Chapter 358
Peck of Rice Immortal Fate Chapter 358
2020-12-21
Chapter 358 Logistics HostAfter a while, the monks of Jiuhua Temple, or bloody nose and swollen face, or His arm was broken and he was driven to the corner of the great hall, screaming again and again.
"I'm an old man, how are you doing?"
The old monk, Wu Qing's left eye swollen and bulging, was carried by the two-meter-high warlock by the back collar and hung high in the air. thrown into the corner.
“Martial Uncle!”
The monks caught him, fortunately, it didn’t break!
In the center of the great hall, Mingjing's little face is tensed, and his hands are held high for support.
The monks left behind in the entire Jiuhua Temple have all been wiped out, and he is the only one left.
In addition to his strongest strength, he also presides and concentrates on teaching. It is this group of folk warlocks who wantonly play him when they see that the overall situation has been decided.
Not to mention, the civilian warlock leader who opposes him is a strong second-rate realm, and he has rich experience in fighting techniques. He can solve Mingjing in three or two times.
However, this man kept his hands, played Mingjing, and looked at his flushed face, laughed heartily.
"Little Monk, your skills in Jiuhua Temple are not very good?"
This folk warlock, the cultivation is the nine-character Great Ming Mantra, the handprint one finger, the floating light mantra Like a shadow, it oppresses Mingjing so hard to support it.
The host's love for Mingjing is just like Songzhu. In the early stage, only the basic cultivation technique is cultivated, and a solid foundation is laid, and then the teaching of spell is considered in the later stage.
So, Mingjing has only used the basic cultivation technique of Jiuhua Temple until now, 'the eight rituals of ritual Buddha'.
It's too bad!
Seeing, the folk warlock casts a spell with both hands, Sanskrit light characters form prayer flags, drag a long streamer around the bright and clean all around, wrapping it into a huge ball.
Step by step, the ball tightens, pressing Mingjing all around.
"Mingjing!"
A group of monks were in the corner, seeing that Little Monk was about to lose, and screamed.
Today, not only did the battle fail, but even Jiuhua Temple fell into the hands of these gangsters, and the monks who stayed behind were despairing.
Some people have fantasies that the host can bring a group of Senior Brothers down from the sky and beat the wicked to flee.
"Host, when will you be back?"
A monk meditated in his heart and unconsciously said aloud.
The tall and strong warlock, two meters tall, heard laughed heartily, "Dreaming, your host burned a pile of coke in Bliss City!"
The monks dared to be angry with him Dare to speak, but no one dares to act.
This warlock, one of the cultivation Fleshly Body Divine Ability, is called the Ring of Lux.
Previously, he used this Divine Ability to forcibly defeat Uncle Teacher.
After the Lux Ring is completed, the fleshy body can be transformed into earth fire feng shui, continuously extracting power, known as 'the first without limitless power'!
This person's cultivation base is still shallow, but he can also cover his body with stone armor, turning his fists into stone balls, and there is no shortcoming in attack and defense.
Tall and strong warlock laughed wildly, suddenly a shriek sounded in his ear, and his expression froze.
The screeching was in his ear, getting louder and louder, clearly aimed at him.
"Dare to sneak attack me?"
The tall and strong warlock breathes deeply, and the earth under his feet surges, instantly covering his body with a layer of stone armor.
This layer of stone armor can not only block swords, but also isolate spells.
"Who is it?"
Tall and strong warlock believes that he has put on thick armor and is already invincible. He turns around to see who will do it.
The next moment, the stone armor is pierced, and the powder is flying.
The tall and strong warlock bowed his head and saw that his chest was empty, "Where have they all gone?"
A group of monks in the corner was absolutely silent in horror. They saw it at close range, A thing pierced through the person's chest, blasting the flesh and internal organs in the air, like a blooming flower of blood mist.
"puchi!"
A thing fell to the ground, finally revealing its true face.
Mingjing sees it with joy, "Master!"
This object not only penetrates the tall and strong warlock, but also penetrates into the ground, leaving only the upper half, but it can still be identified, it is nine The Zen staff hosted by Hua Temple.
With his enemy civil warlock, he took a few steps back and heard his companion shouting, "Touto is dead, Touto is dead!"
"Who is it?"
This folk warlock is terrified, and the person who shoots it must not be an ordinary person.
Toutuo's ability was just below him, but he was killed by a stick. If it was him, I'm afraid it wouldn't be much better.
However, he clearly heard that there are not many experts in Shimen, Danyang County.
The Jiuhua Temple has been weak recently, and there is no strong support. Who is the person who took the shot?
At this time, a silhouette walked into the great hall.
Fang Dou walked into the great hall, and everyone's eyes instantly focused on him.
Well, his image at the moment has been transformed into a 'Yuantong' Little Monk with light shadow money.
"cough cough, Xiao Na is here, especially to return this Zen stick!"
Fang Dou tone barely fell, and saw Mingjian's eyes bright, but opened his eyes to him instead. Arm, "Little Martial Uncle, you're finally here!"
What the hell?
Fang Dou went from being stunned to suddenly realizing that Little Monk, who was so cunning, actually hit a snake with a stick and wanted to use himself to solve his predicament.
But he didn't care about it. Originally, this time he returned the tin stick, and he had to settle this matter smoothly.
"What?"
A bunch of civil warlocks are terrified, the Little Monk in front of him, who is a few years older than Mingjing at worst, is already a Martial Uncle generation, how powerful it must be ?
No wonder, the thick-skinned head Tuo was killed by him with one stick!
The rest of the monks left behind were still in shock, how could they not know there was this Martial Uncle.
The dejected uncle teacher raised his head and looked at Fang Dou with his presbyopic eyes squinting, "Well, this Junior Brother has a good face, but I can't remember who it is?"
" Hey, I'm getting old, and I've been punched again, and my head doesn't even know!"
Fang Dou smiled at Mingjing, thinking that I'll settle accounts with you later.
"Everyone, my Martial Uncle is back, what do you have to say?"
The folk warlock, who took the lead, gritted his teeth and shouted loudly, "Hurry up!"
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Ugh!
A group of folk warlocks, each casting spells, made a mess and rushed towards Fang Dou.
"Play with me!"
Fang Dou flicked his wrist, Flying Yaksha and Terrain Yaksha appeared, and attacked from the top and bottom.
Flying Yaksha made a strange cry, its wings fluttered, and the poisonous feathers were like sharp arrows, and the shooter turned his back.
On the spot, four or five people fell to the ground with their eyes closed.
The terrain Yaksha is like a mad dog, uh, rushing over and tearing one person apart on the spot.
“Hah!”
The Nine-Character Great Bright Mantra was cast, the prayer flags were entwined, and two Yakshas began to wrap around.
There are two Yakshas in the sky and the terrain, one is going up in the sky, the other is rolling around on the ground, and the Sanskrit light words can't touch the body.
The next moment, Flying Yaksha threw away, is actually a pair of claws separated from the body and turned into a sharp weapon like black iron.
The terrain Yaksha opens its mouth, spewing out seven or eight cold stars.
A pair of black iron sharp claws locked the folk warlock that cast the spell on the spot, forcibly not moving, so that the seven or eight o’clock cold stars pierced into the chest as much as possible.
The strongest leader is dead, and none of the remaining mobs can escape the great hall. They were all chased and killed by two Yakshas.
After a while, the whole great hall fell silent.
The sound of footsteps sounded, Mingjing had already pulled out the tin stick from the ground, raised his hands, and walked to Fang Dou.
"When Jiuhua Temple is in danger, thanks to Martial Uncle's help!"
"At this time of wind and rain, please also ask Martial Uncle to take care of the overall situation and temporarily preside over the temple!"
Hosted by Yuantong, will it be the next day!
Fang Dou thought to himself, if nothing else, this is a pretty good color!
(end of this chapter)