I take the unicorn to the world

Chapter 1872

Seeing this bloody scene, all the eminent monks couldn't help gasping in shock, even the little Zen monk who had always been taciturn and indifferent to emotions and anger frowned, and there was a gleam in his eyes. A wave of anger.

At this moment, no one knows why there are so many wild beasts besieging Dakong Temple suddenly, but everyone knows in their hearts that if this matter continues to develop, the Dakong Temple will be destroyed today. So many wild beasts, Biting the monks in the temple like crazy, there are countless beasts, and they are still pouring into the temple, but there are only dozens of monks in Dakong Temple, and they will soon be overwhelmed by the wild beasts .

"Amitabha... Brothers, it seems that we have to kill today..." Master Huikong said with a trembling voice.

At this moment, the Great Monk Huiming had already rushed into the main hall, took out the magic tools of several masters, and threw them into their hands. He rushed into the herd of beasts, waved the Zen stick in his hand into a whirlwind, and in an instant, he entered the herd of sheep like a tiger. After meeting each other, he sent seven or eight hungry wolves flying out, screaming and wailing incessantly .

Soon, two masters, Hui Kong and Huicong, also joined the battle group. The Great Monk Hui Kong also used a Zen stick to subdue demons. He waved it no less than Master Huiming. On the forehead, what directly hit the tiger was brains gushing out, blood splattered everywhere, and he fell to the ground and died of exhaustion.

And that Master Huicong, who did not know where he brought a gleaming Jie Dao, also rushed into the herd of beasts, and in the blink of an eye, he also reaped the lives of many wild beasts.

As for the Zen-minded little monk, he sat cross-legged in front of the main hall, with a compassionate expression on his face, and whispered the Buddhist scriptures again. A breeze blew over his monk's robe, rolling it up slightly, as if the bloody The cruel picture has nothing to do with him.

Even though the Zen-minded little monk just sat cross-legged and recited sutras, none of the beasts dared to approach him. Some huge beasts wanted to approach him, but when they were three to five feet away, they seemed to be frightened and backed away. Dodged far away.

And with the sound of his chanting, the crazy attack of those wild beasts also slowed down, and they all looked in the direction of the little Zen monk with panic and confusion on their faces.

"Roar……"

A majestic and desolate voice similar to the roar of a tiger resounded from nowhere, like an order or a threat, reverberating over the entire Dakong Temple, even the big bell hanging in front of the Dakong Temple It also hummed for a while, and made a dull sound of "dang dang".

After this muffled roar, the confusion and panic in the eyes of the group of beasts disappeared in an instant, and a cold light appeared again, and they frantically rushed towards the group of monks in Dakong Temple, as if they had encountered something that made them feel angry. An extremely angry enemy is like an enemy who doesn't care about his own life at all. Even though some wild beasts were severely injured by the monks of Dakong Temple and couldn't get up, they still moved their bodies and moved towards them viciously. The appearance of endless death.

Accompanied by this muffled roar, the little Zen monk frowned, the voice of chanting paused, and his face turned pale.

(End of this chapter)