Maoshan Ghost King

Today they met Lord Thousand Hands Buddha, they didn't plan to let him leave here alive.

In the eyes of the Song family in Jinling, the Thousand-Handed Buddha at this time is equivalent to a mourning dog. If his brother Longchuan is alive, he must be left a way to survive, not looking at the face of the monk, but the backer of Longchuan. , Had died a few years ago, the Thousand-Handed Buddha had no support, and he would kill if he wanted to, and no one would come to trouble their Jinling Song family.

After clarifying the details, the two elders of the Song family in Jinling were all killer moves, and as soon as they came up, they stabbed towards the vitality of Lord Thousand Hands.

The cultivation level of Lord Thousand Hands Buddha is also good. Seeing the old man in black from the Song family stabbed with a sword, his toes touched the ground and fluttered back gently, and then the old man in white from the Song family rubbed his body again. Before, another sword was pierced from his back, blocking it to death.

Buddha Thousand Hands knew that he couldn't leave here alive today, and there was still a long distance away from where Ge Yu and the others hid, even if it was too late to say hello to them.

But he must not be killed just like this, even if he died, he could not make the other person feel better.

Immediately, Lord Thousand Hands Buddha also displayed his most powerful means, and the big pipe pot in his hand was shaken, and a piece of red burning burned, and a piece of red powder was swept out immediately after a piece of red powder was swept away.

Even the smoke sprayed from the mouth of Buddha Thousand Hands contains certain toxins, which can limit the opponent's cultivation.

The two old guys of the Song family were obstructed by the powerful means of Buddha Thousand Hands, and couldn't take them down for a while.

As for Song Yuanqing, the Patriarch of the Song family, he kept his hands on his back, standing in a hutong with cold eyes.

He knew in his heart that although the Thousand-Handed Buddha was powerful for a while, he was not an opponent of either of these two uncles in terms of cultivation. It was only a matter of time before he was beheaded.

And the good players Song Yuanqing brought from the Song family didn't mean to come forward to help, they just blocked the alley and prevented him from having a chance to escape.

Some people even turned up on the courtyard wall and roof to prevent Lord Thousand Hands from escaping from all directions.

This is a very powerful thief, and the Song family dare not despise him.

The two masters of the Song family were able to fight against the two masters of the Song family with a manpower of Thousand Hands Buddha, but after the seven or eight moves, the Thousand Hands Buddha quickly fell into a disadvantage.

Although these two old men did not have Song Yuanqing’s superb light flying sword means, the long sword in their hands could also be temporarily released, called the Lishou Sword. The long sword in their hand flew out and turned around in midair. Interfering with the enemy's sight, then both hands out together and smashed towards the chest of Buddha Qianshou.

Thousand-handed Buddha had been pierced through the shoulder by the light fairy sword just now. This fight and promoted blood circulation. The wound on the shoulder had more blood flow. Soon, half of his shoulder was dyed red. Under the siege of people at the same time, the old man in white of the Song family struck away with a sword and was caught by the Buddha of Thousand Hands, but he did not catch his thunderous fists. He smashed his chest. With a muffled groan, Lord Buddha suddenly flew out, rolled to the ground, and immediately spewed out a mouthful of old blood.

"Death is imminent, don't hurry up to hand over those thousand years of Tai Sui!" Song Yuanqing, standing not far away, said coldly.

Lord Thousand-Handed Buddha laughed, one hand clenched the Thousand-year Tai Sui behind his back, and the other hand lifted the big pipe pot and took two deep breaths. The blood foam continued to flow along the corners of his mouth. .

A thick white smoke was spit out, accompanied by a violent cough, the Buddha Thousand Hands spit out another mouthful of blood, still laughing: "The old man has lived at this age, and he has seen all heroes. This time too. For the sake of my friend, I will die without regret. Come on, son of a **** from the Song family, come and kill me!"

"You dog thief, you asked for it yourself, since you want to die, then we will do it for you!" The black-clothed old man of the Song family yelled, and a sword stabbed at the Buddha of Thousand Hands.

Thousand-handed Buddha stood there, staring, but did not resist this time, just waiting for the will to pierce his chest.

It doesn't make any sense to resist, it's nothing more than suffering more humiliation, it's better to be killed by the opponent earlier.

However, just as the sword was about to touch the chest of Buddha Qianshou, suddenly, a big chubby hedgehog ran from the corner to the Buddha Qianshou, and the hard thorns on his body suddenly shot out. He pierced the old black man from the Song family.

The black-clothed old man didn’t know where the hedgehog came from. He was taken aback. He flashed to the side and rolled on the ground twice before he could escape from the hedgehog. That many thorns.

But the Hedgehog's fat girl shook her body and grew bigger, like a small calf lying in front of the Thousand Hands Buddha, with a pair of blood-red eyes scanning the people who besieged the Thousand Hands Buddha.

When everyone saw that this was a powerful hedgehog, they were all startled and gasped.

Such a big hedgehog is full of evil spirits, and I am afraid that it might not have been more than five hundred years old.

This is a big demon.

The masters of the Song family involuntarily stepped back after seeing the appearance of the chubby hedgehog girl with a look of horror.

At this moment, even the Thousand Hands Buddha, who was standing behind the hedgehog, was taken aback by the huge figure of the hedgehog.

However, he soon understood that this chubby hedgehog is the treasure next to Ge Yu. The spirit gathering tower on his body can hold all kinds of monsters and ghosts. When he was squatting on the tree before, I saw this hedgehog.

The younger brother was the guardian of the mountain gate of the first sect before, and he knew this spirit gathering tower very well.

But seeing this hedgehog appearing here, Thousand Hands Buddha didn't seem too happy. It was obviously not enough for this hedgehog to face the eye-catching Song family.

"Good guy, such a big hedgehog, it will take hundreds of years to say nothing. I don't know if the inner alchemy has been condensed." The old white man from the Song family took a few steps forward and carefully moved towards it. The hedgehog looked.

"You go quickly... you won't end up in their hands..." Thousand-hand Buddha said to the hedgehog.

Hedgehog's fat girl did not respond, but her body was bulging, like a ball, the hard thorns on her body stood upright, her eyes were red as blood, and she felt the countless hard thorns on her body burst out at any time.

Song Yuanqing stared at the hedgehog, with a smile on the corners of his mouth, and said faintly: "Yes, this hedgehog, I want it."