Just when Song Wugui's momentum was rising, the sound of clanging sword chants suddenly sounded in the void, causing Song Wugui's complexion to change drastically.
Just when he raised his head, he saw hundreds of long swords coming quickly, crashing into his armor with a rumble, and each sword landed on the same point.
Only after the Hundred Swords, Song Wugui's Zhoushen armor trembled, numerous cracks appeared with a cracking sound, and then shattered.
Lin Huang raised his eyebrows, and struck out with the Killing God's sword and the Cross Yama Luo one after another, killing Song Wugui. He was immediately at a disadvantage and looked a little embarrassed.
After the hundred swords pierced Song Wugui's iron armor, Lin Cangxue's figure also appeared in the jungle. The latter appeared in front of Song Wugui with the Cangxue Sword in hand like a startling giant.
Song Wugui's face condensed and he suddenly shouted:
"Blood Crow Sacrifice!"
Just as the latter finished speaking, a huge blood crow suddenly appeared in front of Song Wugui. The blood crow fluttered, and in less than ten breaths, the blood crow burned out of the void, filling the air with a terrifying
The breath of...
"retreat!"
Lin Huang scolded fiercely, retreating suddenly, and Lin Cangxue also retreated. The two of them could not retreat more than ten feet, and the blood crow in front of Song Wugui exploded violently.
The blast of air from the blood crow swept across, causing Lin Huang to vomit out a mouthful of blood. But the moment Lin Huang landed, he rushed into the sky full of smoke and killed Song Wugui again.
Lin Cangxue frowned and also killed in.
Ceng Ceng Ceng.
In the smoke and dust, the sound of swords and weapons continued. Song Wugui's roar was heard for a while, and then Song Wugui was heard yelling angrily:
"The evil king is angry!"
In the smoke and dust, just as Song Wugui roared, his arms suddenly lifted up into the air, rapidly expanding, like huge pillars, full of terrifying strength.
Lin Huang frowned again, his expression becoming extremely solemn. His arms were completely red, like two tigers showing their ferocious fangs.
When Song Wugui roared, his two arms were cut off by himself in a self-inflicted manner, and then he rushed towards Lin Huang and Lin Cangxue.
Lin Huang's expression changed drastically. He immediately raised the demon-suppressing knife and yelled loudly: "Abidao!"
At this moment, Abidao finally reappeared. Lin Huang looked at the terrifying right arm, his expression still solemn, and he fired thirty-seven swords in just a breath, finally neutralizing the power of the evil king's anger at the last moment.
Lin Cangxue, on the other hand, forcefully withstood Song Wugui's left arm punch, and all the power of the Evil King's wrath fell on Lin Cangxue.
However, when Lin Huang turned his head, he saw Lin Cangxue's jade clothes floating around, showing no signs of danger. Song Wugui's self-inflicted blow was blocked by the jade clothes with golden threads.
In the field, Song Wugui looked pale and looked at the two people in front of him with a look of disbelief on his face.
The killing blow that he concentrated at the expense of his arms was actually blocked by the two of them. The jade clothes with golden threads were really terrifying.
Lin Huang raised his eyebrows and looked at Song Wugui, whose figure slowly disappeared into the jungle like a shadow.
Song Wugui's expression changed drastically, and he finally reacted at this moment, "You are the Thirteen Killers!"
Thinking of this, Song Wugui felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar. He snatched the golden jade clothes to resist the assassination of the Thirteenth Killer, but he did not expect that the Thirteenth Killer would use the jade clothes to kill him.
In the void, the forest was silent.
Just as the breeze picked up, Lin Huang's cold voice quietly sounded in the jungle, "The God of Death cuts with one strike!"
Without his arms, Song Wugui had no fighting power at all. Facing the fierce forest wilderness at this moment, how could he be his opponent?
Just as Lin Huang finished speaking, a line of blood appeared in the jungle, piercing Song Wugui's throat.
Um?
A single blow killed Song Wugui, but in exchange for Lin Huang's confusion. Lin Huang appeared in the jungle, pulling Lin Cangxue back quickly. He only felt a powerful force, and he didn't know when he came here.
But Lin Huang's decisive blow just now did not kill Song Wugui. What he killed was an afterimage of Song Wugui left after he was rescued.
In the jungle, Jun Qingcheng's Judgment Sword suddenly unsheathed, killing several warriors like the autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves, and then rushed to Lin Huang's side, looking wary.
"Amitabha……"
In the jungle, I heard about Amitabha Buddha again.
Lin Huang's brows immediately furrowed. This sound of Buddha reminded him of Monk Cisheng of Wuchan Temple outside Shanhe Pass.
"What old bald ass is pretending to be a ghost here?"
Little Fatty Bai was holding two big hammers and yelled arrogantly.
Just as Bai Xiaopang finished speaking, an old monk wearing cassocks walked out of the jungle, standing with his palms clasped in front of his chest.
Behind the old monk, Song Wugui, whose breath was extremely weak, followed.
Looking at the old monk slowly approaching in front of him, Lin Huang's expression became more and more alert. The old monk was wearing a bright yellow cassock, which was washed extremely clean.
He looked old, but exuded a calm aura. There was no trace of evil or a trace of peace.
The prayer beads in front of him were polished until they were shiny.
This old monk is not Wuchanji Cisheng, and Cisheng feels like a piece of dead wood, but the old monk in front of him has a lot more fireworks.
"What is your name?
Lin Huang opened his mouth and said.
"Amitabha……"
The old monk said "Amitabha Buddha" smoothly, like a mantra, not as pious as Ci Sheng, "A poor monk came from Wuchan Temple and walked in the mortal world for thirty years. His dharma name is Ci Nan!"
Lin Huang frowned again, "Sure enough, he is still from Wuchan Temple!"
"I wonder what the relationship is between Master and Ci Sheng?"
Lin Huang asked.
"Junior Brother Cisheng?"
Ci Nan murmured, then smiled, bowed and said, "Junior Brother Ci Sheng has just entered the world of mortals. In his heart, he only hopes to extradite all living beings into Buddhism. If I have offended anyone, I hope you will forgive me!"
"Isn't Master willing to extradite sentient beings into Buddhism?"
Lin Huang asked with a smile on his face, but he asked sharply.
I saw that Ci Nan no longer recited Amitabha, but just smiled and said: "The donor is joking, the world's people will have a great calamity of three thousand years, and there is no light in the world above. If a poor monk cannot save himself, how can he save the world's people!"
"The master is more practical than Master Cisheng, but he is not as profound as Master Cisheng!"
Lin Huang commented.
Monk Ci Nan did not defend himself. He just smiled and said, "In the years when the true Buddha has passed, the Buddha that the donor sees is just a group of self-imposed vulgar people!"
"And what about the Master himself?"
Lin Huang asked.
"They are also common people!"
"What about our respected master Ye Wuchan?"
Lin Huang asked again.
“It’s so vulgar!”
Ci Nan said with a smile.
"The master seems to have seen through a lot!"
Lin Huang raised his eyebrows and smiled.
Ci Nan shook his head, "You and I are both in a dry well, with the sky above our heads, which can be covered with a palm. The so-called seeing through is just a slap in the face. When you get out of the well, you will know what a drop in the ocean is."
Lin Huang remained silent and just talked casually. Unexpectedly, the old monk became more and more mysterious as he talked, which was really boring.
Afterwards, Lin Huang cast his eyes on Song Wugui who was behind Ci Nan, and said with a calm smile: "Master should give me an explanation!" Happy National Day, guys, there will be another update tonight.