I take the unicorn to the world

Chapter 1605 Die or fight!
Wengchai also used this method of shortening his lifespan once, and it was also the last time he used it in his life. He exchanged ten years of Yangshou for a prosperous life, which can be described as well-intentioned. However, after all, he did not escape the trick of fate. He was seriously injured by the flesh corpse released by Wu Feng, and then he was knocked down by the trick of the masked old man, and even his soul was sucked into the trick of the evil ghost.

This time, Wu Feng was also forced to a dead end, and there were only two ways in front of him, either to die or to fight hard. Wu Feng didn't want to die, mainly because he didn't want to die so uselessly, so he had to fight, let alone Losing a few years of Yangshou, even if it means losing decades of life, is better than dying now, but Wu Feng also knows very well in his heart that even if he loses a few years of Yangshou, spending his true energy and fighting with his life, I guess I can't beat Na Weng Guess the evil spirit released from the evil spirit's move.

It's just that no matter what, I have to do my best to survive, to prevent these three eminent monks from losing their lives, and to prevent this monster from continuing to do evil!
Soon, the masked old man shouted loudly: "The old thieves are bald, and those who stand in the way of the poor have no choice but to die! You are going to persuade the poor road to put down the butcher knife, and this time I also advise you old thugs to be bald. It’s best not to make unnecessary resistance, it’s better to die comfortably, so as not to suffer more flesh and blood!”

After all, when the masked old man shook the evil ghost's trick in his hand, black mist immediately billowed, and the wind gusts of darkness, and then saw the eight or nine ghosts with blank expressions suddenly turned ferocious, their bodies were steaming with evil spirits, and they raised their hands one after another. Picking up the weapon in his hand, he rushed towards the three eminent monks.

The Great Monk Huikong looked solemn, and said to Huiming and Huicong: "Amitabha... two junior brothers, I am afraid that this time there will be more bad luck than good luck, so take care of yourself!"

As soon as the words fell, the great monk Huikong's expression turned serious, his cassock was once again puffed up without wind, his body was filled with true energy, he gave a loud drink, waved the Zen staff in his hand, and rushed towards the ghosts head-on.

The two great monks, Huiming and Huicong, recovered from the shock. The great monk Huiming rubbed his nose hard, and a look of death flashed in his eyes, and he also yelled, Shouted: "If you want to save your family's life, it's not so easy, eat a few of my Zen sticks first!"

Monk Huicong was naturally not far behind. He stood still, but dismantled a string of Buddhist beads in his hand, and threw them towards the fast-running ghosts. There is a kind of majestic air of Buddha Dharma that transcends sentient beings. After being dismantled and thrown into the air by Monk Huicong, it immediately formed a circle, and a golden light radiated from each rosary, faintly "Buddha" ” flashed above each rosary.

But seeing Monk Huicong put his hands together, closed his eyes slightly, and began to read the scriptures, even a faint golden light emanated from his body. At this moment, the world suddenly became peaceful. A sense of warmth rose up, as if it could dispel the fear in people's hearts. This shocked the minds of Huikong and Huiming monks, and they forgot all fears, and the Lingtai was completely clear.

Suddenly, Monk Huicong opened his eyes. These eyes were deep and far away, as if they could see everything, devouring the endless void, and his expression became very solemn.

"break!"

Monk Huicong yelled sharply, but seeing the golden light rising sharply above each rosary, the sound of "swoosh, swish..." could be heard endlessly, and they shot towards the evil spirits and ghosts respectively.

(End of this chapter)