Super Monk

"I'll do it!" Jiang Caiwei's sword is soaring. She points to the flying sword. Mingyu sword shoots out with a powerful sword. The powerful sword seems to be able to break the darkness. Once the sword comes out, even the darkness is broken.

Jiang Caiwei tries her best to urge Mingyu sword. Although it's hard to borrow the power of Yuehua underground, Mingyu sword is still powerful with Jiang Caiwei's full strength.

In the blink of an eye, Mingyu sword and lightning spear collided together, Mingyu sword and lightning spear collided together, the darkness sank slightly, and then a terrible force broke out from the impact place.

"Bang!" The power of terror burst. The light on Mingyu sword was dim quickly. The long sword buzzed slightly. Then it was thrown away. The power of terror even blew up a living dead man nearby.

The dead man was scorched and couldn't get up for half a day after being blown up. He was seriously injured.

Almost at the same time, Jiang Caiwei also snorted, retreated three steps in a row, and barely stopped bleeding at the corner of her mouth.

The lightning spear directly strikes Mingyu sword, and then shoots at Jiang Caiwei. Jiang Caiwei didn't expect that the strength of the living dead is so terrible. Although she didn't use the strongest magic power, she has tried her best to urge Mingyu sword, but she still can't resist the attack of the lightning spear.

Seeing the lightning spear in Jiang Caiwei's eyes, it was about to hit Jiang Caiwei. At this moment, the supreme sword directly blocked Jiang Caiwei's front and cut it on the lightning spear.

"Dang!" A terrible sound suddenly rang out. Zhao Fugui looked cold and fierce, and stepped back slightly. A sense of paralysis passed from his arm. The thunder light on the lightning spear dispersed and was cut off by Zhao Fugui. However, the lightning spear was not annihilated, but was cut off by the supreme sword.

Twenty or thirty powerful and powerful living dead people rush to them. Luo Dingkun and Ruan Lingyu look dignified. At the same time, Ruan Lingyu's hands are full of strength. The sound of Ruan Lingyu's zither soars. A ferocious ghost appears directly from the zither sound and pours on the living dead.

Ruan Lingyu seems to feel that the strength of these ghosts is not strong enough. She opens her fingers, waves her hand, and drops of blood fall directly on the ghosts. In a moment, the momentum of those ghosts almost doubles, and directly fights with the living dead.

Luo Dingkun's little seal suddenly became bigger, and it fell down like a golden hill. While a living dead man was fighting with a ghost, the golden seal fell down on the living dead.

"Bang!" The small seal directly hit on the head of the living dead, and the golden seal smashed down with all its strength, directly cracking the brains of the living dead, and half of the head disappeared.

If you are a weaker monk, this blow of golden seal can directly smash the monk's Dharma body, and even a complete corpse will not be left.

But the strength of these living dead people is really terrible. Luo Dingkun tries his best to urge Xiaoyin, but he just smashes half the head of the living dead.

"True law!" Seeing that Xiaoyin was too hard to deal with the living dead, Luo Dingkun gritted his teeth and took out a dark whip from his arms. He threw the whip in the air, and the whip suddenly turned into a five clawed Golden Dragon in mid air.

The five clawed Golden Dragon is a dragon clan of Jinxian and Daluo Jinxian levels. The whip turns into a five clawed Golden Dragon with a hint of the power of Daluo Jinxian. As soon as the whip turns into a Daluo Jinxian, it immediately tears up a living dead person in front of it.

Then the five clawed Golden Dragon grabbed the other two living dead and wanted to tear them up. But four or five living dead people jumped into the air and threw themselves directly on the five clawed Golden Dragon. Unexpectedly, they pulled the five clawed golden dragon to the ground. Wuzai Golden Dragon and these living dead people were fighting together, and soon the golden light on the five clawed Golden Dragon began to dim.

On the other hand, even the ghosts Ruan Lingyu urged with his blood essence began to break up, and all the monstrous ghosts were torn up by the living dead.

"No, the strength of these living dead people is too strong. We can't stop them!" Luo Dingkun's face is ugly and yells, "if there are only one or two of these living dead, they are not afraid to fight alone. But now there are too many living dead.".

They can deal with a dozen or so living dead people, but there are too many twenty or thirty living dead people. The number of these living dead people is not only large, but their strength is also very strong. They are not easy to deal with.

At this time, a little golden light in Zhao Fugui's hand suddenly lit up. The golden light burned and sent out bursts of warm Buddha light. Under the light of the Buddha light, the faces of the living dead were struggling.

The Buddha's light from Zhao Fugui's hand is the Buddha's light of Jinchanzi's wick. The wick was originally in the hands of the king of fish essence, but later it fell into the hands of Zhao Fugui because the king of fish essence was driven into the weak water by Zhao Fugui.

Jinchanzi is a Tathagata. Although his supernatural power is not as good as that of the Tathagata, his real strength can be ranked in the forefront of Lingshan. The wicks made by him who want to escape from Lingshan also have incredible power.

The wick was burning, and the golden light was shining. The golden light fell on the living dead. At first, the faces of the living dead were struggling, and then they seemed to recall something. They gradually calmed down and stopped attacking.Then the rotten living dead began to burn, and the golden flame appeared from them. These living dead were directly reduced to ashes in the golden light.

Some of the living dead were not seriously rotten, others were not rotten at all. These living dead wailed in the golden flame, turned and fled to the distance.

Some of the living dead fell to the ground within a few steps of escaping, and burned up in flames. They were reduced to ashes within a short distance. However, the living dead, who had almost no decay, finally escaped from the golden light.

Even the dead man, who had no rotten body and used the lightning spear, had a look of great pain on his face. He took something from his body and threw it directly at Zhao Fugui's feet. Then he quickly turned around and disappeared into the dark.

It wants to regain its consciousness and live, but it doesn't want to be passed directly by the wick of the golden cicada.

"Roar!" There was an unwilling roar from the bottom of the earth. Outside the tomb, a look of pain appeared on the face of the suspected Zhenwu ghost wearing a flat crown, and soon turned around and disappeared into the darkness.

In the tomb, except for the living dead who have been overspent by the wick of the golden cicada, all the remaining living dead have disappeared.