Sun Kun and Meng Yuanyun quietly moved towards the place where the battle was most intense. They thought it would be a fierce battle, but to their surprise, before they reached the battle scene, they encountered Zong who was retreating quickly on the way. Bathuo and his party.
Under the protection of Yan Jueling, the ring-holding monk carried the unconscious King Jundali Ming on his back. Taking advantage of the fact that all forces were attracted by the battle between Beiming Wudi and Feng Asan, the four rushed out of the village and into the dense forest .
"Beiming Wudi, that old thief is not willing to be lonely anymore!" Yan Jueling glanced back and said with lingering fear: "If he and Xing Wuwei attack at the same time, we will never escape."
Everyone's heart trembled, and they all nodded.
Meng Yuanjun asked curiously: "How could the Demon Sect make such a low-level mistake? Is Feng Asan more important than Zongba Living Buddha?"
"Of course not." Sun Kun paused suddenly, his tone never heavy before, and said slowly: "Because there are more powerful people waiting for us..."
"Who?" Meng Yuanjun asked quickly after a shock.
"he-"
Sun Kun pointed forward, and everyone stood still in amazement. Looking along Sun Kun's fingertips, a figure slowly walked out from the mountain depression in front, with a strange long sword like a peach branch in his hand, with one eye proudly, it was Song Song who hadn't appeared for a long time leave.
Song Bieli appeared in front of everyone with an aura of destruction on his body. His smile was like ashes, bringing people lifeless despair. "Everyone, are you safe?"
Clang, clang!
Everyone drew their swords out of their sheaths.
Yan Jueling took a step forward, and said coldly: "Song Bieli, do you still dare to show yourself?"
"Oh?" Song Bieli looked at Yan Jueling lightly, and said with a sneer, "You ignorant boy, do you think you can use Situ Lingfeng to suppress me? Now he can't take care of himself, I'm afraid you can't count on him..."
Yan Jueling stepped forward with a sword in one arm, and said coldly: "I've disappointed you. From the first day I learned swords, I know that the most reliable thing in the world is the sword in my hand... I am very fortunate, You are not dead, there are not many swordsmen worthy of killing on the Heaven's Absolute Ranking..."
Song Bieli's eyes flashed fiercely, and the corner of his mouth bloomed with a sneer like a poisonous snake: "Well said. Young people should have such ambition. Unfortunately, ambition is not small, but it is a bit unrealistic."
"Whether it's unrealistic or not depends on whether the sword in Mr. Song's hand is still as sharp as ever." Yan Jueling stood in front of the crowd, separating Song Bieli's attack route from them.
Everyone understood and quickly evacuated from behind him.
But before walking a few steps, the figure in front of him flashed again, Xing Wuwei appeared with a snake stick, coldly blocked everyone's way, and said with a sneer: "Little lama, today you can let three great masters deal with you together, Even if you die, you should be proud."
"Amitabha." The living Buddha Zongba, who hadn't spoken for a long time, finally opened his eyes and spoke: "The little lama is not of high status and has little influence. After all, it should be the safety of Donor Ye that makes you fearful. The little monk is just Those who are being angered..."
What Zongba said made Xing Wuwei speechless.
The precept-keeping monk looked happy, stepped forward to congratulate him and said, "The living Buddha has practiced Wuzhi Zen for a hundred days, and if he opens his mouth today, isn't it already fruitful?"
Everyone looked at each other in dismay, Zongba stretched out his single palm, held the precepts and quickly knelt down on the ground, allowing Zongba to press the top door, and said softly: "Practice Zen for a hundred days, and finally achieved some results. Ye Shizhu encountered hardships, and he should use this method Ferry..."
With a flash of Buddha's light, the whole body of the precept-holding monk suddenly lit up, and then the injuries on his body healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Everyone was stunned, they didn't expect this little monk to have such magical powers, and when they were amazed, they saw him press his palm on King Jundaliming's top door again, and the same Buddha light flashed, and King Jundaliming who had been in a coma slowly woke up, It turned out to be no different, healed as before.
King Jundali Ming knelt down at Zongba's feet, performed five-body prostration, and said in a loud voice, "Zalidoran thanked the Living Buddha for his kindness."
With this move, not only everyone on his own side, but also Xing Wuwei on the opposite side were dumbfounded.
What kind of exercise is this
It was a miracle.
Could it be that the Buddha appeared
Xing Wuwei shook his head again and again, calmed down, and shouted in a cold voice: "The little lama knows how to demon?"
Song Bieli snorted coldly. Although he didn't believe in ghosts and gods, everything in front of him really made his expression unnatural.
The opponent's means and strength were beyond his calculations, which really made him feel uneasy.
Sun Kun laughed loudly and said: "It's really strange in this world. The lamas of the Buddhist sect are actually said by the evildoers of the demon sect to perform demon magic. Could it be that your demon sect uses fairy arts?"
Zongba slowly twisted Gabala in his hands, and said with a normal face: "The little lama uses the orthodox mental method of Buddhism, but he has recited a lot of Buddha, so naturally he has some supernatural powers... This benefactor, I don't know how many deaths he has created by his life." Sin, the altar is surrounded by karmic fire, the fire is as black as ink, how about this little monk take off your browbones and make them into Buddha beads Gabala, recite Buddhist scriptures day and night, so that you will not fall into the animal realm in the next life, how about it?"
Xing Wuwei was taken aback when he heard it, and didn't understand what the other party meant for a long time.
Sun Kun said with a smile: "Old Xing, people say that your Yintang is black, you have killed too many evils, and you will become a dog in the next life. Take your skull and make it into a string of beads, and ask you if you agree or not!"
Hahaha…
The heroes burst out laughing.
Xing Wuwei's expression changed suddenly, and he cursed violently: "Fart, you son of a bitch, you can't even die..."
Song Bieli sneered: "Little lama, it's useless to show off your tongue, let me see how much real power you have!"
As soon as the words fell, Song Bieli hugged his shoulders, sneered and retreated, while Xing Wuwei took out a strange flute from his arms, and played it to him.
"Be careful of the Scarlet Blood Demon!" Sun Kun shouted, and everyone formed a circle, immediately on guard.
It's a pity that only Sun Kun has really seen the power of the Red Blood Demon. Just as everyone was taking precautions, there was a sudden tremor from the ground under Zongba's feet. Ba swept in.
ah!
The monk who held the precepts was the closest, and hurriedly stepped forward to block it, but the shroud was so sensitive that it even avoided the blow of the precepts, and pulled out like a whip from the side, hitting the back of the precepts, and immediately sent him flying go out.
Another shroud suddenly came in front of Zongba, but he saw a figure, but it was intercepted by King Jundali Ming, and his whole body turned into the face of King Ming, and the shroud wrapped the face firmly on the spot.
Om, Hum, Po Zha!
King Jundali Ming's eyes flashed, a blue flame ignited on Faxiang's body, and the blood-stained shroud was immediately burned, and the blue flame burned down the cloth belt to the ground.
When everyone saw it, they immediately applauded loudly.
It's just that although the green lotus fire exploded fiercely, there was no movement in the ground, and the shroud wrapped around the face did not seem to relax in the slightest.
Just as he was wondering, the demon Ning Du attacked from the other side, and everyone rushed to resist.
At the same time, as soon as the soil under Zongba's feet loosened, a big hand stretched out and firmly grasped Zongba's ankle.