Finally, it's still here!

He yawned and slapped his mouth with his futon-like palm. Then, the pillar-like arms were raised high and stretched.

The thick eyelids were raised, and the closed eyes were opened, even if there was too much fat, his eyes were still wide open, shooting out golden light, which made people have to admire the strength of his eyelids.

is worthy of the famous ghost crying, but even this did not scare him and made him consciously retreat.

The fat body stood up with the big bell, and after standing firmly, his hands were folded: "Amitabha, the ghost cries the donor, offended!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his stomach began to squirm, and then, his throat swelled. There was a muffled grunt of pain in his nostrils, and then black smoke erupted.

His mouth opened wider and wider, more exaggerated than a python.

A pair of hands, grabbed his fat upper and lower lips, and then, the helmeted head was exposed.

If Wang Sanniang is here, she will definitely be able to recognize it, this is General Wang Zhongwen.

Although the general's demonic flames are monstrous, he is obviously better than this fake Buddha. No matter how hard the general tried, he couldn't pull himself out because he was stuck in his throat for no reason.

In the end, he still had no chance to slap his belly hard, lowered his head, and vomited the general with a "vomit".

The general braced his arms on the ground, and then stood on the edge of the building with a somersault.

"Go!" said the general lightly, nodded and leaped down, landing on the roof below. Then there was a bang and a hole in the roof was smashed.

"Yes, the believers of the poor monks do lack adaptability, therefore, there are many flaws in the Buddha kingdom on the ground created by this grass, but the poor monks and Shura Wang Zhongwen, this is the past of the poor monks, you are crying so badly, you have to be dragged back, when the time comes, the believers arrive and surround you, at that time, even if you have three heads and six arms, you can't stop it. ”

There was no reason to talk to himself, and then he shook his head and frowned: "However, after all, you are a ghost crying, maybe you can break into front of the poor monk, the poor monk is so faced, after all, it is rude, and you have to dress up a little bit." ”

After speaking, he took a look at his bare body, spit out the monk's robe, wrapped it around his waist, and spit out two strings of Buddhist beads, the big one barely hung around his neck, like a necklace, and the small one was put on his fingers.

......

Throw off a few Arhats and hack another Bodhisattva to death.

These guys are really gorgeous and bluffing on the outside, but they are impostors after all, and in actual combat, they are far less powerful than they look like they look like they are, and they seem dull in many places.

Of course, only a few people can grasp this sluggishness, and Devil May Cry is obviously one of them, and they are especially good at it.

Rushing into an alley, the Arhat swept off the roof, raised the iron rod high, and smashed his head over his face.

The alleys are narrow, making it difficult to dodge.

The ghost cried over his waist and looked at the golden figure falling above his head, and the long knife was raised upward.

With a "dang" sound, the spark splashed. The long knife collided with the iron rod, but there was no direct contact.

The iron rod smashed into the wall to the side, and the wooden wall was immediately smashed into a large hole. And the ghost crying knife also floated to the side, and the tip of the knife slashed through the arm's arm, and suddenly there was a huge crack on the arm, and the blood flowed like a pour.

The two stood close to each other, and Arhat abandoned the stick and swung his elbow to strike.

Ghost Cry leaned back slightly, raised his left hand, and wrapped his palm around the Arhat's iron elbow, like a cow's tongue rolling grass, and brought him aside, and with a click, there was another hole in the unlucky wall, and the Arhat's elbow was stuck on it.

Then, Devil Cry slammed the hilt of the knife on the arhat's face, causing him to lean back and open the door.

Then take a half step back, just enough distance to get out of the knife, and slash down.

This knife is dignified, powerful and heavy, and the angle is extremely square, cutting between the neck and shoulders. With the sharp blade, after splitting the arhat's collarbone, the momentum continued unabated, and it only stopped after splitting several ribs along the way.

The knife was drawn, and the corpse fell to the ground, the golden light shattered, and the blood flowed everywhere.

There was the sound of hurried footsteps in front of and behind him, the roof tiles were also trampled on, and the surrounding Arhats were hurrying over. The streets that were originally dark also quickly brightened in the golden light.

Ghost Cry, already in the midst of the siege. But he didn't panic, and the ripples under his feet reflected all the information around him.

He turned around and exerted his strength, and with a twist of his feet, an iron mountain entered by smashing through the wall.

The arhat on the roof was the first to arrive, jumped down from above, and just wanted to follow the ghost into the house, but the corpse under his feet suddenly exploded, and the flesh and blood flew and gave him a face.

Before he could wipe the flesh off his face, a long, sharp knife stabbed through the hole, piercing his neck and pinning him to the wall on the other side.

The golden light shattered, and when the long knife left his body, he lost his support, and sat down limply.

At this time, at the end of the alley, several Arhats arrived late, and when they saw the hole in the wall in the alley, they did not hesitate to drill in.

Then, he was stabbed by the ghost who was leaning against the wall.

In the room, the door was suddenly kicked open, golden light poured in, and several Arhats rushed in, led by a guy carrying a convenient shovel.

He just looked around when he came in, locked onto Ghost Cry, and then swung his shovel and rushed towards Ghost Cry. It is convenient to shovel two iron rings rattling, and there is a powerful tackle in front of it.

The ghost cried to the side, gave way to the shovel, and raised his hand to wipe the knife towards his waist. And a few more people rushed behind this Luohan with a convenient shovel, one of whom was the closest to Ghost Cry, and made a sword.

The two knives collided, and when there was a sound, Luohan, who was holding a convenient shovel, was saved by his companion, but the companion who saved his life was cut off by a knife.

The ghost cried and slammed into the broken arm of the Arhat, and kicked the side in the crook of the leg of the Arhat, who was holding a convenient shovel, leaving him on his knees.

Several other Arhats around him beckoned to Devil Cry with their weapons, and another Arhat drilled in through the hole in the wall.

Not only that, but there are also arhats at the door who bend their bows and arrows, waiting for the opportunity to move. The tiles above his head were broken, and several Arhats trampled on the broken tiles and fell from the sky.

However, in the face of this situation, under the hat, the corners of the ghost crying mouth were raised high.

Everything is under control.

With one foot on the shoulder of the Arhat who was kneeling on the ground, his body rose from the ground and walked towards the Arhat in mid-air.

Then, holding his breath, he slashed the two Arhats in the air with a single sword.

The knife was too fast, the flames came out of thin air, white smoke curled, the golden light shattered, and the wound was scorched black.

Then, the ladder to the sky ran to the limit, and his body was like a dragon, stepping on the corpses of the two Arhats to soar again.

At this moment, the Arhat at the door shot an arrow.

In the blink of an eye, the arrow that burst into golden light had already arrived in front of him, but he was bitten by the ghost cry. The mouth full of iron teeth collided with the powerful arrow, and the result was that the arrow was bitten out of the tooth marks, almost shattered, and firmly fixed in the mouth.

The body continued to take off without hindrance, and just as it was about to fall, Ghost Cry took a deep breath, stabbed the long knife upward, nailed it to the beam, and then pulled it hard, and the body rose again.

The last one grabbed the edge of the hole in the roof and flipped over.

The Arhat, who was holding a convenient shovel, stood up slowly, raised his head and waved the weapon in his hand in vain.

Oni Cry spat out the arrow from his mouth, and the arrow landed on his head, bounced and fell to the ground, and then quickly disappeared from their vision.

Rumble!

With a loud bang, the door frame was directly ripped off.

The tall King Kong came belatedly with a Zen staff in his hand, looking around blankly, looking for traces of the ghost crying.

However, in the house, apart from a group of arhats and a few corpses, there was no trace of a ghost crying somewhere.