My Disciples Are All Villains - 395

Xujing solemnly placed the rosary in the heart of his right hand, attached it with the palm of his left hand, and said, “Thank you, Ji donor.”

With this string of Buddha’s rosary beads, he only needs to practice well in the future, and his cultivation level will be greatly increased. At that time, it will not be impossible to restore the glory of Tianxuan Temple on that day.

Lu Zhou caressed his beard indifferently and looked down at the mountain.

Xujing had the Buddha’s rosary, and suddenly felt that the whole person’s momentum had changed a lot.

“Regroup.”

“Yes!”

He hung the Buddha’s rosary around his neck.

When the vitality surged, the rosary suddenly sensed the vitality instillation, and it brightened slightly.

A layer of golden light refracted.

“Dingjingtai.”

The disciples behind him followed Xujing to recite the scriptures at the same time.

The sound is much louder than before.

A huge aperture appeared under Xu Jing’s feet… the formation of new amplifying seals, gorgeous patterns and dazzling golden light, fell from above.

Spread on the ground.

Everyone in the Motian Pavilion received an increase again, and their hearts were greatly lifted.

One after another raised their heads to look at the group of monks.

Zhu Hong looked excited: “Old monk, I will invite you to have a little wine another day!”

“Amitabha.”

This drink, the Xujing frowned, how can a monk contaminate this.

at the same time.

Pan Litian used the wine gourd to fly away from the sky, trying to attack the back of his head.

But Kong Yuan is different from other puppets, both in strength cultivation and reaction, are much stronger than other puppets. Moreover, the Demon Zen Dharma body that pops up from time to time makes people have to be afraid of three points.

Kongyuan stared at the sky, staring at the void.

When he saw the rosary on Xujing’s neck…

Suddenly became angry, lost his reason, and continuously shot dense black palm prints toward Pan Litian’s palms!

After all, Pan Litian’s cultivation base has not recovered. Relying on the wine gourd, he can barely contain Kongyuan, unable to achieve real face-to-face toughness.

In this case, you can only dodge.

Bang bang bang!

Black palm prints were flying all over the sky, and Pan Litian kept dodgeling.

“Old Pan, do you have any questions?”

Leng Luo, who used the technique of Taoism, shuttled between the puppets.

Just when more than a dozen puppets came under siege, Om——

The ten-foot-tall Law Bodies blasted all the puppets around!

Pan Litian replied: “Can hold it!”

The scope of the Mingjingtai was expanded, and Pan Litian’s heart was shocked.

Dantian Qihai has also become much more comfortable.

All of a sudden, corpses were lying on the ground.

Lu Zhou stood on the top of Juya, searching all around… into the woods in the distance.

Kongyuan just flew out of the woods, Bama should be hiding in the formation behind him, constantly controlling numerous puppets.

Under the blessing of Mingjingtai.

The Motian Pavilion took advantage, and the pace of the puppets was obviously slower.

Little Yuan’er’s rhythm is getting faster and faster.

She took her one-foot-high Law Bodies, running rampant everywhere, kicking and flying puppets with one foot–

“Slightly…”

“Little Junior Sister, what grimacing you make with them, they don’t understand.”

Ming Shiyin flashed past Xiao Yuan’er.

Little Yuan’er said, “I’m happy.”

Above, the chanting scriptures resounded throughout the foothills.

Behind the trees, in the witchcraft formation, Bama yelled softly: “Bald donkey!”

With a wave of his right hand, another purple halo flew towards Zhang Yuanshan in front of him.

Zhang Yuanshan’s eyes widened.

Bama said solemnly: “Go, kill them all.”

Zhang Yuanshan also left Bama’s range and rushed to everyone in the Motian Pavilion.

Zhang Yuanshan today is not the Zhang Yuanshan before…

Terrible tentacles emerged from his arms, and he rushed towards the nearest little Yuan’er.

“Want to catch me… there is no door.”

“Seven stars take a cloud step.”

Little Yuaner took off and flew.

At this time… Zhang Yuanshan’s arms became longer: “You can’t run away!”

The voice was extremely chilling.

“Brahma Ling!”

Brahma’s dragon flies and phoenixes, enveloping it, like a wall, blocking the front.

At the same time, Duanmusheng’s Qiangpinglang came to the rescue.

Bang bang bang!

Thousands of gun shadows all hit Zhang Yuanshan’s chest.

The heavenly weapon poked in the same place, and a groove was forced out.

Zhang Yuanshan also retreated again and again.

“Thank you Brother San.” Xiao Yuan’er threw out the Brahma Ling and knocked the surrounding puppets into flight.

When the puppets flew upside down, several powerful arrows flew above the Motian Pavilion, hitting the back of their heads.

Click, click…

The puppet fell to the ground and stopped moving.

Little Yuan’er stretched out her thumb to the top of the Motian Pavilion: “Sister Yuexing is so amazing.”

Hua Yuexing was so complimented by others that she couldn’t help but smiled, and she became more confident.

…

After all, Zhang Yuanshan is the strengthened Zhang Yuanshan, and he is the strong man who wins the eight leaves. It is already quite remarkable that he can be repelled by Duan Musheng.

Sure enough, Zhang Yuanshan jumped, changed direction, and flew towards the sky quietly.

Xujing frowned.

“The final seal!”

“Bodhisattva golden body!”

When Zhang Yuanshan came to the front again… he took an amazing move–

Slap the sea with both palms.

“Not good! Retreat!”

Xu Jing, together with the golden body and the Jie Ding seal, pushed the phalanx and retreated towards the Motian Pavilion.

Der Spiegel has to be revoked!

“Blode?”

This scene resembled Leng Luo’s helplessness when facing the Ten Witches.

Leng Luo snorted coldly, with a little toe, and afterimages appeared.

“Your opponent is me!”

Zhang Yuanshan slapped the sea again.

Leng Luo’s Law Body was also opened at this time, blocking the monks.

boom!

With Zhang Yuanshan as the center, it was as if a purple sphere exploded, and the sky was full of purple mist.

Like falling around.

Hum!

Hum!

All the disciples of the Motian Pavilion at the foot of the mountain opened the Law Bodies to block the purple mist from outside.

Bama’s gaze flicked over the people of the Demon Sky Pavilion, as well as the sparkling heavenly weapons in their hands——

Duan Musheng holding the Overlord Spear!

Zhaoyue holding the blue blade!

Little Yuan in Brahma!

Zhu Honggong wearing gloves!

Pan Litian surrounded by gourds!

Long shot Huayuexing of the falling moon!

…

What a luxurious configuration and lineup.

Such an enemy should be killed in the cradle.

Bama forcibly suppressed her inner excitement…because these powerful enemies in the future will all die in his hands.

Watching the purple mist in the sky continue to fall, Bama stretched her arms, raised her arms up, and trembled: “For Loulan…”

“Junior sister, your sacrifice is worth it.”

The purple mist blocked the view.

Leng Luo’s eight-leaf magic body blocked this wave of self-detonation, immediately put it away, and flew backwards.

The silent monk’s phalanx followed and flew back… The Mingjingtai was once again defeated by the powerful thrust of this self-destruction!

Monk Pan Litian and Kongyuan not only did not lower, but continued to climb.

The purple mist invaded the past, Kongyuan was unaffected, and suddenly exerted force… and Pan Litian realized that it was not good, and quickly turned it over!

boom!

Bang bang!

“Old Pan!”

“Elder Pan!”

With a yelling Kongyuan, he swooped down, and the ink-colored Demon Zen Dharma body appeared again.

They had never seen the scene where Yu Shangrong cut the Demon Zen with a sword. If they had seen it, they would have been surprised by Yu Shangrong’s terrifying strength. But… The Demon Zen that was smashed by a sword appeared again?

dead? Is there really no way to die again?

The black figure of the Demon Zen Dharma Body pressed towards Pan Litian.

“Powerful!”

A circular barrier bloomed in Pan Litian’s gourd!

boom!

Demon Chan smashed on the barrier.

Pan Litian fell down.

Qi and blood surged and his old face flushed.

哐!

Pan Litian fell to the ground.

The other Motian Pavilion people quickly moved closer.

Surround Pan Litian in Gai Xin.

“What is this mist?” Ming Shiyin asked.

“Blood Gu!” Leng Luo said.

“Blood Gu?”

“Using a powerful cultivator’s essence and blood, combined with the surgeon’s essence and blood… If we use witchcraft, we will lose the ability to move if we are hit by the blood gu,” Leng Luo said.

“So disgusting?” Ming Shi was disgusted with a look on his face.

Without the growth rate of the Mingjingtai, the consumption of vitality seems to be much greater.

After Pan Litian was repelled.

On the contrary, Kongyuan in the air looked towards the quiet monk’s phalanx.

There is no bloody expression, hideous and terrible——

Kong Yuan took the black magic body and attacked Xujing and others.

Lu Zhou frowned slightly, this kind of target was already dead, and it was not very cost-effective to use the fatal blow card.

“Stay back.” Lu Zhou finally said.