Vol 9 Chapter 197: Mormon interception

Sun Kun and Meng Yuanzhang quietly touched the place where the battle was the most intense. They thought that there would be a fierce battle next, but to their surprise, they did not wait for the two to reach the battle site, and they encountered a rapid retreat on the way. Pak Pho Buddha and his party.
Under the guard of Yan Jueyun, the monk holding the ring and carrying the unconscious army king Tuliming, the four took advantage of the forces of all sides to be attracted by the battle between Beiming Invincible and Feng Asan, and quickly rushed out of the village and into the dense forest. .
"The old thief who is invincible in Beiming is also unwilling to be lonely!" Yan Juezhen looked back, with a guilty conscience: "If he and Xing Wuyou attack at the same time, I will never be spared."
Everyone froze in their hearts and nodded in unison.
Meng Yuanzhang curiously asked, "Why can the magic gate make such a low-level mistake? Is Feng Asan more important than the Zongba living Buddha?"
"Of course not." Sun Kun suddenly gave a sudden, heavy tone, and said slowly: "Because there are more powerful characters waiting for us ..."
"Who?" Meng Yuan stunned and asked quickly.
"he--"
Sun Kun pointed forward, and everyone stood in shock. Looking along Sun Kun's finger end, a figure slowly came out of the mountain front. A strange peach-like sword in his hand, with one eye proudly, was actually Song who had not appeared for a long time. leave.
Song Bierli appeared in front of everyone with a sense of destruction, and his smile was like ashes, giving people hopelessness. "You guys, don't come here?"
Hey, hey!
The swords came out of the sheath.
Yan Jue took a step forward and said coldly, "Don't you leave Song, how dare you show up?"
"Oh?" Song bid farewell to Yan Yan with faint hope, sneer: "Ignorant junior, do you think you can use Situ Lingfeng to oppress me? Now he is diligent, I'm afraid you can't count on it ..."
Yan Juezhen came forward with a one-armed sword and said coldly, "I'm disappointed. From the first day I learned the sword, I knew from the bottom that the most reliable thing in the world is the sword in my hand ... I'm very glad , You are not dead, there are not many swordsmen on the list who are worth killing ... "
Song Bierli flashed fiercely in his one-eyed eyes, with a serpent-like cold smile on his mouth: "Well said. Young people should have this kind of ambition. Unfortunately, ambition is not small, but it is a bit impractical."
"Whether it is impractical, depends on whether the sword in Mr. Song's palm is as sharp as ever." Yan Jueyu stood in front of the crowd, separating Song Bieli's line of shooting to the crowd.
Everyone understood, and quickly evacuated from behind them.
But before he took a few steps, the figure in front of him flashed again. Xing Wuwei appeared with his snake stick and blocked everyone's way coldly, sneering: "Little Lama, today you can let the three great masters deal with you together. Even if he dies, he is proud. "
"Amitabha Buddha." Zongba, a living Buddha who has not spoken for a long time, finally opened his eyes and spoke: "The little lama is not high in status and has little influence. Counting it, it should be the security of Ye Shizhu that has caused your fear, the little monk is nothing but Those who have been angry ... "
Zongba said Xing Wuwei in silence.
The monk with a ring sighed with joy and stepped forward to congratulate: "Living Buddha has been ignorant of Zen for a hundred days. Today, I have spoken. Is it already a fruit?"
Everyone looked at each other, Zongba stretched out with a single palm, and the ring quickly fell to his knees. He let Zongba hold the top door and said softly: "A hundred years of meditation has finally yielded some results. Ye Shiu suffered this distress, and this is the way to go Dou ... "
With the flash of the Buddha's light, the monk with the ordinance suddenly turned on, and then the injuries on his body healed with the naked eye.
The crowd was stunned, not thinking that this little monk had such a great skill, when he was amazed, he saw that he pressed his palm on the top door of King Tunliming again, and the same flash of Buddha light, the king Tarumi who had been unconscious slowly woke up, It was no different, and healed as before.
King Li Tuming kneeled at Zongba's feet, performed a five-body worship service, and said loudly, "Zhalidoran thanked the living Buddha for his grace."
With one hand, not only his own people, but also the opposite Xing Wuyou was stunned.
What kind of exercise is this?
It's a miracle.
Could the Buddha manifest himself?
Xing Wuwei shook his head again and again, calmed his mind, and sang in a cold voice, "How can a little lama demon?"
Song Bie Li hummed, although he didn't believe in ghosts and gods, everything in front of him really made his face unnatural.
The opponent's means and strength were beyond his calculations, which really disturbed him.
Sun Kun laughed and laughed: "It's really strange in this world. The Lama of the Buddha's Gate was actually said by the evil spirits of the magic gate to cast the magic trick. Is it possible that the magic gate can't be used by you?"
Zongba slowly twisted the gabala in his hand, and his face was as usual: "The little lama uses the true mentality of Buddhism, but he has read a lot of Buddhism, naturally he has some magical powers ... This donor, I do n’t know how much he made by birth Killing sin, Lingtai is surrounded by karma fire, and the fire is as dark as ink. It ’s better for the little monk to take your eyebrows and make it into a bead and gabala, and recite it in the Buddhist scriptures day and night.
Xing Wuwei listened for a moment, and for a long time did not understand what the other party said.
Sun Kun laughed: "Lao Xing, they say you, Yintang is black, too many sins, and the next life becomes a dog. Lift your skull down and make a bead string. Ask you to agree or disagree!"
Hahaha ...
The heroes burst out laughing.
Xing Wuwei suddenly changed his face and yelled, "Fart, you grandson, you can't die ..."
Song Biechi sneered: "Little lama, it's no good talking, let me see how much real skill you have!"
As soon as the words fell, Song parted his arms and sneered back, while Xing Wuwei pulled out a strange flute from his arms, facing a while playing.
"Be careful of the Red Blood Devil!" Sun Kun sighed loudly, and the people formed a circle and were immediately on alert.
It's a pity that only one who really saw the power of the Red Blood Devil was Sun Kun. Just as the people had just taken precautions, a sudden shock came from the land under Zomba's feet. The two shrouds broke the ground instantly and swept towards Zomba. Come.
what! ?
The monk holding the ring was the closest ~ EbookFREE.me ~, and quickly stepped forward to block it, but the shroud was extremely sensitive, and even avoided the blow of the ring, generally pulled out from the side whip, held the ring in the middle, and He immediately flew out.
Another shroud came to Zongba, but saw a flash of the figure, but it was intercepted by the king of the army, and the whole body became the king's law. The shroud rolled the law on the spot.
Alas, alas, quite alas!
The eyes of King Kunming Liming flashed lightly, the flames of the body lit with a cyan flame, and the blood-stained shroud was burned, and the cyan flame ran down the cloth belt and burned to the ground.
When they saw it, they shouted loudly.
However, although the fire of Qinglian was violent, there was no movement in the ground, and the shroud entangled with the Fa phase was not slack.
Just wondering, Ningdu, the demon, struck from the other side, and everyone rushed to resist.
At the same time, the soil at Zongba's feet was loose, and a large hand slammed out, grasping Zongba's ankle firmly. 8)