I take the unicorn to the world

Chapter 1611

Monk Huikong tore out the beads in his neck, broke the string connecting the beads, and shouted a Buddhist name loudly, confining the power of recitation in the beads. His whole body was shaken, and the beads scattered in all directions. One by one, they shot towards the evil spirits that surrounded the two of them.

These Buddhist beads were hung on the chest of the monk Huikong all day long, eating fast and reciting Buddha's name every day, and feeling the sound of the Buddha. They already had some mana power, but they couldn't compare with the prayer beads of the monk Huicong. With a series of screams, those murderous souls were thrown out by the Buddhist beads, and their figures were erratic for a while, but they turned over and stood up quickly.

Monk Huikong grabbed Huicong and hurriedly said: "Junior Huicong, let's go hide with nephew Zen Xin first, if we continue to fight like this, it will only take a cup of tea at most, we will definitely die!"

Monk Huicong looked worriedly at the place where Wu Feng was fighting with the masked old man, only to see a white shadow and a blue-gray figure wrestling together, fighting very well, around them, from time to time There will be a big tree cut off in the middle, and then crashed down. In this case, it is obvious that both people have exerted their full strength, and if they are a little careless, no matter which side is in danger of death.

Soon, Monk Huicong felt his body tense, and was pulled by the Great Monk Huikong, and ran towards Zen Xin. In the blink of an eye, he ran to Chan Xin's side. Chan Xin was still sitting with his eyes closed, silently chanting The arrival of Wen, Huikong and Huiming cannot distract this little monk. At this moment, the Zen mind has settled down. In his world, there is only the sound of Buddha, and he also turns into a Buddha to save all living beings. What appeared on his young and immature face was a look of compassion, and the world around him had nothing to do with him.

Afterwards, those vicious souls that had been ejected by the Buddhist beads turned around and jumped up one by one, and rushed towards the little monk with Zen heart, and they were about to step into the barrier set up by the little monk with magic power. At this time, But seeing the masked old man faltering for a while, he shot three sword talismans at Wu Feng one after another, pushed Wu Feng away, jumped onto a big tree, and danced with the evil ghost trick in his hand. But seeing the black mist billowing, those vicious souls all stopped in their tracks, turned around in unison at a place four or five feet away from the little Zen monk, adjusted their direction, and turned towards Wu Feng together. ran over.

"It's true that talented people come out from generation to generation, and the waves behind the Yangtze River drive the waves ahead. Why are all the young people who are out of the world today? Could it be that the poor are old?" Having said this, he couldn't help sighing, and said: "The poor and the poor are old." I was mistaken, that young monk is a formidable character, anyway, since I can’t kill those monks, it’s not a loss if Pindao kills this young man in front of me!”

As the masked old man said, he continued to wave the evil ghost tricks in his hands a few times, and those fierce spirits came quickly, surrounding Wu Feng under the big tree where the masked old man was.

Monk Huikong coughed several times, spat out a mouthful of blood foam, and gasped, "Amitabha... this old Taoist is too vicious. We can't resist such an evil magical weapon like the evil ghost's recruiting. The poor monk is dead. It's not a pity, but I can't end the life of this old man, I don't know how many heroes in the world have been killed by his evil tricks..."

(End of this chapter)