Faced with this situation, the old monk picked up his cane and slapped on the ground.

A Buddha light spread in a circular wave on the ground, and all the ghosts that were brushed away were knocked out. They floated a few hundred meters away before they stopped.

"Dear donors, you should leave."

The old monk wanted to clear the scene, but he did it very naturally and was not embarrassed at all, as if he had been staying here.

But this old monk has too high cultivation level. No matter how he looks at it, we have no chance of winning.

The same is true for everyone present. Even if it is limited by the rules of heaven and earth, the old monk cannot use all his strength. However, those who stand at a high level will naturally have a broader horizon than us. With the same magic power, we can use tens of effects, and immortals like the old monk can use one hundred points.

My expression was a little dissatisfied. Ying Jia is not bad. Of course, it is not the time to consider this, but I always feel that this matter is not so easy to end.

Sure enough, the sound of the sinister test sounded from a distance.

"Old bald man, according to my opinion, it is better for you to leave first!"

The voices were from far to near. When we were talking, this person was still a distance away from us. Before he finished speaking, this person came to us.

The man was wearing a blood robe, a flat crown on his head, and his face turned pale like a piece of white paper.

I also know this guy, Yin Blood King, an old ghost who broke free from the seal, whose strength is about the same as that of the Ten Palace Yan Jun.

The Yan Jun is not much different from the immortals and Buddhas. They are similar in realms, but their strength is a little worse.

Because of this, the old monk just smiled: "This Ghost King, with your strength, it is probably inappropriate to say this. It is better to convert to my Buddha and increase your strength before talking about other things!"

I always want others to convert, which is one of the reasons why I don’t like Buddhism.

The Yin Blood King must be unable to do anything to this old monk when fighting alone, but the Yin Blood King is also prepared.

Four of them have been unblocked in the Nine Springs Hell. Who knows what the underworld does?

From the perspective of the spiritual eye, the entire city has changed. The yin energy dripping from water that is almost gloomy occupied half of the sky, and there is nothing on the other side.

At this moment, the sound of kicking and stomping sounded, and it was the sound of horse hooves.

Someone rode slowly on the dark horse. The man had a steel needle-like beard, covered with golden beast-headed swallowing armor, and a spear in his hand.

I have also seen this person, and I just met him once not long ago. The real overlord is also the dead one.

I, Xiang Yu, the Ghost King, paid money, but it was wrong. As soon as Xiang Yu appeared, he showed his domineering spirit and even the air around him stopped.

This divine light attracted many masters, but when I think of the origin of the divine beast Diting in this divine light, I feel that it is not surprising that I attract these people.

This is a human disaster. It is not so easy to reincarnate completely. The origin of a divine beast is definitely a rare treasure in the world until now.

Of course, the old monk may have other ideas, such as cultivating Di Ting's reincarnation, the vast Buddhist sects, etc.

Diting is a background, and Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva is naturally a rare master in the world, but this Bodhisattva made a great wish that he would not become a Buddha without hell. At the same time, he would not leave the underworld, which attracted some people.

"Haha, old monk, it's five-on-one now, you'd better leave quickly, so as not to lose Lingshan's face in a while."

The Yin Blood King smiled, but he took it for granted. When he saw Xiang Yu's appearance, he regarded him as his own person.

There is naturally a reason for this. Yin Blood King and others were transformed by the witch clan who retreated to the underworld. Xiang Yu fought for hegemony with Liu Bang, and his whole body of kung fu became the witch clan.

The strength of the mountains is so strong that it is the world's aura. How can ordinary people do it? The witch clan has put a heavy bet on Xiang Yu.

The witch tribe has done this more than once, but in the end, Xiang Yu failed to do Old Liu and committed suicide.

When she was alive, Xiang Yu had the important task of fighting for dominance in the world, but now that the debt was lost, Xiang Yu did not intend to get involved with the remnants of the witch clan.

"I came here just to protect a few people and would not compete with you for anything."

Xiang Yu stroked his beard and the dark horse slowly came to us and stood still.

The Yin Blood King's face froze. If it were ordinary people who slapped him in the face like this, the Yin Blood King would have turned against him long ago, but Xiang Yu's strength is here. They were wasting their time, and Xiang Yu's strength could continue to grow.

"Since that's the case, then you can see!"

The Yin Blood King said coldly, as if he was thinking about Xiang Yu.

After Xiang Yu appeared, an inexplicable aura suddenly appeared on Lao Bai's body.

I am very familiar with the owner of this breath, and the cow's head has already possessed Lao Bai.

The old monk and the Yin Blood King competed for people, and we watched the fun neutrally. This is the current situation at this time.

Someone stood up to us, and the old monk had to give up the idea of ​​driving us away.

But that's all. The old monk only thought Xiang Yu was a bit tricky, so he was unwilling to cause trouble.

As time passes by bit by bit, a new life in the hospital is about to be born.

The blood-colored vortex is getting smaller and smaller, while the red clouds in the sky are getting thicker and thicker.

Finally, the vortex disappeared, and a divine light flashed and headed into the building.

At the same time, a winding thunder dragon fell from the red clouds, chasing the divine light.

The thunder dragon's speed was much faster than this divine light. In the blink of an eye, the thunder dragon struck the divine light.

For a moment, a strong light was created, and a phantom of a white dog appeared in the divine light. At the same time, a little monk sat on the white dog's back.

The white dog waved its claws towards the sky, and its spiritual power was like a rising tide, and the space seemed to be torn apart.

The Thunder Dragon was torn and torn apart by the white dog, but at this time, the white dog's aura plummeted.

It is definitely not a good idea to fight the rules of the Heavenly Dao directly, but it always withstood the punishment.

The white dog disappeared with the little monk, and the dim divine light flew into the building.

This is the best time for Yin Blood King and the others to take action, and Yin Blood King and the others also did this.

Four figures rose up from the ground, and the old monk did not show any weakness. He flew up in the air and fought.

A wave of Buddha light that cannot be described in words appeared, with dragons roaring and tigers roaring, and the aftermath of the attack even dispersed the red clouds in the sky.

The old monk showed a golden body, and the Yin Blood King and others showed a true body of the witch clan.

With the strength of the Yin Blood King and others, it is not difficult to have a body. Their real witch family body has long lost its activity, and now they are just substitutes made with witchcraft recently.

But the Yin Blood King and others have extremely strong combat power, and their combat experiences that are integrated into their souls will not fade with time.

The old monk held his cane and attacked the four little hell masters. Although the battle between them did not exceed the restrictions of the world, they were only a short distance away.
Chapter completed!