The leader of the mountain ghost stared for a sharp eye, and his fierce flames were fierce, and he said angrily: "Old monk, if you dare to lie to me, there must be a living person hidden in this palace..."

"Amitabha, you can't commit murder again!" The old monk stood up in fear. The leader of the mountain ghost had already picked up the collapsed incense burner next to him, and threw it into the small hall with his hand.

Boom!

The incense burner directly smashed into the small hall, and the hall gate and the main wall coefficient collapsed. At the same time, the roof of the hall also collapsed, and immediately exposed the Bodhisattva statue in the Buddha's niche, and also revealed Wu Song and Zhuo Fei on the Buddha's desk.

As for Wu Dalang, he had already "run away with his head in his arms" and ran outward.

"Red monks must not blaspheme the Bodhisattva--" The old monk opened his arms and stopped the leader of the mountain ghost.

"Get out!"

Bang!

The mountain ghost stepped down and stepped on the old monk into the ground.

"Human flesh, human flesh--"

The leader of the mountain ghost looked at Wu Song and Zhuo Fei and knocked on his chest excitedly, roaring: "Wu Song? It turned out to be him? Hahaha, this human master, after I ate him, his injuries will not only recover, but also his strength will also be greatly improved... The Red Monk thanked the Bodhisattva!"

After saying that, the leader of the mountain ghost reached out and grabbed Wu Song.

Damn it!

At the critical moment, Zhuo Fei rushed to Wu Song and stabbed the "fish intestine sword" in his hand at the outgoing ghost hand!

Snap!

A crisp sound.

Zhuo Fei's "Fish Intestine Sword" was not tilted or oblique and was inserted into the mountain ghost's nails.

roar--

The severe pain came, and the mountain ghost suddenly shrank his hand, screaming in pain.

The mountain ghost was seriously injured and his movements became slower. Seeing Zhuo Fei stabbed a dagger, he could not dodge and asked him to insert the entire dagger into it.

The pain is not something that ordinary people can tolerate.

The same is true for ghosts.

Zhuo Fei grinned even when he saw the pain of inserting his fingernails...

But he would not apologize for this. Seeing the dagger shrink back together with the ghost hand, Zhuo Fei had to take off his bag and swing the Buddha's head.

However, before this, he did not forget to take out the string of "top bone rosary beads" and hang it around his neck, so as not to be careful and throw it out.

"I chew you, I chew you!"

The leader of the mountain ghost actually cried out in pain. He took the pain and pulled out the dagger from his nails with his teeth, and spit it out into a distance. The remaining ghost hand clenched into a fist and smashed it towards Zhuo Fei.

Ped, Ped, Ped!

The leader of the mountain ghost was taking heavy steps, and every step was put on the Buddha's heart, making him unable to help but run away in panic at any time.

But Wu Song is behind him. If he leaves, Wu Song will die!

Just as his mind was trembling and he was struggling between escaping or not, he glanced at the corner of his eyes and suddenly calmed him down completely.

Go to death—

The leader of the mountain ghost was about to break his eyes. As soon as it took its last step, a ball of tangled tree roots suddenly emerged from the ground, wrapping its ghost feet firmly.

The anger in his eyes turned into surprise. The running leader of the mountain ghost immediately lost his center of gravity. With a loud bang, he fell heavily in front of Zhuo Fei. His fist was stretched forward and smashed a big hole in front of Zhuo Fei's feet, not far from his forearm.

Zhuo Fei was shocked and jumped up, and Wu Song on the Buddhist table was shocked and fell.

What?

The leader of the mountain ghost saw the tree roots entangled on his feet, and couldn't help but his eyes were about to break, and he cursed: "Old bald donkey, seeking death--"

Bang!

Before he finished speaking, Zhuo Fei took a step forward after landing, swung the "Buddha head" with all his strength, and smashed it hard at the broken corner of the leader of the mountain ghost!

Buzz —

The leader of the mountain ghost was spinning.

Before he could get up, another large group of tree roots tightly wrapped around its arms and body...

"Do you think this will trap me? Oh——" the leader of the mountain ghost shouted and the tree roots on his body kept breaking.

...

【Name: Red Monk】

【Category: Mountain Ghost】

【Attributes: Strength 16, Agility 7, Root Bone 13, Intelligence 6】

【Skill: Brutal Power 5, Throw 3】

【Powerful Power: Shock】

...

【Power 16】!

Has a name - Elite Monster!?

Pang!

Zhuo Fei smashed it down again, and the broken corner of the mountain ghost Red Monk barely collapsed a little.

The horns were broken, and there was a deep fault wound, and the bone layer was much weaker than other places. Unfortunately, the Buddha's head was too dull and could not expand the injury.

Bang, bang bang...

The roots of the tree are broken, and the figure of an old monk appears under the big tree. He keeps chanting the Buddha's name, and his magic power is constantly consumed. A large number of roots are generated, constantly replacing the broken roots.

But this persistence will undoubtedly last...

At this moment, a loud shout from the field in the distance: "So—"

A black light came, and Zhuo Fei copied it in his hand, but it was the "fish intestine sword" that was spitted by the red monk.

"Thank you!"

Zhuo Fei laughed loudly, with one hand "Fish Intestine Sword" and the other hand "Buddha Head", he used the sword as a chisel, inserted it into the wound of the broken corner, swung the Buddha head and smashed it down violently.

Bang, sir—

The ghost energy leaks out!

ah!!!--

The Red Monk Mountain Ghost finally screamed and tasted the smell of death. A large stream of blood immediately gushed out.

"Master, save me!" The mountain ghost red monk shouted at the old monk.

Bang, bang!

"Ah, save me, save me... I know I'm wrong, I'm willing to convert to my Buddha..." The mountain ghost Red Monk begged for mercy. The old monk was unmoved, but he couldn't bear to see his disciples scattered, chanting scriptures, and turning his body.

Bang, bang! bang!

Three consecutive tones...

Scream—Peng!

Finally, the mountain ghost red monk exploded into ashes in a loud bang...

"Namo Amitabha!"

The old monk yelled the Buddha's name and sat on the ground with compassion, with two lines of hot tears flowing in his eyes unconsciously.

"Does the master regret that his disciple's soul is scattered?" Zhuo Fei walked slowly in the ashes.

"No." The old monk smiled kindly, "This evil beast finally surrendered to the law. The old monk cried for the hundred passers-by who were tragically poisoned. If he had already had the power to subdue demons, how could he destroy these unjust souls? Thanks to Tan Yue again for eliminating evil, the old monk had already fulfilled his wish, so he went to the West, Buddha Tathagata to apologize...Namo Amitabha."

The old monk folded his hands together, bowed slightly, and then white light shone on his body, slowly dissipating.

In the misty, the old monk's last word came from the air--

"Donor, if the string of Buddhist beads on your chest can be purified by the Dharma, you should have infinite supernatural powers. Remember, remember!"

All the voices disappeared, and they were gone.

Purification? Buddhist beads?

Zhuo Fei pinched the cold rosary beads on his neck, looked at the gray luster, and grimaced from time to time, and sighed slightly in his heart, would he really want me to become a monk?

bite!

"500 wishes".

【Wishes: 620】

Crazy...

Copper coins are sprinkled all over the floor.
To be continued...