Chapter Three Hundred and Eighty Seventh Show the Power

After Duanmusheng jumped down.

The body of the Hundred Tribulations Cave was smashed like a cannonball.

boom!

A circular pit mark smashed by a lotus seat appeared in front of everyone.

Several puppets were smashed into the dirt.

"Liaoyuan Hundred Strikes!"

"A thousand layers of waves!"

Hua Wudao was rushing back when he saw this scene...cough...he almost didn't spit out water.

Hey, when I think of staying in Motian Pavilion in the future, my heart is filled with panic.

He glanced at Huayuexing standing at the top of Motian Pavilion, pulling the arrow from time to time to repel those puppets, and his mood was much better.

The Great Elder of the Hengqu School, after Zhang Jin got up, rushed up.

They are just puppets, no pain, no fear, no death.

Pan Litian frowned.

The wine gourd burst into golden light again and greeted it.

Xiaoyuan'er, Zhaoyue, Ming Shiyin, Zhu Honggong, and the four major disciples all jumped down Jinting Mountain.

For a time, the Gang Qi was intertwined, and within a few hundred meters in front of the foot of the mountain, there was chaos and the Gang Qi...

Lu Zhou tapped Bai Ze's back with his toes, stepped into the void, and Bai Ze disappeared into the darkness.

When a mount like Bai Ze appears, it will have auspicious aura, and it is easy to be noticed...

Bai Ze was replaced by the humble Bi Hua.

Lu Zhou rode the biscuit and came to a rock halfway up the mountain to observe it secretly.

...

The others nodded when they saw that the pavilion master disappeared.

They are all puppets, and indeed it is not the Pavilion Master's turn to take action.

However, Lu Zhou was on the back of Bi Qian, silently cheering on the apprentices.

The old man is also very helpless, the old man can only wave the flag and shout at this cultivation level.

"I am willing to lose two hundred years of life just for the sake of Motian Pavilion?" Lu Zhou looked at the battle below and pondered.

Zhang Yuanshan has the power to win the eight leaves, so Bama will not be bad...

Could it be that after Yu Shangrong killed Zhang Yuanshan, he was captured by Bama and taken as a hostage?

It's not impossible.

Pan Litian repelled Zhang Jin again...and said, "It's unbelievably strong."

Leng Luo used the technique of concealment, came to Zhang Jin, and repeatedly attacked, and several palm prints hit Zhang Jin densely.

"Old Pan, hit the back of their heads." Leng Luo said.

"Okay, listen to you once."

With the cooperation of Leng Luo, Pan Litian's whole body was full of qi.

The wine gourd swirled out, from small to large, glittering with golden light——

"Drunken pillow!" Pan Litian shouted.

boom!

The wine gourd smashed into the back of Zhang Jin's head.

Click.

Only a crisp cracking sound could be heard... The puppet "Zhang Jin" waved his arms, ah ah, crazy, but soon, he fell backwards and was dying.

Pan Litian said, "How about this old man's trick?"

Leng Luo disagreed: "Is there such a trick in the Taoist method of Jingming Tao?"

"It's now." Pan Litian shamelessly said.

"..."

Leng Luo disappeared, like a ghost, heading down the mountain.

"Is it a bad name for the old man?" Pan Litian jumped up and followed.

Leng Luo came to Duanmusheng and the others and said, "Attack the back of their heads."

"Elder Leng is indeed well-informed."

Mingshi complimented because of the flashing figure, grasped the parting hook tightly, and dodged into the puppets.

Bang bang bang!

finally……

One by one, the puppets began to fall.

Huayuexing, who was standing above the Motian Pavilion, also began to use arrow gangs to shoot the back of the puppet's head, but it was a bit difficult, and they had to wait for the moment when they turned their backs on him to grasp the shot.

Occasionally can also harvest a puppet.

on the rocks.

Lu Zhou sighed, the puppets are all dead people, so they can't get merit points.

I can't help but feel a little disgusted with witchcraft.

At this time, Lu Zhou saw Mage Xu Jing, stepping into the void, came to the top of the puppets.

Dozens of other disciples followed Ling Kong and stood behind him.

"Amitabha."

"No Bodhi tree, nor stand mirror."

Dozens of other disciples spoke at the same time, and in an instant——

Mosquito-like buzzing, chanting.

"Great Amplification Dharma, Bright Mirror Stage."

Headed by Xu Jing, with many monks as the center, a huge circular pattern radiates light, appears around, and then slowly falls.

Lu Zhou once saw Wu Nian use this trick on the lotus platform.

Unexpectedly, under the joint use of so many monks, the energy, range, and power have become so huge.

When the aperture is spread on the ground, the light will fluctuate continuously with the chanting of the monks.

Lu Zhou Fushu nodded.

Although Jiang Aijian is a condescending person, sometimes his advice is not bad.

In this way, the value of monks such as Xu Jing is obviously many times greater than that of fighting alone—

You must know that all the people fighting below are the elites of Motian Pavilion.

Leng Luo, Pan Litian, Xiaoyuan'er, Duanmusheng, Ming Shiyin, Zhaoyue, Zhu Honggong... After receiving the energy of Mingjingtai, they suddenly felt alive.

Gang Qi vertical and horizontal!

The entire foothills is completely occupied by the Dharma body that appears from time to time.

...

In the farthest rear corner, I saw a monk radiating light in the sky.

Bama frowned slightly: "Buddhist?"

Looking at the puppets that kept rushing up, under the strong lineup of the opponent, they slowly fell down.

His expression became extremely numb, and he clenched his fists.

"Old devil... I don't believe it, you have the heart to watch them bury in a sea of ​​corpses..."

Bama waved his right hand.

A purple light circle flew to the monk who was pulling the ink-colored carriage in front of him.

The monk suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the sky numbly.

"Kong Yuan... Go, those are all your enemies, release your hatred to the fullest!"

Kong Yuan was obviously dead, but as if he understood, his eyes widened again... Bang, his body flashed, he left the range of the witchcraft circle where Bama was, and rushed towards the quiet monk formation.

An ink-colored palm print appeared.

"Be careful!" Huayuexing voice transmission.

Shooting three arrows in a row, rushing towards Kongyuan.

Bang bang bang!

The arrow gang hit the ink-colored palm print and disappeared into the invisible.

Seeing this scene, Lu Zhou frowned slightly.

Eight-leaf puppet, really willing to spend the blood...

Witchcraft is such a good thing, the more advanced the puppet you control, the greater the price you need to pay.

Lu Zhou remembered the situation of withering everywhere in the past period of time...

Borrowing from God?

at the same time.

Quietly recite the seal, and instantly open the golden body of the Bodhisattva!

hum!

boom!

The empty black palm print collided with the golden body and the seal.

The sky is staggered!

The quiet monk phalanx volleyed back!

"Steady! Don't go away!"

Kong Yuan also flew backwards because of the force of the rebound.

Seeing this scene, Pan Litian's body is like a flying swallow, and he is close to the sky: "Your opponent is an old man!"

Even if his cultivation base has not recovered, he is still the old eight-leaf leaf after all... It is only fair that the eight-leaf leaf is against the eight-leaf leaf!

With wine gourd, there is no problem in containing Kong Yuan.

If this goes on, sooner or later the vitality will be exhausted.

Lu Zhou took a look at the number of puppets... It was only reduced by one-third due to the hard work of the apprentices.

After thinking for a while, Lu Zhou waved casually: "Xu Jing, catch it."

Xu Jing didn't have time to distinguish what it was, and quickly caught the thing flying in the air, and fixed his eyes: "The rosary?"

"This object is called the Buddha's Rosary. It is originally an empty object. Although it recognizes the Lord, it is better than nothing."

Xu Jing heard the words and was overjoyed: "How can the poor monk dare to receive the favor of Ji Shizhu again!".

For Lu Zhou, this thing is really a tasteless weapon. Not only is it useless, but it has to be re-refined to recognize the master.

But for Xu Jing, it's a better treasure than all the best swords... How could he not be excited?