Chapter 407

"Master Sanzang, come and save me!"

Murong Jian ran away and asked the bald man for help.

The bald man smiled and showed mercy on his face. At the moment when he was wrong with Murong Jian, he pointed to the sky with one hand and the strong man in the later stage of the martial Saint chasing Murong Jian with the other hand, and shouted: "silence!"

Then a strange scene happened.

The martial Saint pointed to by him gave a shrill scream, but his body shrank in an incredible way.

Just a few breath Kung Fu, from a big living man to a corpse.

Finally, it exploded with a bang, leaving no residue all over.

"What!"

Wu Sheng, who came after him, saw this scene. They all shrunk their eyes and gushed thick fear in their eyes.

Even with their eyesight, they didn't see how the eight star wusheng died.

But they know that the bald monks in front of them are not good.

"Amitabha!"

The baldheaded youth stood in the void, chanted the Buddha's name gently, had compassion in his mouth, but his eyes twinkled with cold killing intention.

What makes people even more surprised is.

More than 100 people behind the bald young man are all monks.

Although the accomplishments of these people are at the level of Emperor Wu, they give them a faint sense of crisis.

During the meeting, three nine star wusheng stood out and stared at the bald youth coldly, "monk, it's none of your business here. Get out of the way quickly, otherwise, don't blame us for being ruthless!"

"Your benefactors are so angry. In that case, let the little monk and his prison Buddha brigade play with you."

The bald youth smiled, as if he did not put the heroes in front of him in his heart. His tone was full of arrogance.

"Die!"

The three nine star wusheng's eyes were cold and sneered, but they shot at the same time.

They can see that the cultivation of the bald youth is also at the level of the nine star martial saint.

Even if the opponent's skill is weird, they still have a good chance of winning when they play three.

They expected very well.

But the results were far from what they expected.

In less than ten rounds, the three were completely suppressed by the bald youth.

Not only that.

From the beginning to the end, the baldheaded youth was smiling and relaxed. It seemed that it was not three nine star martial saints, but three cats and dogs who fought with him.

This feeling made the three NINE-STAR martial saints tremble.

They didn't expect such a strong man in the enemy line!

For a time, the three had a retreat in their hearts.

"That's all you can do? It's too boring. Let the prison Buddha brigade of the little monk play with you."

While talking, the bald young man shook back the three with a palm. When his body fluttered, he flashed directly in front of the three. This arrogant and domineering attitude was more difficult for them to accept than defeating the three.

When the three looked gloomy, they drank violently and wanted to stop the bald youth.

But just then.

Behind them came bursts of Brahman singing, and a force emitting the smell of killing blood came from behind them.

A wordless chill came from the back of the three people to the forehead.

They ignored the pursuit of the bald youth. They turned around together, but they saw that under the Buddhist voice, there was an empty shadow of the Golden Buddha. The empty shadow of the Buddha sent out not the orthodox compassion of Buddhism, but a bloody and murderous atmosphere.

The evil spirit was so strong that even the three nine star martial saints changed their faces.

At the same time.

The bald youth rushed to the place where the greedy wolf warship was located. On the way, anyone who tried to intercept the bald youth was easily beaten or killed by him.

"What a strange monk!"

On the greedy wolf warship, Zhao Fang saw this scene and his eyes narrowed slightly.

He glanced at his side and sighed in his heart, "there are still too few top combat forces."

Zhao Yun broke into the array alone. The few people left behind are not as powerful as Zhao Fang.

"Unfortunately, if the knife slave is here, I don't have to be so embarrassed. In the final analysis, there are still not enough hands!"

Zhao Fang shook his head.

He could see that the monk was not a simple man.

An ordinary nine star martial saint can't help him at all.

"Xiao Jiu, come out and exercise your muscles and bones."

Zhao Fang drank softly, and a dazzling golden light shot out of his storage ring. In front of Zhao Fang, nine lions appeared.

When the nine lions appeared, they roared with excitement.

It can be seen that it prefers the outside air to stay in the boring. Pet. Object space.

Zhao Fang touched the heads of the nine lions and pointed to the bald youth not far away, "beat him down and catch him."

"Roar!"

The nine lions roared, as if in response to Zhao Fang.

"Huh? What's that?"

The appearance of the nine lions quickly attracted the attention of the bald youth. He stared at the nine lions for a moment, and suddenly his eyes burst out.

"Protect the religious beast! This beast is destined to be my Buddha. I didn't expect to meet him here."

The bald youth was overjoyed and looked at the nine lions with thick fire and heat.

It's like looking at love. People's eyes!

"Ha ha, this beast, I want Sanzang!"

In great joy, the bald youth ran straight to the nine lions.

"Go."

On the other side, Zhao Fang patted nine lions on the head and said with a light smile.

The nine lions roared and turned into a golden light, but they rushed towards the bald youth at a high speed.

Soon, one man and one beast fought in one place.

Zhao Fang just watched for a moment and then took back his eyes.

The baldheaded youth is really strong. With all his strength, he has reached the top of the mountain. He is not far from the demigod.

But this alone cannot compete with the nine lions.

The nine lions themselves are the level of the demigod. With the nine talents, even if they are really strong against the upper demigod, they will not be inferior to half, not to mention this kind of top. Peak wusheng.

however.

The skill of the bald youth is very special and powerful. With the power of the skill, he can barely deal with nine lions.

But the nine lions are not good at it. It is only a matter of time before the bald youth lose.

At the critical moment, the bald youth burst a lotus flower and shouted, "prison Buddha brigade, come and help me quickly!"

instantaneous.

The prison Buddha brigade, which was struggling with three nine star martial saints, was suddenly crazy. Shengsheng forced the three people back and quickly approached the bald youth.

"I'll see what flowers you can play."

Zhao Fanggang's eyes fell on the bald youth again.

As the prison Buddha brigade approached, the bald youth was full of Buddha meaning and integrated with the virtual image of the Buddha sent by the prison Buddha brigade.

Just listening to the "boom", the virtual shadow of the Buddha statue, which has been closed all the time, slowly opened his eyes. In his eyes, there was no compassion at all, but endless anger and killing.

At the same time.

In Zhao Fang's perception, the smell of the bald youth disappeared and seemed to be integrated with the prison Buddha.

"Today, the prison Buddha Sanzang is going to take you away!"