Chapter 192 Buddha's power

While talking, dozens of figures rushed in, and the man's voice was a little familiar. He jumped up from the ground and blocked Chai Qingyun behind him. Yang Yanzhao looked at him and was shocked to see the leader clearly.

The person who came turned out to be Qian Bai.

"Don't cover it up anymore. I didn't expect Lord Yang to be with the Taoist people. No wonder he could break my 50,000 army!"

The words fell, his sleeves were waved, and a sense of evil forced Yang Yanzhao, pushed Chai Qingyun to one side, and hurriedly carried up the energy of his whole body. But in front of this evil spirit, his cultivation seemed to become worthless. He was hit several feet away, and the black cloth covering his face also fell down.

"Ha ha, I haven't seen you for a long time, Lord Yang."

The voice was very cold. At this moment, Qian Bai did not have the elegant style of the previous elders. His eyes stared at Yang Yanzhao angrily, and his murderous spirit was like a sharp sword, straight into his heart.

"Puff!"

A mouthful of blood spit out, and Yang Yanzhao stepped back a few steps unsteadily. Xu Shaoyang quickly put down the flower aunt in his arms and rushed forward to hold him.

A point of steel gun to support his body, only felt the blood surging in his chest. No matter how he expected Qian Bai before, he did not expect that the other party was a hidden master.

"Kill them!"

It seemed that he disdained to take action. Qian Bai stood in the distance with his hands behind his back. Dozens of evil monks behind him suddenly swarmed up, while Xu Shaoyang and Guo Huai looked at each other and got up to meet him.

For a while, the true spirit in the cave was running around, and countless gravel was flying. Although these evil monks were not as good as Xu Shaoyang in their hands, but the other party had their own magic weapons, and they couldn't help it, and even faintly fell behind.

Seeing this situation, Yang Yanzhao couldn't help thinking of Yu Xu in his arms again. He took it out and entered the true qi. However, no matter how he called, Yu Xu seemed to fall into a deep sleep and had no response.

"Sw..."

Chai Qingyun made a few embroidery needles and forced back several evil monks who wanted to attack Yang Yanzhao. He stepped forward and leaned against him, "Liulang, are you all right?"

He shook his head, wiped off the blood stains from the corners of his mouth with the back of his hand, and looked up at the dark red light of many various objects flying. Under the reflection of the blood pool not far away, it seemed to be much more effective than the previous five people in front of Xinghua City.

Under the joint efforts of these dozens of evil monks, Xu Shaoyang and the two injured several people at first, but gradually there was only the power to fight. Seeing the situation, Yang Yanzhao could not hesitate. He stuffed Yuxu into his arms, picked up a steel gun, and rushed forward to the enemy.

An inch long and an inch strong. At this moment, the steel gun played a great role. Those evil monks were focusing on fighting with Xu Shaoyang and Guo Huai. Unexpectedly, they could prevent the sudden appearance of Yang Yanzhao. Therefore, the virtual shadow of the gun flashed, and suddenly, two or three evil monks spit blood and flew out.

"Damn!"

Seeing that Yang Yanzhao killed several people in a row, Qian Bai beside him couldn't stand up. He shook his sleeves, and the powerful momentum spread like a tide, locking Yang Yanzhao straight. Xu Shaoyang and others were all affected by this momentum. They couldn't help slowing down and eating two fists and feet of the evil monk.

Yang Yanzhao, who was locked by Qian Bai's momentum, suddenly hit his heart like a heavy hammer. His eyes were black, and a big mouthful of blood was immediately sprayed out, and his body was like a broken paper kite, flying straight back and hitting the stone wall of the cave.

"Rokuro!"

Chai Qingyun was about to rush over to find out what was going on, but this exclamation aroused Qian Bai's dissatisfaction, and a real anger made her unable to move at all.

"Such a beautiful little lady took advantage of him. Today, I want the life of Yang, and you can give it to those annoying guys of the Hehuan School!"

After saying that, he opened his five fingers, grabbed a red air mass in the void, and rushed straight to Yang Yanzhao.

"Little brother!"

"Brother Yanzhao!"

When it was about to hit, it was a sudden vision. A faint green shrouded it, and although Qian Bai's move scattered the green light, it did not hurt Yang Yanzhao under the green light.

spitting blood, Yang Yanzhao got up from the ground and took out the jade virtual with faint light from his arms. Seeing that there were blood stains on it, he couldn't help smiling bitterly and said, "I'm not powerful even if it's stained with my blood. I'm dying!"

But Yuxu could not understand his words. Soon, even the faint green light disappeared and returned to his previous sleeping appearance again.

"Mom, it seems that I'm going to be here today."

Angrily, he stuffed the disobedient Yuxu into his arms. He stood firm and shook his body and wiped off the blood on his mouth. Yang Yanzhao pointed diagonally and showed a disdainful smile at Qian Bai.

Seeing his expression, Qian Bai smiled angrily, "I almost forgot that you still have a treasure in your hand. No wonder you are so arrogant. However, it is also that you have gone far away. Today, it happens to be the day of the birth of the sacred objects of this sect. I will show you what is the treasure of heaven and earth!"

With that, a trace of sharp color flashed in his eyes, and his figure shook. He blinked his eyes to another place. He grabbed the girl who woke up in a coma and put it straight in his open mouth.

Then the thin old monk who attacked Xu Shaoyang withdrew from the battle, stood behind Qian Bai, and began to recite spells.

After an obscure spell, the old monk sacrificed his half-foot-sized Zen stick and went straight to the heart of the flower aunt.

"Huagu!"

At this moment, a figure jumped up and pushed the unmoving flower girl into the blood pool, and the Zen stick was inserted on her back.

"Damn it!"

Qian Bai roared, but as the blood of Fu Feng flowed down his mouth, the taboo in the pool was also activated.

"The leader of teaching and relieting anger, the Fufeng envoy of this flower school is also a virgin, and it is also feasible for the role of the golden ring of Fumo."

As he spoke, his body shook, and a strange red light came out of its mouth. Soon, a ring like burning bright red blood was spit out.

Feeling the breath of the magic golden ring, Qian Bai couldn't help laughing, flew forward and put it into his hand. After being happy, he then looked sideways at Yang Yanzhao, "This will open your eyes!"

After saying that, the golden ring of Fumo was sacrificed, with a strong evil spirit, and flew towards Yang Yanzhao.

He tried his best to stimulate Yuxu in his arms, but since he blocked the blow just now, he didn't react at all. His body could no longer move. His forehead and sweat had fallen, and there were those familiar exclamation in his ear. Yang Yanzhao couldn't help giving up struggling.

"Amitabha, Taoist friend, this is the matter of my Buddhism, let the old man come."

The gentle voice remembered out of thin air. Then, Yang Yanzhao was moved a few feet to one side by the soft force, and later felt that there was a movement in the jade virtual in his arms.

"The Buddha's voice came to life in order to save all sentient beings. You are the Buddha sitting on the green lotus. How can you be afraid of turbid things?"

Under the voice, the sound of the Buddhist scriptures recitation sounded. In an instant, a huge spirit of the Buddha's Prajna poured into the cave, and the evil monks who were quarreling with Xu Shaoyang and Guo Huai vomited blood and flew out one after another.

And the jade virtual was shrouded in countless Sanskrit, and the light rose sharply, facing the Fumo gold ring. After a dazzling light, only countless sad sounds were heard. The Fumo gold ring fell to the ground, and the stone statue in the blood pool was even more fragmented.

"It's impossible, it's impossible!"

Qian Bai, who spit out a mouthful of blood, lost his mind and shouted loudly. At this time, the old monk, dressed in a brown linen robe and kind-looking, came in. Behind him, he was an old man with a white shirt and white hair carrying an ancient sword on his back.

"Uncle and ancestor!"

Seeing this person, Xu Shaoyang and Guo Huai couldn't help shouting. When the latter heard the words, they nodded to the two, and then reached out and grabbed Yuxu, who was still hovering in the air. "You guy, you were timid and afraid of things at first, but now you are eating very happy!"

He whispered, and then stepped forward and poured a stream of true qi into Yang Yanzhao's body, who was about to lose consciousness. "The boy with great luck, you are also a big fortune. Yuan Fu said that Yu Xu gave it to you, which is also a good choice."

On the other side, the old monk looked at Qian Bai, who had lost his mind, and sighed, "The sea of suffering is endless. Looking back is the shore. Really, you have been full of sins in your life. Do you still go back to the mountain gate with the old man to practice bitter meditation to repent to the Buddha."

"Haha, repent? Why should I repent? Shikong, what right do you have to say this!

I'm not convinced. At the beginning, when I was at the mountain gate, you old guys were proud of being empty. Now how can I compare with him?

Isn't it much better than just being able to talk nonsense!"

Seeing that he had shown his madness, Shi Kong couldn't help sighing, "Amitabha, since he has become a demon, he should treat it with Buddha."

After saying that, the Buddha's words rose again, and the huge breath of Buddhism filled the cave again. The money that was still laughing wildly made a tragic cry of pain under the packages of countless golden Buddhist Sanskrit seals.

When Shikong said another sentence of Amitabha Buddha, the cave recovered as usual, but the evil monks of Vajra Zen all disappeared out of thin air, leaving only a dust in place.