My Disciples Are All Villains - 394. Chapter 388

After Duanmusheng jumped down.

Hundred Tribulation Hole Ming Fa body was like a cannonball, and it was smashed down.

boom!

A circular pit mark smashed out of the rosette appeared in front of everyone.

Several puppets were smashed into the dirt.

“Liaoyuan Hundred Strikes!”

“Folding waves with thousands of weights!”

Hua Wudao was rushing back and saw this scene…cough… almost no water came out.

Hey, the thought of staying in the Motian Pavilion in the future made me panicked.

He glanced at the Huayuexing standing on the top of the Motian Pavilion, pulling the arrows from time to time to repel the puppets, and he was in a much better mood.

The Great Elder of the Hengqu School, after Zhang Jin got up, rushed up.

They are just puppets, no pain, no fear, no death.

Pan Litian frowned.

The wine gourd burst into golden light again and greeted him.

Little Yuan’er, Zhaoyue, Ming Shiyin, Zhuhonggong, and the four major apprentices all jumped down to Jinting Mountain.

For a time, the qi interspersed, and within a few hundred meters in front of the foot of the mountain, there was chaos, full of qi…

Lu Zhou tapped Bai Ze’s back with his toes and stepped into the void, Bai Ze disappeared in the darkness.

When a mount like Bai Ze appears, it will be auspicious, and it is easy to be noticed…

Bai Ze was replaced by the unremarkable Bibi.

Lu Zhou drove Suhua to a rock halfway up the mountain and observed it secretly.

…

The others nodded when they saw the pavilion master disappeared.

They are all puppets, and it is indeed not the turn of the pavilion master to take action.

However, Lu Zhou was on Juhua’s back, silently cheering on the apprentices.

The old man is also very helpless, and the old man can only wave the flag and shout at this level of cultivation.

“Will you lose two hundred years of life, just for the Motian Pavilion?” Lu Zhou looked at the battle below, thinking.

Zhang Yuanshan has the power to win the eight leaves, then Bama will not be bad…

Could it be that after Yu Shangrong killed Zhang Yuanshan, he was captured by Bama and treated as a hostage?

This is not impossible.

Pan Litian repelled Zhang Jin again… nagging: “Unbelievably strong.”

Leng Luo used the technique of Taoism and came to Zhang Jin, and repeatedly attacked, and several palm prints densely hit Zhang Jin’s body.

“Old Pan, hit the back of their heads.” Leng Luo said.

“Well, let’s listen to you.”

With Leng Luo’s cooperation, Pan Litian’s whole body was full of energy.

The wine gourd whirled out, from small to large, glittering in gold——

“Drunk pillow country!” Pan Litian exclaimed.

boom!

The wine gourd hit the back of Zhang Jin’s head.

Click.

Only a crisp cracking sound was heard… the puppet “Zhang Jin” waved his arms, ah, mad, but soon fell back and was dying.

Pan Litian said: “How about this old trick?”

Leng Luo disagrees: “Is this trick in Jingmingdao’s Taoism?”

“Currently.” Pan Litian said shamelessly.

“…”

Leng Luo disappeared, like a ghost, heading down the mountain.

“Is the old name bad?” Pan Litian jumped and followed.

Leng Luo came to the vicinity of Duanmusheng and the others and said, “Attack the back of their heads.”

“Elder Leng is really knowledgeable.”

Ming Shi flickered, complimented him, clutching the parting hook, and stepped into the puppets.

Bang bang bang!

finally……

At the beginning, one puppet fell down.

Huayuexing, who was standing above the Motian Pavilion, also began to use arrows to shoot the back of the puppets’ heads, but the difficulty was a little high, and they had to wait for the moment they turned their backs to grasp the shot.

Occasionally, a puppet can be harvested.

On the rock.

Lu Zhou sighed, the puppets were all dead, and they really couldn’t get merit points.

Can’t help but feel a little disgusted with witchcraft.

At this time, Lu Zhou saw Master Xujing, stepping on the void, and came to the top of the puppets.

Dozens of other disciples followed Lingkong and stood behind him.

“Amitabha.”

“No Bodhi tree, nor stand mirror.”

Dozens of other disciples spoke at the same time, and in an instant—

There was a mosquito buzzing sound, and he started chanting.

“Greatly increase the Dharma, Mingjingtai.”

Headed by Xujing and centered on many monks, a huge circular pattern exudes light, surrounds it, and then slowly falls.

Lu Zhou once saw Wunian use this trick on the lotus platform.

Unexpectedly, under the combined use of so many monks, the energy, range, and power have become so huge.

When the aperture is on the ground, the light will fluctuate continuously with the chanting of the monks.

Lu Zhou nodded.

Although Jiang Aijian is arrogant, sometimes his advice is not bad.

With this combination, the value of Xujing and other monks is obviously many times greater than fighting alone—

You know, all those fighting below are the elites of the Motian Pavilion.

Leng Luo, Pan Litian, Xiao Yuan’er, Duan Musheng, Ming Shiyin, Zhaoyue, Zhuhonggong… After receiving the energy of the Mingjingtai, they suddenly felt alive.

Gangqi aspect!

The entire foothills are completely occupied by the Law Bodies that appear from time to time.

…

In the farthest back corner, I saw a monk glowing in the sky.

Bama frowned slightly: “Buddha?”

Looking at the puppets who kept rushing up, under the strong lineup of the opponent, they slowly fell down.

His expression became extremely numb, and he clenched his fists.

“Old demon…I don’t believe it, you bear to watch them die in the sea of corpses…”

Bama waved her right hand.

A purple halo flew to the monk who was pulling the black carriage in front of him.

The monk suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the sky numbly.

“Kong Yuan…Go, those are your enemies, release your hatred to your heart’s content!”

Kong Yuan was clearly dead, but as if he had understood, his eyes widened again…Bang, his body flashed out of the witchcraft circle where Bama was in, and rushed towards the quiet monk’s phalanx.

An ink-colored palm print appeared.

“Be careful!” Huayuexing voice transmission.

Shooting three arrows in a row, rushed to the air.

Bang bang bang!

The arrow smashed on the ink palm print and disappeared invisible.

Lu Zhou frowned slightly when he saw this scene.

Eight-leaf puppet, really willing to pay for it…

There is no such good thing about witchcraft. The more advanced the puppets you control, the greater the price you need to pay.

Lu Zhou remembered the wilting situation everywhere in the past period of time…

Borrowing from heaven?

at the same time.

Xujing recites the final seal and instantly opens the bodhisattva’s golden body!

Hum!

boom!

Kongyuan’s black palm print collided with the golden body and the Jieding seal.

The sky is staggering!

The silent monk phalanx retreats in the air!

“Stay steady! Don’t break up!”

Kong Yuan also flew back because of the rebounding force.

Seeing this scene, Pan Litian was like a flying swallow, approaching Kongyuan: “Your opponent is an old man!”

Even if the cultivation base has not been restored, he is still the same Baye… Baye is fair to Baye!

With the wine gourd, it is no problem to contain Kongyuan.

If this goes on, sooner or later the vitality will be exhausted.

Lu Zhou took a look at the number of puppets… it was only reduced by one-third with the hard work of the apprentices.

After thinking about it, Lu Zhou waved his hand: “Xujing, catch it.”

Xujing couldn’t tell what it was, and quickly caught what was flying in the sky, and took a closer look: “Sary beads?”

“This object is called the Buddha’s rosary. It is an empty and distant object. Although it has recognized the Lord, it is better than nothing.”

Xujing heard the words and was overjoyed: “How can the poor monk dare to receive the favor of Ji donor!”

For Lu Zhou, this thing was really a tasteless weapon. Not only was it useless, it had to be refined to recognize the master.

But for Xujing, that is a better treasure than all the best weapons of swords…How can he not be excited?