Chapter 369

The friar of the ten thousand demons gate was almost suffocated.

Just couldn't help laughing, and in the twinkling of an eye it turned into uncontrollable panic and disbelief.

The monks of the ancient Buddhist temple, like the martial arts in the secular world, waved their fists like ants trying to shake the tree and killed many monks of the ten thousand demon sect.

The friars of the ten thousand demon sect sneered and offered thousands of magic weapons, as if they could see the monks turning into meat and mud.

Just the next moment, the sound of banging kept coming.

An amazing scene appeared. A large piece of magic weapon, regardless of the level, had no effect on the monks of the ancient Buddha Temple. Even when the monks of the ancient Buddha Temple caught it with their backhand, the magic weapon of the ten thousand demon sect friars was crushed.

"Ha ha, a group of devil cubs are so weak that they are fond of boasting. Martial brothers, today we will stop killing and kill the Buddha. If I don't go to hell, who will go to hell!"

More than 100 monks of the ancient Buddhist temple shouted and rushed into the ten thousand demon sect friars.

The friar of ten thousand demon sect panicked and began to fight in disorder.

The monks who came to besiege the ancient Buddhist temple this time are all elite disciples of the ten thousand demon sect. It can be said that they all have skills and their strength is higher than that of the monks of the same level.

Magic cultivation is mostly to cultivate strange magic powers, which are extremely powerful.

For example, as soon as the war began, all kinds of ghosts and refined corpses were sacrificed and refined, and a smell of fishy gas immediately surrounded the nearby area.

On the snow, Zizi's voice sounded. Some white snow was eroded and melted by poisons, and then the bluestones in it appeared.

Blood melting sabre, demon soul bell, powerful demon, ghost claw, all kinds of magic weapons and spells, all around the monks of ancient Buddhist temples in an instant.

If these magic weapons are refined to the depths, they are all famous and can be used as spirit tools. Although the level is still low, their power has initially appeared, which can be said to be very strange.

The magic used is also unusual and powerful. If you can understand the mystery, it's impossible to advance into a divine power in the future.

Demon cultivation is good at killing. Every elite disciple has extraordinary strength, otherwise he would have been killed.

However, all kinds of strange attacks were destroyed by the monks of the ancient Buddhist temple in the most stupid way.

No matter what attack, just wave your fist and palm and kill it directly. Your magic is strange. No matter what your magic weapon is, just one fist and one palm is to resist dozens of monks of the ten thousand devil sect.

The spell hit him, but he heard a noise and had no effect.

Highly toxic and ineffective. Most of the methods of demon cultivation are powerful because of their strangeness, but pure attack is not very powerful. What the monks of ancient Buddhist temple are most afraid of is poison.

The monks of the ancient Buddha only practice one kind of skill, the earth Tibet Sutra, and only sacrifice and refine one kind of magic weapon, the earth Tibet relic.

Needless to say, the complete version of the Tibetan Sutra is also extraordinary in the fairy world. It is one of the nine Sutras of Buddhism and Taoism. It is mysterious and unpredictable.

The dizang relic did not attack at the same time, but brought the power of dizang Sutra to the extreme.

The disciple, that Shirley, has a terrible healing effect. It can also absorb most of the most toxic and negative aspects of the world, and absorb the essence from it.

Ten thousand demons gate, hit the iron plate.

In the tide of vitality, the monks of the ancient Buddhist temple did not use the vitality of heaven and earth to improve their cultivation, but used it to temper their bodies and sacrifice the ground Tibetan relics.

Therefore, cultivation did not increase, but the inside information and strength exceeded a large part.

It turned out that when Wang Chen saw them, the body strength of most of the monks in the ancient Buddhist temple was at the peak of the treasure and the inferior magic weapon. After these decades, the body strength of all the monks reached the level of the middle-class magic weapon, and even some of them spit out reached the level of the best magic weapon.

At the gate of the ancient Buddha Temple, several slightly thin bodies stood slightly.

"Senior brother, hundreds of disciples have made remarkable progress in recent decades. Maybe it won't be long before our ancient Buddhist temple will expand again!" a bald monk is slightly fat. Looking at the brave fighting monks below, he smiles and says, while the master of the ancient Buddhist temple next to him shakes his head.

"Even if the temple is expanding ten times and a hundred times, how can we make it? There are always a few people who can practice the Sutra. Just ensure that the sect inheritance is not lost. For the rest, younger martial brother, you should pay more attention to your practice. Although you are belligerent and practice very fast, you can't understand the mystery of the Sutra. If you go on like this, there will be disaster one day."

"Well, what elder martial brother taught me is."

The bald and fat monk agreed that the earth Sutra is not simple. If you understand the depth, you can naturally understand the mystery, which is the supreme skill. If you understand the depth, you can automatically understand the divine power. Of course, that is part of the immortal method of the earth Sutra.

The monks of ancient Buddhist temples were like tigers entering sheep, waving their fists and killing everywhere.

Boom! Click!

A terrible voice sounded. The friars of the ten thousand demons gate kept spitting blood, and their life magic weapons were destroyed. Isn't it sad? But it's still good. If the monk of the ancient Buddhist temple hits him and tears his body, he's dead.

In this chaotic battle, a demon friar died. Other disciples would not come forward to rescue with kindness. Some just fell into the well and robbed the storage bag.

One of the golden elixir friars died miserably, and the top level of the ten thousand demons gate couldn't hold on. One of them was killed in the dark light.

Just the next moment, the slightly fat monk in the predecessor of the ancient Buddhist temple was furious and said, "there is still a devil cub. If you can't fight the young, you will come to the old. You have the ability to fight with me."

Then he flew over.

The dark devil Xiu opened his mouth and gave out Jie Jie's laughter. He was very cruel: "since you're going to die, don't blame me."

Then a black flag flew out of the ghost fog, and then ghosts flew out of it one by one.

A ghost that only came out of the body was frantically killed under the command of demon Xiu, and the fat monk showed no weakness and welcomed it excitedly.

The ghosts in the out of body period were cultivated one by one by the friars of the ten thousand demon sect, and the cost was countless. I don't know how many friars died in vain.

Of course, it is also extremely powerful.

One by one, ghosts screamed and killed them. Although they had no magic power, they were also amazing when they were fierce and not afraid of death.

Puff, puff!

The chubby monk of the ancient Buddhist temple smashed one palm with one palm. Each palm contains Buddha light. The harm to the ghost is great. Whenever the ghost kills, the chubby monk doesn't stop it, but the ghost in the out of body period can't cause any harm at all. It just forms blood on the body.

This trace of blood did not exist for a long time. A gray relic was hung on the monk's head, and the Buddha light hung down, and the blood on his body disappeared in an instant.

This resilience is the real horror of the earth Sutra.

"Ha ha, devil son, come again!"

The chubby monk beat dozens of ghosts out of the body, shouted and rushed up, and the strong wind above the fist strength hung a whirlwind.

The previously arrogant devil cultivation was arrogant. He drove away quickly in the black light. Many children didn't come out of the crowd.

"Devil cubs, you have the ability to fight with the monk. A group of losers dare to go wild in front of my ancient Buddhist temple. They are tired of living."

As soon as the fat monk's voice fell, a black sword light appeared in the ten thousand demon sect.

The sword light has no sword meaning. It is not the same way as the ancient sword repair. However, as soon as the black sword light comes out, the magic repair around is going back one after another, and a dirty and poisonous smell is spread out.

Even the devil cultivation couldn't stand it. They pushed back one after another. It can be seen how powerful the dirty devil sword is.

With just a gentle sword, the black dirty light scratched a two foot long blood mark on the fat monk.

Boom!

The slightly fat monk fell to the ground with a painful expression on his face. On the wound on his body, the black filthy poison is eroding the wound. Although the relic on his head is suspended on the wound, it can obviously not eliminate the filthy poison, but just prevent them from spreading.

After a blow, the devil Xiu became powerful and ruthless. With a cold hum, the black magic sword continued to kill the fat monk with a sword.

Just at this time, the host of the ancient Buddhist Temple took a gentle step and flew over.

It was a step, but in fact it was in the blink of an eye. It seemed that there were thousands of steps. Although the magic sword was powerful, it was held in the air by the dry and thin hands of the host of the ancient Buddhist temple.

"Benefactor, this magic sword is too resentful. You'd better not use it anymore."

The abbot of the ancient Buddhist temple said, and the Buddha light overflowed from the abbot. He only heard the sound of hiss, and the regretless poison on the magic sword was gradually eliminated.

Da! Da!

A drop of water began to sounded, and the filthy poison on the sword was dropped by the Buddha's light as if it had been dripped onto all the monks.

The slightly fat monk on the ground muttered to himself, "I'm worthy of being the elder martial brother in charge. I'm afraid the only remaining masters in the door are not much higher than their understanding of the local Tibetan scriptures."

"The monks at the gate of the ancient Buddha Temple listen to the order. The ten thousand demon sect attacks and should kill it. We practice Sutra. I don't go to hell. Whoever goes to hell will be regarded as killing Buddha and killing."

The voice of the abbot of the ancient Buddhist temple was very dry and hard, not even inspiring, but it aroused a big wave after saying it. The monks of the ancient Buddhist temple immediately didn't want to die and began to kill wantonly.

"Step back, step back quickly."

The monks of the ten thousand demon sect came quickly and retreated quickly. They left in a hurry, leaving a large number of bodies near the ancient Buddhist temple. The monks of the ancient Buddhist temple also gained a lot this time.

After the battle, the fat monk looked at the bulging storage bags on the disciples' waist and said with a satisfied smile: "elder martial brother, in fact, this is also an opportunity. If the ten thousand demons come more times, we will make a lot of money."

The abbot of the ancient Buddhist temple couldn't help laughing when he heard the speech: "where do you want to go, junior brother? This time it's like this. The ten thousand demons despise the enemy is a big reason. If all the monks appear in the distraction period, who can defeat them? And what if they arrange the array in advance and step by step?"

"This?" the chubby monk was speechless.

"What's more, there are too few monks in our ancient Buddha Temple, which is not suitable for hard resistance. If each monk plays alone, he naturally has an advantage. Even if it's a scuffle, he's not afraid, but if it's a real war, it's hard to say."

"Also, younger martial brother, although you are poisoned, I can't help you get rid of it. What the local Tibetan scriptures stress is to endure all suffering. I don't go to hell. When you can get rid of it by yourself, the local Tibetan scriptures will make great progress."

"Ah! Senior brother, no!"