Poor monk does not understand love

Chapter 40 Vulnerable

"Crack!"

Unable to resist the force, the mahogany sword in Jia Daochang's hand shattered under the violent torque, exploding a dark green brilliance.

"What?" Jia Daochang stared, no longer caring about the mahogany sword, and more intense horror filled his staring eyes.

When the gust of wind suddenly picked up, a large void around Wang Mu's body was illuminated, filled with colors, like a fairyland in a dream.

"Boom!"

Wang Mu's other hand slapped out, and a large thick colored mist hit Jia Daochang.

Jia Daochang gasped, the previous anger was instantly frightened away, and he didn't dare to be careless, his figure flew backwards, and at the same time, he stepped out with his feet facing the colorful light mist in front of him.

Two kinds of light mist, green and colored, exploded, and Jia Daochang flew out parallel to the ground, while Wang Mu remained motionless, only the broken hair fluttering in front of his forehead, and his face was as calm as ever, like an angry Buddha statue.

"Boom!" Jia Daochang bumped into the big tree behind the table, the lush tree trembled violently, and with the sound of swishing, green leaves fell all over the sky.

"Puchi!" After landing, Daoist Jia spat out a mouthful of blood, and looked up at Wang Mu again, with panic in his eyes.

"Oh, it turns out to be a master." Suppressing the uneasiness in his heart, Daoist Jia smiled slyly again. After all, it is a bloody revenge, and he must avenge his brother!

"No, no, no," Wang Mu took a breath, and said calmly, "I'm not a master, but you're too weak."

"Awesome! You're still playing low-key after all this? There's nothing to say about this character!" Wang Erxiao, who was hiding behind Yu Xin, grabbed Yu Xin's shoulder, looked at Wang Mu and sighed.

"Oh, keep your voice down, be careful that monster is coming to you! Also, take your hand away!" Yu Xin turned her head and scolded impatiently. She just showed that she was not afraid of anything, but now she was hiding behind the girl. How can there be such a shameless person?
At this time, Daoist Jia stood up, with a maniacal and sinister smile on his face, and then he closed his eyes.

"In the name of hell, call all the spirits of the underworld!" With both hands pinched out the seal, Jia Daochang began to mutter.

The wind is bigger.

All the talisman papers placed on the bloody table in front of them flew up and flew up all over the sky with a clatter. Every piece of talisman paper seemed to be alive, suspended in the air very regularly.

"Roar... ouch..."

The sound of howling ghosts and wolves came, and black air rose from the yellow talisman paper all over the sky, followed by black air rising from the dark ground.

The rolling black air, like a black cloud, instantly condensed into black skull shapes, surging towards the talisman paper in the sky.

"My God..." Yu Xin and Wang Erxiao who were hiding in the corner were amazed.

Soon, the sight was blocked by countless condensed figures of turbid black air, among which were talisman papers glowing with faint green brilliance.

Amidst the whistling wind and howling ghosts one after another, all the talisman papers began to spin and condense, black air surging in them.

Finally, a huge figure emerged, several meters high, like a mountain. Its whole body was wrapped in yellow talisman paper, and there was indeed a sinister black air inside.

"attack!"

Everything was completed in a very short time, Jia Daochang opened his eyes, fixed on Wang Mu with a vicious gaze, and shouted in a low voice.

"Roar... boom!"

As if being summoned, the huge figure lifted its feet and fell to the ground, then the mountain-like figure rose from the ground, turned over in the air, and smashed its huge fist at Wang Mu.

The powerful force caused the earth to crack directly, revealing countless cracks.

The wind is jittery.Under the strong wind pressure, Wang Mu's black clothes trembled.

However, his face was still cold and indifferent.

"King Kong's angry eyes." Wang Mu murmured in a low voice when the huge fist hit, and the next second, the calm eyes suddenly burst into a rage.

The torch-like colored light erupted from the fundus of the eyes, as if it was real, and in the darkness behind it, with a bang, a tall figure burst out.

The colorful figure, although somewhat blurred, fully displayed the majesty of the Buddhist Vajra. His eyes were like copper bells, his shape was like a mountain, and his face was full of rage and majesty, which had the potential to tear apart the world.

"Buddhist Vajra's glaring eyes?" Staring at the towering figure behind Wang Mu, Jia Daochang's expression turned dark, and he gasped.

"Boom!"

In an instant, the fists of the two figures clashed together.Amidst the ear-shattering sound, the figure wrapped in the talisman paper suddenly dispersed, and all the talisman papers burned automatically, turning into nothing, while countless ghosts among them screamed miserably and flew in all directions.

The desolate darkness turned into a hell, and clusters of black air and demons rushed around like dancing. The extreme gloom made people's souls tremble, and each of the high-pitched and sharp roars was filled with overwhelming resentment.

"Buddha's light shines everywhere." Looking at the ghosts summoned from the sky, Wang Mu murmured softly. The next second, the colorful diamond shape that was slowly spreading behind him trembled again, and the diffuse colored light mist suddenly condensed , a bulky * character is formed behind it.

The darkness is illuminated, the colors are everywhere, all the ghosts are drowned, and even the voice of the ghost screams becomes weak, as if faintly coming from another world.

Yuxin, Wang Erxiao and Jia Daochang looked at this colorful world and felt the spiritual power in the colorful brilliance, all dumbfounded, immersed in it and unable to extricate themselves.

After a few more seconds, the ghosts crashing all over the sky calmed down, and slowly sank into the earth, while the colorful light in the sky gradually dissipated.

The scene returned to silence and darkness.

"Hey, it's my turn." His eyes slowly moved to Daoist Jia, and Wang Mu rushed out on his own initiative.

The sound of the wind picked up, and a series of afterimages burst out.

"Bang... poof!"

Leaping over the desk like lightning, Wang Mu landed a palm on Professor Jia's chest.

Professor Jia was blown away again, spurting out blood donations, his figure collided with the big tree, and the leaves fell all over the sky again.

"Cough, cough, cough..." After coughing violently for a while, Daoist Jia supported the big tree and stood up. His face was already pale, and it was obvious that he was seriously injured.

"How could this be?" He lowered his head and murmured in great doubt, "How could you have such a cultivation level. I have practiced at the Gate of Hell for many years, but..."

Having said that, his weak eyes suddenly lit up, his face showed ferocity again, and he immediately raised his head and let out a maddened roar.

"Blood fiend... Prisoner Longsuo! Pfft..."

Fighting hard, under shame and hatred, Jia Daochang used all his strength.

He saw a streak of dark green blood in the air, which was his painstaking efforts, and at the same time, the red rope on the table soared into the sky.

"Roar..." The roar of the mad dragon came, and the gloom of the whole scene was swept away, replaced by an extremely violent atmosphere.

The wrist-thick red rope changed, and the whole body glowed with blood and black air. Then, the whole red rope transformed into a bloody mad dragon.

The blood-colored, black-eyed mad dragon meandered in the air, and immediately rushed towards Wang Mu.

"Crack..." With his feet on the ground, Wang Mu retreated tens of meters in an instant, then stood still, staring at the wild dragon with a cold light in his eyes.

The void began to turbulent, and Wang Mu's right hand drooped like a knife, and the colorful spiritual power jumped like boiling water. After a moment, his palm was completely wrapped in colorful light, like a sharp sword, with * characters flashing on the palm.

"Surrender to death, wicked barrier!"

"Bang... hiss!"

With an icy voice, Wang Mu rushed out, the hand knife cut into Kuanglong's head, cut off from the tail in an instant, and finally pierced through Jia Daochang's chest.

The mad dragon let out a mournful cry and scattered away. The red rope had broken and fell slowly. A deep scratch appeared on the big tree behind Jia Daochang.

Everything was calm again.

Looking at Wang Mu who was close at hand, Daoist Jia felt the passing of life, he ignored the blood surging in his chest, and asked struggling: "You, what cultivation level are you?"

"Buddhist, eighth level." Wang Mu responded softly.

Jia Daochang stared in astonishment, and then all his vitality dissipated in the shock, and he fell down with a bang.

The blood was still surging, but the mark of the gate of hell on Jia Daochang’s chest lit up, and the dark green flames in the mountain shape seemed to be burning, and the black skull twisted as if alive, and then, Jia Daochang’s body A ray of soul floated above, and was sucked in by this mark.

The disciples of the gate of hell, after death, their souls will be handled by the high-level officials of the gate of hell, and there is no need to enter the underworld.

"Is it over?" Wang Erxiao whispered behind the wall not far away.

"It seems to be." Yu Xin also turned pale and murmured in response.

"Is that guy dead?" Wang Erxiao asked again.

"It should be dead, it's all like that." Yu Xin said, looking at the hideous wound on Jia Daochang's chest.

"Fuck! It's so fucking awesome!" After confirming that Daoist Jia was dead, Wang Erxiao suddenly gained courage, jumped up on the spot and yelled, and then ran towards Wang Mu.

Yu Xin rolled her eyes at him and walked over.

"Brother, which mountain did you become a monk before? It's too powerful! This guy is absolutely vulnerable! I also want to go to become a monk for a few days to learn." Looking at the dead body on the ground, Wang Erxiao started again. Worshiped.

Wang Mu ignored it, and after confirming that Taoist Jia was dead, he took out the prisoner's soul mirror, released the souls of two girls, pointed to the corpses on the ground and said, "Did you see it? It's this guy and that Professor Jia. You did it like this."

The two souls watched quietly for a while, then nodded sadly, then looked back at Wang Mu and said, "Thank you."

Wang Mu frowned, "You're welcome, wait a few days, and I'll help you save, maybe it won't affect your rebirth as human beings."

"Huh? Taoists also use mobile phones?"

At this moment, Wang Erxiao found the mobile phone that had fallen out of Jia Daochang's wide robe.

"Brother, Patriarch Zhou... what the hell, just two numbers? You don't have any friends at first glance." Flipping through the address book on the phone, Wang Erxiao mocked.

Wang Mu was startled, and walked over, but took a look at the phone, and sure enough, besides Professor Jia's phone number, there was also an unfamiliar number in it, which marked Patriarch Zhou.

"Patriarch Zhou?" Wang Mu smiled, already certain in his heart that this demon was hired by Patriarch Zhou to deal with him, and he was the culprit.

There are several Zhou Patriarchs in Linjiang City, only Zhou Wanfu's father, Zhou Yihao.

(End of this chapter)