Chapter 227 Fall

The demon disciple saw that the bitter Zen master suddenly jumped over, but his face suddenly showed fear, and then jumped back to avoid the impact of the bitter Zen master.

"Hum, I said that I am a disciple of the Demon Sect, and that's all!" Seeing that the disciple of the Demon Sect dodged backwards, the bitter Zen master approached painfully, and his hands were still united, but his mouth was full of irony.

"Old bald donkey, don't force me!" The disciple jumped up and dodged several times, but in any case, he could not shake off the pursuit and persecution of the bitter Zen master. Hearing the bitter Zen master's sarcastic words, an idea suddenly came to the disciple's mind.

"Amitabha. The sea of bitterness is boundless, turn back to the shore, put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha!" The bitter Zen master suddenly read a few Buddhist verses. His voice was extremely loud, but ordinary people listened to them no different from the ordinary monks in the temple. However, at this time, the demon disciple standing in front of the bitter meditation master was originally fierce and cruel. At this time, when he heard the Buddhist verses of the bitter meditation master, his heart was extremely confused, and his mind echoed everywhere. Buddha's � is lingering no matter what.

"Ah... Ah... Ah..." The disciple of the Demon Sect suddenly shouted a few times, holding his head tightly with his hands, and his body was tilted. It seemed to be really painful. Seeing that his companion was instantly forced and painful by the bitter Zen master, he immediately rushed to another demon disciple. The later disciple did not answer to the Ku Zen master, but directly stood beside the demon disciple just now.

"Wu Yongyi, what are you doing? Have you forgotten our mission on this trip?" The later disciple did not pay attention to the bitter Zen master not far away, but directly reached out to slap the demon disciple with his hands on his head, roaring loudly to remind the demon disciple.

The demon disciple holding his head tightly suddenly looked up, with a meaningless look in his eyes. After staring at his companion beside him, he suddenly turned his hands into two magic knives and slashed at the neck position of his companion beside him.

"Wu Yongyi, wake up and don't forget the task of our trip!" The disciple seemed to be completely not afraid of Wu Yongyi's sudden attack. On the contrary, his tone was more resolute and his voice reminded Wu Yongyi louder loudly.

Wu Yongyi's body stagnated and seemed to be thinking about something, but his hands, which had been stretched out into two magic knives, did not stop. He only heard two "poof" sounds and cut from his companion's neck and ribs respectively. At this time, the hands that had turned into two magic knives were extremely sharp, but as soon as they were cut, the companion was directly killed by Wu Yongyi.

"Wu Yongyi!" Seeing that their companions were maimed, they had killed their opponents in just a moment. The two demon disciples standing not far away rushed over and suddenly reached out to point a few acupuncture points behind Wu Yongyi, and then bounced and stood in the distance, carefully observing Wu Yongyi's performance.

After his companion helped him open his back acupuncture points, Wu Yongyi's eyes suddenly returned to normal. Looking at the companion who was killed by him, his face suddenly showed regret, but then turned into anger and roared, regardless of how the other companions were, he flew directly to the bitter Zen master. At the same time, Wu Yongyi's left hand has pressed on the fate gate acupuncture point behind his waist.

"Old bald donkey, I have committed injustice. Today I will let you die without burial. Hahahaha!" Wu Yongyi laughed at the bitter Zen master. Although the sun is extremely bright outside, the sound sounds extremely gloomy and horrible, making people feel like falling into a deep hell.

I heard that Wu Yongyi's gloomy voice was not bad, but the bitter Zen master did not retreat at all. Instead, he took a big step forward towards Wu Yongyi, and his hands were still united. Amitabha. The benefactor doesn't know that there is a cloud in Buddhism. If I don't go to hell, who will go to hell? Just after the voice, the master of Kuchan had stood less than half a step in front of Wu Yongyi, with a very kind and rich look on his face.

Wu Yongyi's face was even more radiant, and suddenly his face showed a pale color. At the same time, bean-sized sweat slipped down his forehead along his cheeks, and a few drops had just fallen and other drops had already emerged. Then the light flashed and suddenly burst from the inside of the body, and the sound rolled into the ears of everyone not far away.

"Master!" The abbot of Huineng, standing not far away, shouted, and his body couldn't help taking a few steps forward. Obviously, he knew that the master Ku Zen master automatically came forward, stopped Han Rui, and left with the belief that he would die, but at this time, the scene of explosion was very shocking and moved people, so that he still couldn't calm down.

A little monk standing next to Huineng hurried over and rushed over before Huineng rushed over, he quickly grabbed Huineng's arm and hurriedly dissuade him. Pulled by the disciples beside him, Hui Neng gradually understood what the master meant. Now you can be silent for the immortals, which must be the greatest merit of the bitter Zen master. Thinking of this, Huineng is also relatively at ease.

The disciples of the Demon Sect and the Immortal Sect standing on both sides saw such a shocking scene. Although they knew that casualties in the struggle between immortals and demons were definitely unavoidable, now they have lost their own side again. How can they keep calm? Suddenly, he rushed forward and fought to the death with the remaining disciples of the Demon Sect.

"Don't go there. The remaining disciples of the Demon Sect are also very strange. If I don't expect them, they will also choose the self-explosive way to die with each other." Leng Yuetian, the deputy head of Qiankun Gate, raised his left hand and stopped those Mozong Dylan, who wanted to rush to fight because of impulse.