fifth form

Chapter 307 The Wolf Demon of Nine Spirits Holy Land

"Why are you itching the soles of my feet? If that person steps even a step into the range of the Dragon Subduing Stake, it will be much easier for us to deal with it!"

The flames were burning in the temple, and Zhang Xuezhou, who was hiding next to the corpse, had to stop pretending to be dead, and followed the monks carefully out of the temple.

Najima stared at Zhang Xuezhou, always feeling that Zhang Xuezhou was itching the soles of her feet.

"You must have read it wrong. I lay down on the ground and pretended to be dead. How could I possibly scratch the soles of your feet?" Zhang Xuezhou denied.

"Forget it, forget it," Batuoluo persuaded, "It's not appropriate for the enemy to fight at the moment."

"but I……"

"Najima, you ruined the Buddha's business, it's time for you to help the Buddha!"

Najma was about to say something, but the old monk started to interrupt.

He pointed his gaze at the open space in front of the temple.

In that open space, Buddha's body was constantly moving back and forth like a ghost, and a giant snow-white wolf also kept entangled and killed at an extremely fast speed.

This guardian of the royal family named Jiufeng Yaosheng belongs to the form of wolf demon, possesses powerful strength, and his fighting style is very similar to that of Buddha's child, even better.

Among the figures who were speeding back and forth to dodge, a little bit of red kept flickering along with the figure.

Buddha's ability to fight and kill is extremely strong, and he has never been stained with blood.

If there is blood infecting the body, it must be the Buddha himself who was injured.

Holding the magic bell, the old monk kept urging Najma to help out.

Among the monks, he is good at bewitching and expelling beasts, Bhadhara is good at mid-range locking and throwing, and Najma is good at melee combat.

"Damn it, in the past it was Long Tanpo who assisted Buddha," Najima said unwillingly.

"If you want to drive the ghost chain to lock the enemy, you can also try it," Bhadhara said.

"I don't need that chain that sucks blood," Najma said, shaking her head again and again.

"This chain is quite dangerous!"

Beside the monks, Zhang Xuezhou was holding the ghost chain, and felt that these monks were really evil.

He is also glad that he has suffered a lot, and he will not just think of taking advantage of any magic weapon when he sees it.

Up to now, he has not used mana to drive this magic weapon chain.

"The ghost chain is more focused on locking the genitals. Once you use it to lock people, you will inevitably have to pay a price." The old monk said: "If you pay a little blood to lock the enemy and take their lives, it is still worth it."

"That's what you always said!"

Zhang Xuezhou touched the ghost chain, and let the old monk hint that he couldn't use the magic power to refine it.

He was a little strange before, even if his companion died, if the companion's magic weapon could still be used, most people would use it as a backup.

But the ghost chain seemed insignificant, and was placed in the pile of property by the monks. Zhang Xuezhou felt something was wrong in his heart at that time, and he didn't understand it until now.

"Look, Buddha's son is feeling very uncomfortable now, the blood is flowing to the soles of his feet, we have to go up and help!"

The old monk also wanted to persuade Zhang Xuezhou to use the ghost chain in case of emergencies, which forced Zhang Xuezhou to quickly point his fingers at the fighting Buddha and the royal guardian.

In the clearing, a blood-stained footprint was left on the ground.

The ghostly figure of Buddha is still flexible, but no one knows whether Buddha will fall down in the next moment.

"Najima, hurry up, what are you looking at?"

Zhang Xuezhou then concentrated the artillery fire on Najima who was holding the Jiedao and dared not go forward.

"Najima!"

The old monk spoke heavily.

"It's not that I don't go up to help Buddha, how can I go up to help, I can't see the trace of that wolf demon at all!" Najima said desperately.

"You can only use the golden body bestowed by the Buddha to resist and insert it." Baduluo frowned and said, "See if you can give the Buddha a chance to breathe."

"This wolf demon is indeed very powerful. He probably came from the Holy Land of Nine Spirits." The old monk said, "Only in that holy land can there be a wolf demon with such strength."

"There is also a lot of big monsters in the Holy Land of Xie Luosichuan!"

"The big monsters in Xieluosichuan are good at flying, and they are different from those monsters in Nine Spirits Holy Land!"

The voices of the old monk and Bhatra gradually lowered, while Najma on the side kept chanting mantras.

"It's okay to chop a knife on your body, this kind of technique is really powerful!"

The old monk was shot with an arrow by the military officer and hacked again.

There were still visible arrow wounds and knife wounds on the opponent's body at this time, and blood continued to overflow, but the old monk did not feel any pain when he talked. Zhang Xuezhou couldn't help but marvel at this ability.

"It's just that there is no pain, if the rescue is not timely, you will still die..."

With a grunt, Najima bit the bullet and rushed towards the center of the battle between the Buddha and the wolf demon with the saber in hand.

"Boom! Hiss!"

Heavy blows and the sound of cloth being torn were heard, and among the chasing man and demon, a corpse that had been cut into almost two pieces was also thrown out.

"It can't be saved!"

"He seems to be aware of the flaws of our golden body bestowed by the Buddha. This kind of injury cannot be cured!"

Bhadhara whispered, and another old monk nodded slightly.

"It's your turn" said the old monk.

"I can't lock that wolf demon," Bhadhara replied in a low voice.

"But someone has to rush up." The old monk said: "Najima just created a chance for the Buddha to hit the wolf demon hard, but if it happens again, the wolf demon will definitely not be able to stand it."

"Mokorola, why didn't you go up?"

"I am old and unresponsive!"

"This doesn't require any reaction, and we can't react!"

"I was slashed and shot with an arrow. I'm afraid I would have been killed if I didn't get involved in the battle."

"As long as the wolf demon can waste its means on you, Buddha will definitely seize the opportunity to kill."

"You don't respect the old, no matter what you say, I am also your senior!"

"Senior is not like that!"

"you……"

……

The two monks kept arguing in low voices. When Zhang Xuezhou took a step back quietly, he saw two hands grabbing towards him at the same time.

"Go away!"

The old monk Mokorola breathed out and stretched out his hand to grab Zhang Xuezhou's body, and Bhadhara's arm became thicker instantly, supporting Zhang Xuezhou's body forward.

"Buddha, we are here to help you!"

Batuoluo shouted and pushed Zhang Xuezhou towards the center of the fierce battle.

Najma's end proved the end that one needs to face when intervening in this kind of battle. Whether it is Mokorola or Bhadhara, the end of the two inserted into it is no different from Najma.

The golden body bestowed by the Buddha only relieves them of the pain of being injured, and does not completely resist the damage.

If they were cut into two pieces, they would inevitably die.

If you don't want to die, but you need to help the Buddha, besides encouraging your fellow disciples, they can obviously get local materials.

Batara shouted, and then quickly fell silent.

"Don't be dumbfounded, I can fly!"

His body was pushed into the air, watching the center of the fierce battle between Buddha and the wolf demon, the demon power in Zhang Xuezhou's body circulated rapidly.

The demon power gushes out from the orifice, and pours into the blood vessels and flesh.

In just a second or two, Zhang Xuezhou's arm feathers pierced through.

The feathers, as sharp as iron sheets, even made a slight crisp sound when they spread their wings.

Zhang Xuezhou spread his wings vigorously, and his body has already been lifted nearly [-] meters into the air.

After saying a word, Zhang Xuezhou flew high again.

He opened his mouth and shouted downward when he was nearly 80 meters away from the ground.

"Buddha, Bhadhara has a different heart, and he doesn't want to rescue you at all!"

"Xiao Langjun, you are framing me. I have a long way to learn from the holy day of the Buddha's heart!"

"Then go up and help!"

Zhang Xuezhou shouted.

But if another person is tricked by these two monks, he will be a substitute for the dead.

In this wilderness, Zhang Xuezhou does not expect any axioms, morality, and justice.

But others want to kill him, Zhang Xuezhou is still very happy to fight back if he has the ability.

Right now, he is pushing Bhathara to die, and at this moment, there is even a push from Mokorola who also speaks.

(End of this chapter)