyes closed, and clenched his fist and struck hard at the punch that the bald head roared out, directly shaking it back a few steps.

At the same time, another curly-haired hairy roar was being held by an old Taoist priest, not far away, the corners of Zhining's old Taoist's slightly opened mouth stopped, and his hand pinching the sky pointed at the curly-haired hairy roar, and a white yang thunder fell, slashing at the corpse of the Seven Spirits.

The curly-haired hairy roared like a beast, and wanted to struggle to entangle his old Taoist, but the old Taoist hugged him tightly, and he had no intention of letting go. The curly-haired hairy roared angrily, and opened his mouth to bite off a large piece of flesh and blood on the old Taoist's arm.

'Boom~''Boom~''Boom~'Boom~'' The four thunder whines that were less than a breath apart before and after sounded, and the old Taoist priest of Zhining quickly pulled down the four yang thunders and slashed them on the curly hairy roar. The latter closed his green eyes with a piece of flesh in his mouth, and the old Taoist priest who surrounded him also closed his eyes with a peaceful face.

One person and one stiffened like conjoined babies, and they fell to the ground together and passed away.

After finishing the spell, Zhi Ning spurted out a mouthful of blood, took two steps back while holding his chest with one hand, and sat directly on the ground. Since it hadn't been long since he had finished the thunder technique before, the spiritual power consumed in his body had not yet had time to recover, and now he had drawn down several yang thunders in a row, and a feeling of exhaustion suddenly spread throughout his body.

The bald hairy roar was stunned by the sudden thunderbolts, and he stared blankly at the other hairy roar that had fallen to the ground motionless. Lai Changsheng, who was not far away, shouted "E~" in his mouth at this time, and then pointed his hand at the bald head and roared, a blue flame fell from the sky in the sky, and the bald head roar in a daze was wrapped in blue flames, and after letting out an unwilling roar, he froze in place and remained motionless.

Lin Xuanying, who was in the house, walked up to the old Taoist priest Zhining, took out a few pills and fed them, and the latter sat cross-legged on the ground and sat up.

"Brother Ge, is the Immortal Senior's technique leading to Lihuo?" Above the attic, Mao Eighteen asked in surprise after seeing the blue flames.

"Well, that's our Buyi Sect's Yiyang Li's Fire Technique. Li Ge sighed, looked at the slightly trembling body of the master downstairs, and was about to go downstairs when a laugh outside the village stopped him from going downstairs.

"Haha~ Yes, yes, you monks still have some ability. Shortly after the words fell, a middle-aged scribe dressed in white walked slowly to the fire with his hands behind his back. Although there was a hint of a smile in his tone, there was a murderous intent in his gloomy complexion.

Seeing this middle-aged man who suddenly walked out of the edge of the village, everyone upstairs and downstairs was stunned. After a few moments, the five old men downstairs all took a few steps back. Lai Changsheng glanced at the middle-aged man carefully, and asked, "Who are you?"

"Who am I? I may not be a human being in your eyes. The middle-aged man replied lightly, closed his eyes, raised his right foot and stomped heavily on the ground. Immediately, the entire mountain village shook slightly as if there had been a small earthquake. Then, when the middle-aged man opened his eyes, his originally dark eyes turned blue.

"Flying corpses. After Zhi Ning saw the middle-aged man open his blue eyes, his face was full of disbelief, he glanced at the four Lai Lao Dao beside him, and said in a trembling voice, "How can there be flying corpses in this world?" Since the Song Dynasty, the aura in the world has become increasingly scarce, and some people or demons have entered the lotus in order to improve day and wide, this ......"

"Yes, more than 300 years ago, there were indeed many great powers in the world who went to Penglai, but some of them stayed. At this point, the middle-aged man glanced at the five people in front of him, changed his tone, and said casually, "I didn't want to go down the mountain, but it's a pity that you woke me up from my slumber and slaughtered my slaves one by one, so I will kill you one by one today." ”

"Xuanying, you go and set up the formation. Lai Changsheng whispered to Lin Xuanying beside him, and then laughed and said, "Lao Tzu has lived for seventy or eighty years, and I have never seen such a shameless beast." ”

With Lai Changsheng's scolding, Mao Yuanshan, Jueyuan and Zhining's frowning brows relaxed a little. Mao Lao Dao laughed, and then said, "Lao Lai, Lao Tzu has lived no less than you, but it is the first time I have met such a beast today. ”

"Two little dolls, I don't care about you in general. After hearing the scolding, the white-clothed flying corpse did not have the slightest anger on his face, but glanced at Lin Xuanying, who ran to the side alone, and said with great interest, "You can destroy my slaves, you must also have a certain ability, you might as well use it today to open my eyes." ”

"Amitabha, can you have such a cultivation to know the fairness of heaven and earth, and now that you have caused a great calamity and caused a great murder, you are not afraid of the retribution of heaven?" Jueyuan held the Zen battle in one hand and held it in front of him with the other, and said in a calm voice.

"Little monk, do you say that heaven and earth are fair? Then let me ask you, after death, people can go to hell and step on reincarnation, create cause and effect for a lifetime, joy, anger and sorrow for a lifetime, if this life is unfortunate, there will be an afterlife. But after the zombie dies, it can only turn into three feet of loess and disappear forever within the six realms and three realms. Then where do you start with your so-called fairness?" the white-clothed flying corpse paused and then smiled, "If you don't dare to make a move, then I'm welcome." ”

"In that case, the poor monk is offended. The old monk Jueyuan raised his hand and saluted the flying corpse, then took off the robe of his upper body and tied it around his waist, and after chanting a few words silently with his hands together, a dazzling golden light flashed all over his body. Then he took the Zen battle, and a golden light flashed on the whole battle. Then, the old monk Jueyuan, who seemed to be a god and Buddha, held a battle in both hands and struck directly at the latter's head.

Just when the shining golden Zen battle was less than half a foot away from the top of the flying corpse's head, there was a crisp sound of 'bell~', and the flying corpse stretched out a finger to block the approaching Zen battle.