Crackle – Crackle——!

As the black-clothed man's voice fell, from behind Pu Ji's fierce pounce, there was a sudden thunderstorm. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The voice......

Jian Chen's face froze, he had heard this voice before!

Behind Puji, someone fell from the sky.

The whereabouts of this person were like meteors falling to the ground, lightning and thunder, and the place where they fell was the five people who followed behind Pu Ji with a sad and indignant face.

Bang - click——!

A huge wave of electric light qi exploded from the center of the five people of enlightenment, and the last five of the thirteen warrior monks, at the moment when the wave of qi exploded, did not even snort, and their bodies flew in a messy manner.

When he landed, he didn't move, and he didn't make a sound.

The palm print of the Buddha's light dissipated.

Abbot Puji's body trembled violently, and his eyes swept over the corpses of Mingwu and the others who fell to the ground one by one, shedding a tear.

At the center of the air wave explosion, a half-crouching figure slowly stood up.

When the smoke and dust dissipated, the true form was revealed.

Green shirt, ghost head.

Jian Chen's face was already shocked beyond measure, this person was actually the Qingshou Ghost King!

Puji's face sank like water, and the trembling of his body stopped after confirming that Mingwu and the others were dead.

He turned sideways, and at the same time watched out for the two of them, and said angrily: "Evil hand chasing souls, Qingshou Ghost King, my Shaolin and you have no grudges, why kill the disciples in my temple in vain!"

The Qingshou Ghost King was silent, but the man in black smiled and said, "Old monk, you don't have to do that righteous and awe-inspiring posture, neither of us will kill any of us, but we will kill your Shaolin disciple, how will you be?"

"Good, good!"

The abbot of Puji smiled angrily, folded his hands, recited the Amitabha Buddha, lowered his head and whispered: "Since the two of you have killed the world, you can't say it, Lao Wei will eliminate the harm of martial arts today!"

I didn't see how he exerted his strength, and his whole body suddenly became golden, and a peaceful Buddha aura changed immediately, and it overflowed with a faint black qi.

At this moment, Puji is no longer the respected abbot master in Shaolin Temple, but just like the Nine Heavens Demon God!

"Hahaha!"

The Qingshou Ghost King, who had not moved since committing suicide and enlightening the five people, suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed, his eyes pointed directly at Puji, and shouted: "Old monk, you have cultivated Buddha all your life, cultivating and cultivating, how to cultivate demons?"

"Could it be ......" The words changed sharply, and he said mockingly: "There are too many evil things done behind the scenes?"

"Humph!"

The black qi on Puji's body is even worse, and the Buddha's qi has disappeared, and he said sharply: "The Buddha and the demon are born and restrain each other, and the old man becomes a demon with a thought, and after destroying you and the other two, he can stand up and become a Buddha again!"

"What a big breath!"

The Qingshou Ghost King took a step, his momentum was aggressive, and the green lightning lingered all over his body, and he laughed wildly: "You can destroy it if you say it's extinguished?"

"The tenth on the Heavenly List and the fifty-second on the Heavenly List, the old man may not have the power to subdue demons!"

Puji didn't give an inch, he was already accumulating, the demonic energy rushed straight to the sky, a pride suddenly appeared, his palms clapped angrily, and the big day came again.

The golden Buddha light was already demonic, and the swastika palm print was directly printed on the chest of the Qingshou Ghost King.

"Humph!"

The man in black, who was called the Evil Hand Soul Chaser by Master Puji, snorted heavily, and seemed to be extremely dissatisfied with the ranking of the fifty-second in the Heavenly List.

At that moment, the figure flashed and disappeared on the spot.

Jian Chen was stunned, and the man in black was standing in front of him, but he didn't see how he disappeared at all.

Just when he thought that the evil hand chasing the soul would inevitably appear behind Puji to carry out a sneak attack, suddenly the collar tightened, and he was lifted from behind.

"Boy, you've seen enough of the show, get out!"

The cold words of the evil hand chasing the soul appeared behind him.

In an instant, Jian Chen only felt that several large acupoints around his body were tight, and before the chaotic internal force could react, he ordered the acupoints.

Immediately afterwards, a strong force struck, and the scene in front of him flew back again.

Plop ——!

His whole body was cold, and he was thrown into the river.

Only then did he react, and when he opened his mouth to exhale, a mouthful of cold river water poured into his mouth, and he had to close his mouth tightly at the moment, and drifted farther and farther with the current.

Bang——!

The abbot of Puji and the Qingshou Ghost King collided with each other's palms, and then it sounded.

Puji's cultivation actually pressed the head of the Qingshou Ghost King, the two of them touched each other, Puji did not retreat half a step, but saw that the tall and burly body of the Qingshou Ghost King actually retreated two steps in a row before he stabilized his figure.

"Good!"

Qingshou Mask shouted loudly, and the Ghost King clenched his fists suddenly.

Bang ——!

The flat ground thundered and exploded, and two circles of electric light lingering air waves dispersed, and Puji bore the brunt of it and was about to collide.

"Amitabha!"

Puji had another Buddha horn in his mouth, but this time it was heard in people's ears, like a heavy hammer smashing into the heart, making the atrium shrink tightly, dizzy and unsteady.

Under the impact of the Buddha, the two circles of qi waves exploded by the Qingshou Ghost King, and two big openings were cracked, and the direction of the gap was in front of Puji.

Shaolin 72 stunts - lion roar!

The blue-headed ghost king was extremely close, and when the Buddha number exited, his body trembled again, obviously affected by the lion's roar.

"Qingshou Ghost King, go back to hell now!"

Da Ri Rulai's palm rolled up countless black demonic qi, and the swastika seal pressed down on the top of the head of the Qingshou Ghost King.

If this palm is solid, Ren Qingshou Ghost King's head will be as hard as iron, and I am afraid that it will have to turn into a puddle of molten iron.

Puji faced the tenth master of the heavenly list, and he really deserved to be the abbot of Shaolin, and he became more and more brave the more he fought, and as soon as he fought, he had already made the Qingshou Ghost King in danger!

After the evil hand chased the soul and threw the flying sword, he turned around and saw that the Qingshou Ghost King was down, but he was not in a hurry to help, but smiled towards the empty place: "Still not coming out?" ”

Phew——!

In the dense forest, the wind suddenly howled, the branches shook the leaves, and the wind was fierce, pressing down on the head of the abbot of Puji.

The wind came extremely fiercely, and when it rushed above Puji's head, thousands of swords appeared.

The sword is now when the Puji Demon Clutch is about to be imprinted on the top of the head of the Qingshou Ghost King.

His palm, of course, can kill the Qingshou Ghost King on the spot, but that sword can also pierce countless ring scars on the top of his bare head at the same time.

Siege Wei to save Zhao!

Between the lightning and flint, Puji's palm momentum changed, from the flat beat to the momentum of the sky, and the swastika Buddha seal was like a towering cover, covering his head under it.

Dingdingding——!

The sword fell, like a raging storm, piercing the swastika with thousands of holes, but none of them could break through the blockade and insert it into the top of Puji's head.

The danger of the sword was temporarily resolved, but there was a gust of yin wind blowing in front of him, and a fist, with the wailing of ten thousand ghosts, appeared in front of Puji's eyes.

Puji is to defend against the sword, it is the momentum of the hands to support the sky, the middle door has been opened, at this moment the fist comes abruptly, and there is no way to prevent it, so he has to force a mouthful of internal breath to protect his chest, and he will meet it.

Bang——!

The fist was fierce and domineering, and with one punch, Puji's old and thin body immediately flew back.

This retreat, it was more than ten zhang, and only then did he stabilize his figure, and blood was already falling from the corners of his mouth.

"I didn't expect that the famous Qingshou Ghost King would even attack his scheming!"

Pu Ji forcibly suppressed the churning qi and blood in his body, and looked at the gaze of the Qingshou Ghost King, and there was disdain.