New White Snake Asking Immortals

If fighting is unavoidable, do your best.

The snake demon boy and the small stone are as stable as a rock, with a sharp knife, resisting the surging ghost tide with divine power, relying on each other to float and sink in the ghost tide, and they are murderous!

"Hi~!"

The ring-head knife, the cold sharp blade, buzzes!

Created with dragon energy, it has the attribute of killing evil and slaughtering ghosts and evil zombies!

Simple slash! Banyue's saber qi swept across an open space, slashing fiercely with his saber! The powerful demon is divided into two halves.

The ring-head knife is slender, straight, strong and sharp, strong and practical. It is the most suitable for use in battles. It is heavy enough. Other types of light swordsmen are fine to fight alone. Reliable weapons.

As the number of beheadings of evil spirits increased, the force of the sword became even greater.

The ring head sword becomes more and more spiritual as it fights, and it may soon be able to give birth to the sword spirit and turn it into a magic weapon.

Next to it, Xiao Shishi's heart was red, and the blood vessels on his body appeared dark red, full of power!

Little Stone was originally very short, with a childlike appearance, but after maddening, he turned into a stern boy, his sword brows were angry, and his bald head remained.

Originally, the monk's robe was small on the body, and the muscles of his arms and legs were solid, and he grabbed the evil ghost with his bare hands and tore it apart...

Fierce and irritable, he has known Bai Yujun for many years and has been infected with many dragon habits.

The punching and kicking moves are simple, fast, accurate, and ruthless!

Firmly resist the endless **** evil spirits that come like a tide.

The little stone and the snake demon boy guarded the old Huixian, never retreating. They were repeatedly overwhelmed by the scarlet evil spirits, and they forced the evil spirits back countless times.

Qingling uses a sword, with a long cyan dress and long black hair, pure Yang swordsmanship is superb, the sword qi is like frost, and it is like a streamer threading a needle.

The dark green sword energy swept across, and groups of evil spirits were continuously wiped out!

The long-faced king is fighting against the skinny mummy.

From the ground to the gray sky, and then to the ground.

Just as the skinny mummy fell to the ground, the ground suddenly stirred up dust!

The iron ball appeared silently behind the mummified corpse, with a hood on his head, his face hidden in the shadows, and his expression could not be clearly seen, and his two-handed machete double-hit at an extremely fast speed! When it hit the ground, a bang caused the dust to disappear again!

The mummy who was attacked raised his head and howled hoarsely.

"Ow..."

The long-faced king seized the opportunity to attack violently, forcing the mummy to be unable to be distracted to recover from the injury.

Dust exploded in the tide-like group of evil spirits, and countless evil spirits waved their claws and were bounced up. Iron **** in gray clothes shuttled through the group of evil spirits. ghost!

fall, disappear.

From time to time, sudden killings broke out in the group of evil spirits, and there was no regularity at all.

The masters of Zhuquan Temple are creating opportunities for the old Huixian.

After Zhuquan Temple was attacked, the original life was shattered. This time, there is only one target of the initiative. It is not to destroy powerful evil spirits, but to completely suppress the cracks in hell, the source of disasters. There may be many cracks in **** in the world, it doesn’t matter, one A repression is.

Others are unwilling to risk their lives, and someone must stand up and do what they need to do.

Basilisk boy and Little Rock make way.

Old Huixian was guarded by the masters in the middle, step by step toward the crack of hell, toward the abyss...

When the ring-shoudao could no longer open the way forward, the haggard old monk stopped and sat cross-legged with his hands folded, ignoring the **** and closing his eyes and reciting the scriptures.

"Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva practiced deep prajnaparamita."

"Seeing that the five aggregates are empty, save all suffering."

"..."

The skinny corpse suddenly wailed in pain, and the evil spirits who were climbing up from the crack of **** seemed to be pulled back to **** by some force. On the cliff, the densely packed claws were waving indiscriminately, no matter how hard they scratched, they couldn't stop going backwards!

The fire of **** was also pulled back to the crack.

The skinny corpse roared.

"It's that old monk...! Kill... kill him! Quick!"

In an instant, moving scarlet evil spirits rushed towards Old Huixian from all directions.

The pressure of the masters in Zhuquan Temple has increased, the snake demon boy has swung the ring-head knife to the extreme, and every time he slashes a piece of evil spirits, the small stone is almost buried by the ghosts, the long-faced king is struggling to attack the mummy to disturb his command, and the iron ball Change your strategy to control the mud golem to defend against the enemy.

At this time, Qingling shines brightly.

His feet were off the ground, his long hair was flying, his hands were imprinted on his chest, and he was using his sword skills with all his strength!

The dark green sword traveled fast, and the speed was too fast. Looking down from the sky, you could see a curved green line in the group of evil spirits. It accurately passed through every evil spirit that approached, and weaved a barrier to prevent the evil spirits from approaching.

The old Huixian is merciful and merciful, and the scriptures are loud and clear.

"Sariputra, form is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from form, form is emptiness, emptiness is form, perception, perception, action, consciousness, and so on."

"Sariputra, the emptiness of all dharmas is neither born nor perished, neither dirty nor pure, neither increasing nor decreasing."

The evil ghost of **** suffered even more, and was dragged back to **** step by step...

In order to resist the sound of the scriptures, the ghosts howled violently, and the countless ghosts and ghosts even caused the sky to be gray and lifeless!

Old Huixian remained unmoved.

He was very poor, and a sackcloth monk's robe could be worn for decades, often stitched and mended under an oil lamp.

There is no golden light and no treasures.

Even the favorite Buddhist beads are made by monkey carpenters.

The complexion is dry and yellow, wrinkles are all over the age spots, the eye bags are deep, the pores on the nose are large, the lips are chapped, the palms are rough and thick with calluses, and the years of farming have made the finger joints thick~www.wuxiamtl.com~ A very ordinary old man.

The voice of the old scriptures is very clear and spreads far.

"Therefore, we know that Prajna Paramita is a great divine mantra, a great bright mantra, an unsurpassed mantra, and an unparalleled mantra. It can remove all suffering, and it is true and not false..."

If you look at the ground from outside Nine Clouds.

I saw that the range shrouded by the fire of **** shrank sharply.

Qingling Iron Ball was overjoyed when he saw it, and with more effort, he would soon be able to suppress the cracks and bring peace to the side.

However, many things are always difficult to achieve.

The crack of **** as wide as a canyon suddenly shook, and the evil ghost who had been dragged back to **** seemed to have a lot of strength, grabbed the cliff and climbed out again, and a ghost more terrifying than a mummy was passing through the barrier!

Old Huixian frowned, continued to chant scriptures, and stalemate with the great terror...

Mummy laughs wildly.

"Old monk! You can't stop it! Jie Jie Jie~!"

The long-faced king felt the terrifying breath in the crack and his face was bitter. Unfortunately, the monkey was not there. If it was here, it might directly swing the stick and go to hell, right?

The iron ball soil escaped and appeared on the top of the high slope.

Looking at the scene in the cracks of hell, my shoulders slumped weakly.

"Nothing to do..."

In the wide crack, a huge scarlet head slowly rose, it was a behemoth.

Followed by the shoulders and two blood-red muscular arms, bloody, ugly, terrifying, maybe the strength of the huge ghost is not as strong as a mummy, but this thing feels more destructive and terrifying.

The ghosts still howled harshly.

The snake demon boy looked at the old Huixian, considering whether to carry the old monk and retreat strategically.

Suddenly, Qingling looked up.

"My sister is here."

Iron Ball smiled.

"Boss Bai, we will not lose."

The terrifying evil ghost is still crawling out, and the crack is far from enough to allow it to pass through. It can only slowly squeeze in a little bit. Suddenly, it feels that something is not right!