"The winner has been decided. What else do you want?" shouted after a moment's hesitation. The Vajra Cannon is higher than his cultivation, not to mention that he didn't expect the Vajra Cannon to reach out and snatch the gong in his hand, so he didn't react until the Vajra Cannon carried the gong back.

"Old Yu, knock it?" the King Kong cannon swept next to me with a gong.

I have already seen the previous gong snatching behavior of the King Kong Cannon, I have long been accustomed to his recklessness, this guy is the offspring of close relatives, let alone thirty years old, even if he lives to the age of eighty, he will not be smart, not to mention that he is also worried about the safety of the ram leaning on the wind when he snatches the other party's gong in a hurry, and I can't criticize him.

"Senior Brother Poor Dao is reckless and rude, I hope the master will not blame. I reached out and took the gong from the vajra gun, and threw it back to the lama and monk on the other side using the method of moving mountains. The reason why I want to return the gong to them is because just when the King Kong cannon grabbed the gong, the situation in the field has changed slightly, and the flames conjured by the ram leaning on the wind have seriously burned Jing's hands, and Jing's forehead is already covered with beads of sweat, and his body and aura have fluctuated violently, and it seems that he will not last long.

"Amitabha. The lama on the opposite side did not reach out to take the gong, but with a wave of his left hand, he transferred the gong to Jianshi not far away. Lama originally means monk in Tibetan. Therefore, whether it is a lama or a monk, they chant the Dharma name of the Great Ri Nyorai, that is, Amitabha Buddha, "Thank you, Venerable Master." Jianshi took the gong and thanked the young lama.

First, the reason why I wanted to throw the gong to the lama instead of throwing it directly to Jianshi was to test the lama's true cultivation, and the lama monk took the gong with my aura without revealing a trace and transferred it to Jianshi, which shows that his cultivation is not inferior to mine. Second, if the person above is called the lama, it means that the young lama is of a higher rank than him. It is important to know that Buddhism emphasizes the equality of all beings, and they generally refer to other monks as masters, and the title of the Venerable Master is only used by senior monks of high moral standing in Buddhism, which is not the same as the title of the Venerable Master in Taoism.

"Ninth brother, look. Just when I was stunned, Wen Xiaofeng swept to my side, and motioned to me with a puzzled look to watch Jianzhen's strange behavior.

At this moment, Jianzhen took out the yellow paper from his robe again and looked down, standing next to him holding a gong. After looking at it a few times, Jianzhen refolded the yellow paper into his sleeve, and looked at Jianzhen suspiciously. Judging from the hesitant expressions of the two, they are considering whether to sound the gong and admit defeat.

"The yellow paper will be left by Minghui. Wen Xiaofeng frowned and said. He was cautious, and he had already discovered that the two of them would take out yellow paper and follow the rules at every critical moment.

"They seem to have something to offer. I said confusedly. I had already guessed the instructions left by Zen Master Minghui written on the yellow paper, but I was more concerned about the fact that Jing's hands had been cracked and peeled by the flames, and the defeat was decided, why didn't they sound the gong and admit defeat?

"If you entangle again, you will not be spared!" Just as Wen Xiaofeng and I were talking in a whisper, the ram leaning on the wind let out another roar, and at the same time, he turned around and kicked Monk Jing, who was already in chaos.

Monk Lijing was kicked down by the ram and quickly turned over and stood up, his eyes drifted left and right, and then he grabbed an object from the weeds, and I looked at it intently, it was an ice crystal Buddha bead.

"The old man has more than enough hard cultivation, and he is still not as good as you, a demon of the sect, the Buddha has no spirit, where is the reason of heaven?" Monk Jing screamed and suddenly closed his hands, and with the benefit of his palms, he slapped the ice crystal Buddha bead into powder.

After the ice crystals broke, a thick cold air burst out in an instant, causing the surrounding temperature to plummet. We were more than fifty steps away from him at the moment, but we could still feel the cold aura emitted after the ice crystal bead broke. And Monk Lijing himself was under the lingering cold, his eyebrows were frosty, his hands and feet were ice, and he laughed out loud and rushed to the ram standing above and pounced on the wind.

"Seventh Senior Brother, hurry up, husband, be careful," Da Mei'er and I shouted in unison. This move of Jing Jing clearly has the intention of ending up together. He smashed the ice crystals and used them to restrain the fiery aura of the ram leaning on the wind. If the ram encounters the cold air at this time, it will cause violent changes in his body, which is like pouring ice water into a hot water cup, and the violent temperature difference will cause it to crack or even burst and break.

"The erection is despicable, be punished!" the ram leaned against the wind and glanced up at Da Mei'er, and then conjured up a fire spear and roared angrily to stab at the flying monk Jing.

The moment the two came into contact, an extremely thick mist was generated, and the huge mist enveloped the two tightly, making it difficult for everyone outside to observe the specific situation of the two of them.

"Senior brother, it's finally foggy. At this moment, Jianshi couldn't help but shout, judging from his tone of surprise, he and Jianzhen seemed to have been waiting for this fog.

"Bang!" At the same time, Jianzhen sounded the gong and conceded defeat.

At the same time as the gong sounded, I and the lama monk waved our sleeves at the same time and used the aura to disperse the heavy mist that enveloped the ram leaning on the wind and quiet, and then we saw the true situation of the two of them, and the aura of tranquility at this moment was rapidly dissipating, and there was no blood flowing out of a huge hole wound on the chest, which was exactly what would only appear after being stabbed by the ram's flame spear leaning on the wind. Although there was no blood on the wound, Jing naturally couldn't survive after being pierced in the chest. And his right hand, which had peeled off his skin and exposed his flesh and blood, was now clutching at the ram's soul fixing cover, but unfortunately he was no longer able to take it off.

The breathless Jing finally fell to the ground after the aura dissipated, and the monks hurriedly caught his body and chanted the Buddha's name.

"Seventh brother, seventh senior brother, husband, old seven" Everyone on our side came up to observe the situation of the ram leaning on the wind, and then made sure that he was not injured at all, and couldn't help but praise and enjoy it, and the hard-fought ram leaning on the wind paid attention completely to Da Meier, and the trust and love in his eyes made Da Meier smile like a flower, and the affection was very strong.

"Huh?!" Just as everyone turned to return to the Netherworld Meditation Temple, Da Mei'er let out a cry of surprise and despair.

"Patriarch, what's wrong with you?" I hurriedly turned my head to look back.

"Soul Shield," Da Mei'er trembled and stretched out her onion-like jade finger to the mask on Ram Yifeng's face, "There is a crack in the Soul Shield"