White Bone Monkey King

After "Old Man Jiufeng" stood up, he looked around the layout of the entire room with sharp eyes like an eagle.

Click.

Click.

Old Man Jiufeng turned his head, and there was a harsh sound of bones rubbing against his neck, as if his frozen body was re-opening its muscles.

"you……"

"Are you a human or a ghost? Mr. Jiu Feng, are you still... not dead yet?"

There were several people around Mr. Yan, who were so nervous that they stammered and shouted when they saw the old man who had resurrected from the dead.

No wonder they ask this.

The current old man Jiufeng does not have the yin energy of Zhizhi at all. Instead, he is powerful, majestic, and has a straight waist, which gives people a great sense of oppression.

Especially those eyes, when they looked into each other's eyes, they actually had the absurd illusion that they didn't dare to confront him, probably because the opponent's momentum was too strong.

His body seemed to carry the aura of the upright Ding Jia Yang God, with blazing arrogance.

It is also like a heavy and thick sword with a sharp edge, its sharp edge clearly visible.

When old man Jiu Feng heard the sound, he finally turned around and stared at the group of people in front of him. At this moment, Feng Shui master Ning Chengqing, who had been frightened outside the house before, ran over in a panic and shouted: "Be careful. ! This is the enemy coming to seek revenge! A master with an out-of-body spirit has taken over the empty shell of Mr. Jiu Feng and is using his corpse to resurrect him!"

"Master Yan, now is the best time to kill this person. He is using the corpse to resurrect his soul. He is also creating a prison for himself. The soul is trapped in the corpse. As long as we seal the corpse, he will never be able to escape!"

Before the Feng Shui master finished shouting, the war was about to break out, and neither side had any unnecessary nonsense.

The first one to take action was the monk holding a tantric magic stick. The golden tantric stick in his hand exploded with golden light that raised and lowered demons. He swung it with a howling wind and struck Old Man Jiufeng on the head with the stick.

Facing the demon-conquering golden light, Old Man Jiufeng showed no expression on his face. He was not afraid of the magic-conquering spell engraved on the tantric stick. He advanced forward instead of retreating from the resurrected corpse, and strode forward to kill him head-on.

Yang fire is like wind, wind, wind and fire.

At this moment, everyone present was shocked by the brave and powerful aura of the old man Jiufeng.

Others were possessed by ghosts, and the corpse behind them was full of ghostly energy and sinister winds. However, the scene in front of them was unnatural, and the opponent's aura was as strong as the scorching sun.

Some people are worse off alive than dead!

And the yang energy of the person in front of me is more like a living person than a living person!

Unbelievable!

The Tantric stick in the monk's hand arrived before Old Man Jiufeng's fist. Old Man Jiufeng changed his fist to palm to block the Tantric stick. Boom!

The tantric stick split the air, and the violent air flow brought about by the rapid speed made the tail of the stick burn red and hot. A pair of dead green-skinned palms caught the tantric stick. The moment the sticks connected, a circle of dust exploded in the void.

Bang, bang, the huge force on the tantric stick smashed the two soles of old man Jiufeng into the ground several inches deep, and the soil and rocks near the soles of his feet cracked like spider webs.

Click, the sound of bone cracking came from the palm that caught the tantric stick.

But broken bones have no effect on a dead person. An injury of this degree will not cause any harm to him.

Seeing the old man Jiufeng who could take his tantric stick with his bare hands, the monk's expression changed.

Is this still a dead man who has been possessed?

You must know that this is a tantric stick engraved with Sakyamuni's magic exorcism curse. There is no corpse evil thing that can withstand the masculine Buddhist power on the tantric stick. This tantric stick is a solstice magic weapon for exorcising evil spirits, and it is used to exorcise evil spirits. nemesis.

But in front of him, the old man Jiufeng who had been resurrected as a corpse did not seem to be affected by the magic spell on the tantric stick at all, which almost reduced the lethality of the tantric stick by half.

"I don't care whether you are a human or a corpse, whether you are a soul master or a lonely ghost. Since you have borrowed a corpse to bring back the soul, you are a devil in my eyes. As long as you are a devil, you will be under the control of my Tantra Demon Subduing Stick!"

The monk's eyes were sharp, and the golden light of the tantric stick in his hand became more and more intense. The tantric stick swept across, and boom!

A circle of blazing flames exploded out. This move was so powerful that the whole room shook violently, and the air was scorched dry and hot.

Old Man Jiu Feng didn't dodge this time, and he didn't say anything nonsense. He used his palm as a knife and slashed towards the flame tantric stick with an expressionless face.

Plan to fight hard.

boom!

The monk felt severe pain from the tiger's mouth. He almost lost his grip on the tantric stick and threw it to the ground. His pupils shrank suddenly. The opponent was definitely a master of swordsmanship. The palm sword seemed to be struck without any plan, but it happened to hit the target. The weakest point in his tantric stick's strength.

The monk wanted to withdraw the tantric stick in his hand and continue to strike at the old man Jiu Feng, but found that the tantric stick was not moving at all. It turned out that it was tightly held by one of the palms of the old man Jiu Feng.

There is a saying that if you hit a snake, it will hit you seven inches.

After hitting seven inches, he continued to pursue the victory with all his strength.

After Old Man Jiufeng grabbed the tantric stick in the monk's hand, he stepped closer and used his other free hand to clasp the five fingers into a fist. The wind of the fist seemed to make a sonic explosion, and he punched the monk suddenly.

The momentum is like a dragon and a tiger.

Keep moving forward courageously.

The fighting style is fierce and domineering.

"You!" It didn't matter that the other party was not afraid of the exorcism spell on the tantric stick. Even the physical power behind the soul exploded to a terrifying level. The monk's pupils shrank again. He couldn't understand how the other party did this.

Of course he didn't understand that the Six Ding Liujia Talisman ordered the old man Jiufeng to have divine help!

With no time to think, the monk hurriedly punched back with his left hand.

Boom!

Boom!

Each of the two hit the other's chest, which was a desperate fight to exchange injuries for injuries.

Click!

There were two sounds of bone cracking, and the chests of the monk and Old Man Jiufeng were dented by each other's punches.

"ah!"

The severe pain of sternum collapse made the monk unable to help but cry out in pain. The Tiger Beng Fist burst out with fierce and domineering force. Not only did it break the monk's ribs with one punch, it also shocked his heart and lungs.

puff!

The monk spurted out a large mouthful of blood on the spot. He could no longer hold the tantric stick and the man flew backwards like a cannon ball, smashing through an earthen wall. He fell to the ground with unknown life or death.

Although the old man Jiufeng also suffered injuries and his sternum collapsed, these flesh wounds did not pose any threat to the dead man who had no sense of pain.

The old man Jiufeng was still holding the tantric stick in his hand. Boom, the tantric stick in his hand hit the ground hard and sank into the ground feet deep.

He held the tantric stick and walked toward that point, feeling a sense of pressure from the majesty of his body.

Just when the monk was defeated, Mr. Yan finally couldn't help but take action. He bent the bow and set an arrow. His arm strength was amazing. The horn bow, which was the most difficult to draw, came into his hand. He easily drew the full bow. The arrows on his fingers Ring, hold the arrow feathers, phew!

The arrows were so fast that they couldn't see the shadows clearly.

Such a short distance.

The arrow arrives in an instant.

Old Man Jiufeng's eyes were cold, and he used the tantric stick in his hand to deflect the arrow from the bow, bang!

The arrow collided with the tantric stick, making a sound of gold and iron clashing, and shooting out dazzling sparks. The arrow was so powerful that a gash was left in the mouth of the old man Jiufeng.

However, Old Man Jiufeng was already dead, and there was not much blood flowing from his wound.