This series of names fell on Song Haoran's ears, except for surprise or surprise, but it did not cause much turmoil. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info Because he saw that the lama who had come out of the void had already confronted the werewolf who was in his prime.

The werewolf's giant eyes had narrowed, which was rare, at least never before in Labadi. These cruel and bloodthirsty eyes are now completely an enhanced version of the Great Triangle Eyes of the Heavenly Master.

"Very good, just take your blood sacrifice to the new Ding furnace-" The hind foot kicked, and the hairy body rushed over.

"Arrogance!" Paspa didn't dodge, let alone do anything, and greeted him relatively well. "This Buddha fights beasts the most-"

These words are not false, the two collide together, and there is no expected earth-shattering crit. The lama bowed his head and turned around to avoid the two giant claws, and his body twisted and stepped onto the wolf's back.

He grabbed a handful of manes on the back of his neck with one arm, and with the other hand, he pulled out the vajra and plunged it straight into the Fengfu acupoint. At the same time, he shouted - "Soul Suppression!"

The werewolf quickly tilted his head, and the vajra slashed against the side of his face, and the tip opened a wolf's ear, and the color was hung on the spot. The werewolf at this moment was not Labadi after all, but the scheming Jing Yan, and he instantly realized that this new Ding Furnace gave him more power, but weakened the speed that was originally like a ghost.

This kind of experience can only be experienced and verified in actual combat.

The werewolf jerked his left arm behind his back in an attempt to shake the lama away. Poof—it wasn't the tip of the claw that tore through the other's skin, it was a sharp object that pierced the wolf's claw!

Whew-it hurts.

The werewolf couldn't see what was going on behind it for a while, but he was puzzled. This lama has always been holding the hair in his left hand, and the pestle in his right hand has not been withdrawn from his ear.

The Qingcheng Dao people could see it clearly, and they all exclaimed in surprise, their eyes widened. In just a moment, at the same time as the wolf's claws flung back, a four-foot-long giant horn arched from the lama's back, in the shape of a curved cone, just in time to meet the giant claws, piercing the opponent through.

The werewolf retracted its giant claws, ignoring its injuries, and began to twist and flick left and right in a frenzy, flying sand and rocks in the narrow space of the valley mouth.

The large handful of manes in the lama's hand couldn't stand such a violent jolt, and he fell out of his body with a thud. He himself slipped down with it. Almost at the same time, the wolf's head turned and handed it in front of him, and opened his mouth to bite-

Paspa thrust the vajra in his right hand and stuck it vertically in the huge mouth, and withdrew before the upper and lower fangs closed. Quack, poof—the sharp tip of the pestle protrudes from the back end of the wolf's nose. Blood splattered the werewolf's face......

It hurts too - but you can't "whimper" because your mouth is nailed up and down.

Werewolves are thunderous, and they always miss a move!

He grabbed the lama's shoulders with his claws and jumped between the left and right cliffs, slamming them violently, trying to crush every bone of the other man with his impact.

The lama grabbed a wolf's claw with his empty hands at the same time, twisted it desperately, and gave his back to the other party.

Jing Yan knew that he still had a giant horn poking out of his back, what did he want to disembowel me?

A smile crossed the corner of Ba Sipa's mouth, and Teng suddenly popped out a whole thick corbel from the middle of his back, with hooves the size of a sea bowl, and kicked on the werewolf's chest with ten thousand pounds!

Rao is two feet tall, and he can't afford this accident.

The werewolf's body was bounced into the air, but it only flew backwards on its feet, and although the wolf claw holding the giant horn was free, the other was still locked on the other person's shoulder.

Pasipa took advantage of the situation to come up with a pure Mongolian style over-the-shoulder wrestling, roaring - this action is played at a young age, and it is purely incomparable. There is no need to think about it at all, it is completely instinctive!

The huge man-wolf was slapped flat on the ground by him, like a meteorite falling to the ground, sending up a wave of radial smoke and dust......

The lama let go of his hand, took out a simple knife from his waist, his hand tendons tightened, mana was sent, and a purple lightning suddenly crossed the blade. He slashed at the wolf's neck lying on his back on the ground.

"Stop! that body is not his, leave it to your own!" the thin girl emerged from the bushes, stuffing a crystal ball into her arms.

Pasipa was stunned for a moment, then got up and retreated, and said respectfully, "What the Holy Buddha Mother said is very true, everything is at your command." ”

The werewolf on the ground who seemed to have fainted had this gap, suddenly turned over and ran out of five zhang away, stopped fleeing in front of the Qingcheng camp, turned around and lowered his head and stared at the great lama with murderous eyes - "Demon ......"

The two words were indistinct, because he also had a vajra pierced in his mouth. Plasma poured out from between the fangs with each heavy breath, staining the ground red.

Song Haoran of the Qingcheng Supervision Court had confirmed that the werewolf was undoubtedly Jing Yan at this moment, so he reminded behind him, "You just changed the Ding furnace, and it is difficult for your limbs to be skillful. Why don't you fight it?"

It's good not to listen, but when he heard this, the werewolf turned his head suddenly, and viciously raised his claws to Song Haoran and made a strong attack move......!

Seeing that it was impossible to release it, it suddenly dawned on me - it turned out that this invincible werewolf's claw was too alien to accurately pinch out any tricks!

"Ahem...... It's me who is stupid. Song Haoran's face was black, and his sweat came down.

On the other side, Phags-pa withdrew the giant horns and cow hooves on his back, shook his head and sighed, "Lord Buddha, just now the little monk was in the Tibetan Heavenly Realm, and he wanted to borrow a few arms of the people, but you mercifully refused, so I had to unload this cow into eight pieces for temporary replenishment. If I don't lose my arms, how can these chickens and dogs have a chance to escape......"

This is a tactful statement, but the meaning of the resentment is obvious, like a drowning child asking his mother for a toy.

Aya frowned and looked at the scattered battlefields - Brother Xiangdong, Sun Zhuji, and Yin Zhiping were all lying on the ground, and there were still her sister Fang and a big spoon under the boulders...... A trace of monstrous hatred surged into his heart, and he resolutely said, "Qingcheng's gang has a lot of arms, you can take it at will." ”

This sentence is plain, but I don't know how many tragic fates have been announced. When the big lama heard this, he smiled, "Very good!" and strode towards the Qingcheng Daoists.

Ten meters before the battle, he had already taken out the Gangdong bone horn - Jing Qianchuan had seen it and knew how powerful it was, so he didn't remind others, so he blocked his ears.

This little trumpet is made from the shin bone of a human thigh, and the ends are inlaid with silver carved decorative parts, which is ornate and eerie. But the voice is flat and harsh, and there is no sense of melodious pleasure.

As soon as it sounded, everyone in Qingcheng stumbled in unison, as if the cerebellum had lost its ability to balance. The werewolf has a keen sense of hearing, and the greater the reaction, the more he is impacted by this heavy sound wave, he only feels that the world is spinning, and he has no choice but to bury his head in the soil with four claws.

Ba Si Pa took this opportunity to soar into the sky, and with the short mantra spitting out, he activated the sword in his other hand, and a piece of purple light shot out, directly slashing the Qingcheng Dao people to pieces!

He doesn't kill people, only arms.

One, two, three...... The Great Lama landed in the middle of the Taoist crowd, like a tiger into a wolf pack, and danced his sword into a ring, constantly cutting the selected target accurately.

Song Hao then regretted it greatly.

Just now Jing Yan faced this person, he didn't dare to cast a spell to assist, because he knew that Jing Tianshi and his conceit never refused to let others take credit. Now that the tiger has entered the wolf pack, it is too late to cast a spell - it is difficult to lock the target in the chaotic army, there is only one opponent, and the rest are their own people, and the spell will inevitably cause accidental damage.

Besides, even if he casts a spell, can he take down this person? Only then did he understand the trembling from his heart when Jing Qianchuan just said what kind of national teacher and what kind of living Buddha.

While committing the murder, Pasipa silently counted...... Four, five--hey, there's still one ready on the ground! He was pleasantly surprised to see that the enemy's arm that Sun Zhuji had cut off earlier was in very good condition.

"Six! is enough—" The Great Lama shook his head to the sky, broke all the flesh on his back, and let the horns and legs of the ox shoot out, and by the way, he knocked down two Taoists who tried to sneak attack.

An incomparable purple qi rose from his waist from the bottom up, instantly blooming with dazzling light, enveloping a radius of twenty meters, and then bowing down again—the violently contracted purple light adsorbed all six arms on the ground on his back.

Six bony mortise and tenon joints protruded from the two shoulder blades, locking all the broken arms, and countless purple flesh fibers cheered and wound up, quickly sewing the broken wound to the back.

Ba Sipa's original hands did not pause and wait, and while brandishing his sword to defend against the enemy, he shouted frantically, "Quack, these things of you are just Yin Zhiping's unscrupulous disciples! The invitation between this Buddha and Yin Zhenren has not yet been completed, and it is not your turn to be restless!"

As if they had been summoned, the six arms that had naturally drooped were raised in unison, forming a symmetrical scorpion-like shape on both sides of the body—only the fingers of each hand were compared with a V-shaped, and the smug color was overflowing.

He still learned this gesture from Aya. When the first native baby in the Tibetan Heavenly Realm was born, the Buddha Mother smiled and made this gesture on the spot. How much does Phags-pa love learning? You don't have to teach it twice.

Song Haoran of the Qingcheng Prison was shocked in his heart, he had only seen such "demons" in the murals in the view, where did he think that the human world actually existed?

On the zigzag stone steps of the rock wall, a tall werewolf was running upwards with the naked Jing Qianchuan on his back, and the father and son were also shameless. Today's idea is prickly, and besides, it is inexplicable, and if you can, you won't fight. Lao Tzu has been cultivating for so many years, in order to ascend to immortality as soon as possible, but he is not here to accompany you to fight for your life.

What's more, this skin bag is difficult to adapt to for a while, and you need to soften your fingers as soon as possible. Made, how many spells can't be unleashed--it's all lost to the trick! When I took it, I didn't think of this......

When he fled, Song Haoran was stunned.

Nima, don't bring such a Lao Jing - what should I do? In this battle, there were five heavenly masters in Qingcheng, and three of them were cut down by Sun Zhuji, a rookie from Heming. Now you're running away with your son on your back, oh, leaving me alone as cannon fodder?

This old Song is quite good, and he chases after Jing Yan with his spirit! The smoke and walking all the way are like a dream, and it is probably the best field of all his exercises.

Don't say it, it's really useful, the eight-armed god king at the bottom of the valley killed all directions, and the Qingcheng Dao people wailed all over the field. He himself was unscathed, but his face was a little embarrassed.

After running wildly for a quarter of an hour, he finally arrived at the gate of the Taoist temple, and the werewolf was gone. Song Haoran shouted wildly, "Close the door, close the door!" Ring the bell - open the demon subduing array!"

By the time the panicked bell reached the bottom of the valley, there was no third person standing except for Phags-pa and Aya.

Aya rushed to the boulder and tried to shake it with all her might—she needed to confirm Sister Fang's life and death with her own eyes!

But she couldn't push it at all, even if she couldn't refine her body......