Chapter 116 has a fart from Huigen

Everyone was attracted by Zhu Chenhuan, so they didn't notice for a while that the man with the sword had been killed by the boss, and it wasn't until they saw that the magic sword was kicked up by the boss lady in an instant, and they realized that they had left their hands in an instant. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Wuchan Temple Zhijian frowned, closed his mouth and silently recited the mantra of Buddhism, the Buddha's light came out of his body, and he was like Xiao Sanniang, who regained control of his vitality, and as soon as he raised his footsteps, he was about to take this demonic magic sword.

But where could Xiao Sanniang do what he wanted, only to see Xiao Sanniang's figure move slightly, Zhijian didn't find out how Xiao Sanniang acted, the whole person was like a kite with a broken string, vomiting blood and flying away.

Seeing this, Zhijue didn't help, just sat cross-legged and laughed: "Zhijian, I'll just say that this sword has nothing to do with you, right? You still don't believe it? Now you have suffered a lot, the Buddha said that everything must be from fate, if there is no fate, even if it sleeps with you on the couch every night, it still thinks about how to make you fall into the devil every day." ”

Zhijian directly ignored Zhijue's sarcasm, looked at Huitong with a solemn face, and said, "Uncle help me!"

Huitong withdrew his gaze from the extremely strange Zhu Chenhuan, and saw the magic sword flying in front of him in an instant, the compassion on his face was even heavier, he put one hand in front of him, and raised his finger lightly with the other, about to grab the magic sword that flew forward.

Xiao Sanniang was about to make a move when she saw this, but her body did not move her eyes but moved, and the next moment, she put her hands around her chest again, and her face showed a look that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

Huitong's fingers just touched the blade of the sword, and when he saw the magic sword buzzing, he didn't seem to want to be caught by him, and Huitong didn't see the slightest annoyance, but just recited "Amitabha" , The power of faith of the Buddhists around 800 miles was borrowed by him, the whole body was golden and bright, although the light was dazzling, it did not hurt people's eyes, he took a step, the entire desert fell half an inch, and his fingers were forced, only to hear a trace of whimpering sound from the sword body in an instant, as if he was crying in pain, and as if he was unwilling to be caught and roared, but the sword body trembled twice, and then returned to silence, and the sword body no longer had brilliance, just like the sword spirit died, and fell to the grade of the spirit sword.

A smile of joy appeared on Zhijian's face, and he was about to say something, but his face changed instantly.

Huitong exhaled a breath of turbidity, and just wanted to withdraw the magic sword, but suddenly raised his head in the next moment, only to see that at the blade of the sword, there was a palm gently holding it, and in front of him, a man in white clothes and white boots with a white rabbit lying on his head was curling the corners of his mouth, looking at him with a gentle smile.

"Master, this sword seems to be more related to me, the monks are merciful, and it shouldn't be your job to take advantage of others, right?"

Zhu Chenhuan's whole body is restrained, and the surrounding vitality returns to heaven and earth, but this kind of Zhu Chenhuan is more vigilant than the mysterious person who has just been wrapped in vitality.

"This is a monster, as a person in the Buddhist sect, I should take it as my responsibility to kill the demon and eliminate the demon, the magic sword is not shallow, it should be collected in the Wuzen Temple, and the person in my Buddhist sect will cast a spell to remove the demonic energy in the sword is the right way, the donor has a wisdom root, and he won't even understand this truth, right?" Huitong did not withdraw his palm, his eyes flashed with light, and the vitality of his whole body was flowing rapidly.

Zhu Chenhuan shook his head slightly, only to see his other hand tap the sword in an instant, although the action is light, it can give Huitong the feeling, but it is like a river surging, the sword seems to have not moved, but in fact, as soon as the bullet was put down, it has been vibrated no less than a thousand times, but the vibration amplitude is small and small.

The sword intent is like a great river flowing eastward, and the momentum is unstoppable, that is, with the dual protection of the believer's faith and vitality, Huitong can't help but feel the blood surging against the current, and a mouthful of sweet blood is about to surge up, but fortunately, he let go of the magic sword in time, so that he did not lose face in front of everyone.

Seeing Huitong withdraw, Zhu Chenhuan flicked the tip of the sword, and in an instant, the magic sword shone with a black blue light again, the demonic qi covered the sword body, the sword body buzzed, and the demonic energy flowed into Zhu Chenhuan's body from the blade, and it turned out to be to erode Zhu Chenhuan, wanting to use Zhu Chenhuan as a host again!

The corner of Zhu Chenhuan's mouth showed a sneer, and the other hand flicked again for an instant, only to hear a bang from the sword in an instant, and the sword instantly shook ten thousand times, and the ink blue color of the sword body faded abruptly, and then changed back to the original simple blue blue.

The sound of the sword buzzed, and the sound was a hundred times heavier than the sword body that had just been grabbed by Huitong, Zhu Chenhuan just snorted coldly when he heard it, and said: "Don't play with me, since I dare to take the sword, I am sure to destroy your spiritual intelligence, anyway, you are already a ground-level spiritual sword, even if the spiritual wisdom is erased, you can completely regenerate spiritual intelligence, but it takes a little more time, I can afford to wait." ”

As soon as Zhu Chenhuan's words fell, the magic sword seemed to be really scared in an instant, and sure enough, it was no longer buzzing, Zhu Chenhuan nodded with satisfaction when he saw this, let go of the sword with one hand, and held the hilt of the sword with the other, just when he just held the hilt of the sword at the moment, a demonic aura that made Huitong have some palpitations gushed out again, this time Zhu Chenhuan didn't have time to react at all, so he wrapped Zhu Chenhuan.

The demonic aura soared into the sky, and the dark clouds that had dispersed in the sky converged again, like black clouds pressing down on the city, and the air suddenly froze.

Huitong quickly retreated, folded his hands, and protected the two little monks behind him, and the Buddha light appeared all over his body, enveloping the three of them, and expelling the demonic qi flying in the air.

And Xiao Sanniang is not afraid of this demonic energy, she is still holding her hands to her chest, her face is full of smiling looks, suddenly the ground moved, a gray-headed man in gray clothes crawled out of the sand, as soon as she saw this person, the corners of Xiao Sanniang's mouth curled up slightly, and sneered: "Yo, not dead yet?"

The man wiped his face with the towel hanging on his shoulder, revealing Xiao Er's original appearance, Xiao Er hurriedly hid behind Xiao Sanniang, and said with a cower: "Boss, don't say it, I really almost died just now, I just snooze for a while, who knew that when I woke up, there would be nothing, even our inn was gone." ”

Xiao Sanniang looked coldly at Zhu Chenhuan, who was attacked by demonic energy, and had no intention of helping, but just paused, and then said: "It's okay if it's gone, the people are gone, what's the use of wanting this mundane thing, you can go in a while, go as far as you can, don't let me see you again, otherwise I estimate that you will die in my hands." ”

Xiao Er hurriedly shook his head, put on a pitiful expression, and said: "I'm not going anywhere, I'm going to follow the boss lady to the north and south, and where there is the boss lady, is where I should go." ”

When Xiao Sanniang heard this, she just snorted lightly and shook her head, but she didn't say anything more.

And Zhu Chenhuan, who was ten steps away in front, did not move for nearly half a day, just as Xiao Sanniang yawned, wondering if he had chosen the wrong helper, he suddenly saw that the sky-high demonic energy suddenly disappeared, and Zhu Chenhuan, who was holding the sword, opened his eyes slightly, and there was a sword shadow in his eyes.

Zhu Chenhuan glanced at Xiao Sanniang, who was looking at him, put the instant sword on his shoulder, and said with a smile: "I almost caught its way, but the demon is one foot high and I am one foot taller, and I am still tamed by me." ”

After speaking, he took five steps forward, stood two zhang away in front of the three monks of Wuchan Temple, and said lightly: "The magic sword is no longer demonic, you can leave with peace of mind, right? As for the little master who uses the sword, this sword is really not suitable for you, you better ask for another sword." ”

Zhijian only pursed his lips when he heard this, but Huitong put his hands together and said compassionately: "In this case, the three poor monks will leave, but the poor monks have a hunch that we will see the donor again." ”

Zhu Chenhuan shrugged his shoulders, squinted and smiled: "I hope that when the time comes, it will be friend or foe, otherwise I will have a headache to communicate with you." Sure enough, it's better to be the enemy, and you don't need to say a few more words, just call. ”

"Hehe, the donor really has Huigen. ”

Zhu Chenhuan turned around with his sword, and when he heard the words, he just said lightly: "Is there a Huigen?" )