Super Great Fortune Teller

"Kill Kill... " Master Zhao said vaguely.

The monk frowned and whispered to Wang Qian: "brother qian'er, when you start, you'll run first. You don't know how to mix up. You've lost all your grades. Like an ordinary mortal, you're still blowing nonsense here!"

The monk saw Wang Qian's spiritual realm. Just because he saw Wang Qian's spiritual realm, the monk had to help Wang Qian block master Zhao.

Wang Qian looked at the monk strangely. When was this guy so considerate?

"Up! Today, I'll show you the power of Xuanmen! " The monk said, stamping his feet directly: "the sky is thundering, the dragon and tiger are fighting, the sun and the moon are lighting, it's clear to me! A great general! Be as urgent as law

The monk recited the mantra directly.

Boom! It's a big noise.

There was a blue thunder above the sky.

A celestial soldier with a height of more than three meters suddenly appeared.

Wang Qian could not help shaking his head when he saw the monk's action. In recent months, the disciples of Xuanmen have been absorbed in cultivation, and they have broken through to six grades one by one.

However, the monk is still the third grade.

"Monk!" When Chen Lu and Chen's parents saw that the monk had invited heavenly soldiers, their faces looked excited at that time.

They have already chased out from home, and Chen's father still has a hoe in his hand.

The monk was very anxious when he saw Chen's father and mother come out. He knew that Wang Qian had no fighting power at all, and the only one who had fighting power was Sanpin. What he could rely on was Wang Qian's Juque sword.

However, it's OK for the Juque sword to cut those evil things without any spiritual knowledge. The monk is not sure how to deal with the man opposite.

"Xuanmen?" Hearing Xuanmen, uncle Zhao frowned.

Wang Qian saw that the monk was ready to fight, so he didn't stop him. Most of the time, his personal strength was inspired by the fight between life and death. When Wang Qian thought about it, he retreated safely.

See Wang Qian retreat, Zhao three uncle is a face of disdain color: "it seems that you should not be that Wang Qian."

Step by step, the three meter high heavenly soldiers lean towards Zhao Sanju. As they move around, the earth trembles.

Armed with a golden melon sledgehammer, the heavenly soldier walked more and more quickly. He smashed the old height of the wheel of the golden melon sledgehammer toward Zhao's head.

Uncle Zhao laughed. He didn't shake his flag until the soldier came to him that day.

The ghosts on the side of the village road immediately leaned in the direction of the heavenly soldiers.

One by one, with a ferocious look on their faces, they fell on the heavenly soldiers.

Just in the blink of an eye, the heavenly soldier was torn up by the ghosts. At this time, master Zhao was less than five meters away from Wang Qian.

"Wang Qian, I Kill You... " Master Zhao's mouth was watering at this time, and his two tusks were more than ten centimeters long.

The monk saw that his heavenly soldiers were torn to pieces and swallowed his saliva. His fierce face was covered with cold sweat. This guy regretted for the first time, why he didn't practice well in Xuanmen, instead, he put all his energy into his Kunpeng barbecue shop and sightseeing.

Seeing that master Zhao, who was manipulated by evil spirits, was getting closer and closer, the monk roared: "brother Qian Er, go

Later, the monk pulled up the Juque sword on Wang Qian's back and rushed to master Zhao.

"Monk!" Exclaimed Chen Lu.

She has seen that the monk is desperate.

When Wang Qian saw this, he shook his head, sighed, and quietly punched out a talisman.

Although the monk yelled loudly, it was obvious that the strength of the monk was not enough.

"Roar!" Master Zhao looked at the monk charging with the Juque sword in his hand and showed his ferocious color in his eyes: "kill

The monk Juque sword was raised to Lao Gao. The moment he came to master Zhao, he stretched out his ugly finger and flicked it.

Master Zhao is full of ghost. His fingers are covered with black air. His dark fingers are in contact with the blade of Juque sword.

Bang! It's a big noise.

Juque sword flew out more than ten meters with the monk.

"Ha ha, boy, it's up to you? You can't even deal with me. " Third uncle Zhao shook his head and disdained to smile. He walked to the monk step by step.

Master Zhao stepped aside.

Pop!

Then uncle Zhao stepped directly on the monk's chest. The height of more than three meters brought terrible pressure, which made the monk spit out a mouthful of blood.

Uncle Zhao looked in the direction of Wang Qian: "do you know? Zhao Ji is the most talented disciple of hungry ghost. He is very proficient in both ghost Rune and alchemy. Do you know how much loss he caused us when he died? "

Uncle Zhao said and stepped on the monk's ribs.

The monk's ribs broke one after another.

"No!" Chen Lu yells.Wang Qian was always indifferent to this scene.

Then uncle Zhao suddenly exerted his strength under his feet, click! A crisp sound directly crushed the monk's sternum.

The monk vomited a few mouthfuls of dirty blood and lost his voice.

"No!" Chen Lu immediately ran to the monk, but was stopped by Wang Qian.

Chen's father and mother were frightened to see the monk trampled to death. They couldn't say a word for a long time. For the first time, they saw people die in front of them. Although they hated monks in the past, when the monks really died in front of them, Chen's father and mother still felt a pain in their hearts.

"Wang Qian, what are you doing?! If the monk dies, you will not save him! " Chen Lu punches and kicks Wang Qian.

Wang Qian didn't look at Chen Lu. He looked at Zhao San Shu with calm eyes and said, "is the meaning of the existence of the hungry ghost way harmful to people?"

Uncle Zhao was a little surprised to see Wang Qian so serious.

Uncle Zhao frowned and felt that the atmosphere was strange. Up to now, Wang Qian had always been that ice face, and he didn't see the slightest fear in his eyes.

"Boy, since you can pretend so much, I'll satisfy you." With that, uncle Zhao waved a small flag in his hand, and all the ghosts on both sides of the village road wrapped in the direction of Wang Qian and Chen Lu.

Wang Qian shook his head slightly. "I really don't want to do it. It's really hard to do it to you."

Hearing Wang Qian's words, Zhao Sanju, Chen Lu and others were stunned.

"Boy, I haven't seen you blow like that yet!" Uncle Zhao gave a sneer.

"Death Wang Qian said softly.

The monk, who had just been kicked aside by Uncle Zhao, suddenly got up, took the giant que sword and brushed it! Zhao's two legs were cut off with his sword.

Poof!

Uncle Zhao's legs spewed out endless blood.

He gawked at his legs, then gawked at the monk: "how can it be?"

However, without waiting for Zhao's other reaction, Wang Qian's hands were tied, and bursts of Sanskrit singing appeared around him.

"Brahma!" Wang Qian said in a light voice.