Ling Qing shook his head and waved the whisk, and the soil on the ground suddenly rolled up, burying all the blood of the remaining limbs into the ground.

He also recited a divine mantra to purify the heaven and earth, causing their ashes to return to ashes, and their dust to earth, in order to return heaven and earth.

"I am killing demons here, but you are kind enough to save me there." Fa Hai glanced at him and walked up the mountain.

At this time, he was dressed in white clothes and holding a whisk in his hand.

If you hadn't looked at the way he killed the demon just now, he would have looked like a handsome monk who had just emerged from the world.

However, Lingqing knew that these days, his murderous intention became more and more serious.

The two of them also met some little demons on the way, except Ling Qing, who looked innocent and was saved by him.

The rest were ruined in Fahai's hands.

Oddly enough, the more monks he kills, the longer his magic power becomes.

Of course, this inner demon is getting stronger day by day.

However, no matter how powerful the inner demon was, he was still able to kill him, and his murderous intent became even more intense.

The two of them went up the mountain, killing many little monsters and alarming the owner of the mountain.

"Report!

A little demon quickly ran into the cave, knelt on the ground and reported: "Your Majesty, a monk and a Taoist priest came outside.

That monk is about to kill all our brothers in the mountains."

There is no classic chair in the cave, but a stone couch.

Sitting on it was a big man wearing a red robe, a miter, a black face and a curly beard, who was not angry and proud of himself.

Hearing this, his eyes widened immediately and he asked, "What?"

Where did this wild monk dare to come to my place and run wild? Wait until I capture him alive and sacrifice him to my Buddha."

After that, he picked up a pair of golden bowls on the side and went out.

A handsome young man stood up and said, "Father, why bother you? I just want to go for a walk."

These two people were none other than the great king of Phoenix Mountain, King Jinbo, and his son, Young Master Jinwu.

"Forget it, my son captured him for his father and held him accountable." After hearing this, the King of Golden Cymbals thought for a while, put down the golden bowl and nodded.

"My child will definitely live up to his destiny." Mr. Jinwu clasped his fists and saluted, then turned and walked out of the cave door.

Under the leadership of the little demon, they didn't go far before they saw a monk with a face as cold as ice and full of murderous intent.

"Monk, stop here, this is Phoenix Mountain, not a place for you to act wild.

You have hurt all the creatures in my mountain, but if you are willing to capture them without restraint, I can still give you a happy life.

If you're stubborn and don't work out, I'll have to make you suffer some hardships."

A golden light flashed in Fahai's eyes, and he saw that he was a centipede spirit with a thousand years' history.

Then he snorted coldly and said: "A little centipede spirit dares to act so recklessly.

The mighty heavenly dragon, the diamond flame, subdue the demons!"

A golden flame ignited from the fly whisk, and as he shook, the flame flew towards Mr. Jinwu and tied him up.

"ah!

Master Jinwu was caught in the flames, and suddenly felt a piercing pain, and couldn't help but scream.

It transformed into a 100-foot red centipede, jumped up, and opened and closed its pincers to swallow Fahai.

However, before he could reach Fahai, he was burned to ashes by the vajra flames.

Even the flying ashes couldn't fly to Fa Hai's feet.

Fahai took a step forward, and the breeze blew away the fly ash, and he looked up at the cave on the mountainside.

There, King Jinbo, who had rushed out of the cave after hearing the screams, was glaring at him.

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"Monk, you dare to hurt my son's life. Today I will refine you into pus." The King of Golden Cymbals shouted, and struck the golden bowl in his hand with a loud bang.

A sound wave broke through the air and struck towards Fahai.

"Humph, little trick of a withered insect." Fa Hai saw the changes in his hand techniques and recited a spell in his mouth.

A ray of Buddha's light suddenly appeared, scattering the sound waves and shining towards the Dharma King with the golden cymbal.

When the Buddha's light fell on his body, Dharma King Jin Cymbal was like pouring sulfuric acid on his body, with green smoke rising all over his body.

The Dharma King hurriedly pulled off his dharma robes, and a red Buddha's light also rose up to protect himself.

"Where are you from, monk?"

"The poor monk is Fa Hai of Jinshan Temple!" Seeing that the Buddha's light failed to take him away, Fa Hai immediately tugged on his cassock.

"Kasaya, collect the demons!"

Snow-white cassocks floated up like white clouds.

Jin Bo Dharma King had a sudden heart attack when he heard Fa Hai's name. He had naturally heard of Fa Hai's name.

Then I saw the cassock approaching, like a curtain from the sky, so I didn't dare to neglect it at the moment.

Throwing the golden cymbals in his hand, the two golden bowls rotated rapidly, making a ringing sound, and cut two holes in the cassock.

Seeing that the cassock was torn, Fahai took it back and stretched out his hand to hold up the purple gold alms bowl.

He struck out with the golden cymbals.

The two golden bowls of the King of Golden Cymbals are just ordinary magic weapons. How can they withstand the purple gold bowl of Fa Hai?

There was a clang sound and the alms bowl was covered in it.

At first there was a clanking sound, but after a while it disappeared.

Apparently it was either suppressed or refined.

Fa Hai gained the power and refused to show mercy. He raised his hand to lead, and the golden bowl was thrown towards the Dharma King with the golden cymbal.

"Master, have mercy on me. I have received the shadow of the Buddha in front of Guanyin Bodhisattva's seat." Jin Bo Dharma King saw this and immediately begged for mercy.

Fahai's expression changed immediately after hearing this, "Stop it!"

He raised his palm and took back the purple gold alms bowl.

He looked at the golden cymbal Dharma King and said, "Have you really received the Buddha's shadow in front of the Bodhisattva?"

"I don't dare to deceive the Master. Everything the little demon said is true." The King of Golden Cymbals kowtowed as if he was pounding garlic.

However, secretly, he secretly hid a breath of poisonous gas in his mouthparts.

Seeing Fahai coming up behind him, he suddenly raised his head, and a stream of golden-red poisonous gas sprayed onto Fahai's face.

Fa Hai took a sip unintentionally and felt a sweet sensation in his heart. He felt dizzy and fell to the ground.

King Jin Bo stood up and looked at Fa Hai, whose face was like gold foil and whose body was covered with bloodshot eyes. He laughed and said, "You monk, what if you are Fa Hai?

You dare to kill my child, how can I not avenge my child?"

"Have you really studied Dharma in front of Guanyin Bodhisattva?" Just when he was proud, a voice sounded in his ears.

"Who?" He was startled, stopped laughing, and turned around to look.

I was seeing a young Taoist priest dressed in ordinary clothes.

He suddenly remembered that the little demon came to report earlier and said he was a monk and a Taoist.

Just now he was only looking for revenge on the monk, but he forgot about this monk.

However, the famous monk Fahai was poisoned to death by him, so what can this man do?

Could he still be more powerful than Monk Fahai?

At the moment, he didn't want to talk nonsense, and with a wave of his hand, another poisonous mist was sprayed out.

I just wanted him to slowly struggle to death in the poisonous mist.

However, just as he was about to reach out for Fa Hai's golden bowl, he caught a glimpse of his own poisonous mist quickly disappearing from the corner of his eye.

He looked over again and saw a long flag standing in front of the Taoist man, with countless strange cicadas as pale gold as glass, swimming on the surface of the flag.

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My own poisonous mist was taken away by this flag.

He knew in his heart that this should be a magic weapon that could absorb poisonous mist, so he stretched out his hands.

Two blood-red Wu hooks with fine barbs appeared in his hands.

This is the flying centipede hook he used to sacrifice his own two pincers earlier.

The golden cymbal has not been used since it was newly refined. At this time, the golden cymbal was destroyed and could only be used for emergencies.
Chapter completed!