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What's more, if you just talk about cultivation, Jisheng is not a small realm of one or two than Mr. Mouse, there is a very, very, very huge obvious gap. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

All these seemingly small details are combined one by one, and the final outcome is just as expected in the direction, Jisheng and finished!

"Senior brother-" Jikong let out a heart-rending wail, with his reluctance to Jisheng in his voice, and even more his fear of his fate!

"Wow-" In a flash of golden light, the formation of the heavens and the earth has been lost, and Jikong jumped up in the air, and the wooden fish in his hand suddenly grew about three feet, and hit the head of the white rat No. 1.

"Demon, take your life!"

Towards the front of the formation, "poof, poof", "ah!" The blades of the two Fu soldiers had already taken the opportunity to kill one of the other monks.

In fact, Jikong made such a high-profile appearance in order to attract the attention of the enemy, and when Jisheng was dead and his combat power was greatly reduced in an instant, he also tried to use his actions to win some time for the other three disciples to get closer to him and fight again.

Unfortunately, he was half a beat slower.

Xiang came to Lingyin Temple to seek revenge this time, although he was also prepared in advance, but he really started to do it, and then he realized that the other party's background was really not shallow. Especially in today's fight, if the other party has one or two more senior monks of the sacrificial period, even if he summons the second white mouse at the same time, he is afraid that he will definitely win.

Hey, fortunately, thanks to the early meeting of Puquan a few days ago, I was able to know the power of the Fayin array, and it was because I killed Puquan in advance, so that several senior monks in the temple could not gather into a joint force, so that there would be today's victory.

Of course he didn't know that Puquan's death was actually intentional for Jikong. It's just that what Dejikong didn't expect was that the enemy who came this time would be so violent, and he couldn't resist the Defa Yin Array and his Four Seasons Four Tribulation Array!

If he is given another chance to start over, he will naturally not give up Pu Quan as an outcast easily, at least, he will not do it until the overall situation is timed.

Hey, it's really a careless move, and you lose everything.

Jikong led the remaining two disciples of the Sacrifice Period to fight and leave, relying only on the thousand-person large array behind him, and kept circling in front of the seven-person small array.

Fortunately, at such a close distance, from time to time there are virtual giant palms in the big array, or there is a golden light released directly to help, although the three of them are at a disadvantage, they can barely resist for a while.

"Pratt & Whitney, Puqing, out of battle. "Finally, Jikong gave an order, and two disciples in the late stage of the soul cleansing jumped out of the big array, although they couldn't play the due effect of this array like the other two disciples of the spirit sacrifice period, fortunately, these two people have been cultivated by themselves, and they have been familiar with this formation for a long time, and they rushed into battle today, and they can always overcome the reluctance of the three of them now.

However, Xiang Qian was not ready to give him another chance.

Just when Puhui and Puqing were able to join the Jikong side, it was not time to start. Everyone felt a white shadow flash in front of them. The next moment, there was a wail of "ah", and another priest who made the sword had fallen on his back.

When everyone was about to look again, they saw that the white shadow flashed, and it had already disappeared into a ring on Long Xingkong's left hand. Nine out of ten of the people present didn't even see what it was, how could they actually take the life of a high monk in the sacrificial period in one move?

Of course, Jikong can see that the white shadow is actually a dry corpse, exactly the same as the one who is fighting against him at this moment!

Amitabha, how many hole cards does this little animal surnamed Long have? Jikong is already a bald head and two big at this time.

Right now, the disciples of the Sacrifice Period have already lost one more, and as long as the dried corpse reappears, I don't know who else will be spared. Although there are many disciples under his seat, in front of this surnamed Long, he is not stingy with being a local chicken and a dog, no, he can't delay it any longer!

Jikong suddenly felt that he had come to a life-and-death juncture, and he could not hesitate at all, otherwise, he would be unable to escape death today!

This guy has hatred in his heart, Long Xingkong, if you want to fight to the death with me, then, how about the old man who will never die with you!

Suddenly, Jikong raised his hand and called, "Come!" In the thousand-person array, the prayer barrel rumbled and made a sound, gradually rising from the ground, spinning and slowly heading towards Jikong.

During the rotation, the prayer barrel turned smaller in a circle, from a few zhang to eight feet, one zhang five feet, one zhang, and eight feet......

Finally, when the prayer barrel came to Jikong's side, it had shrunk to no more than three or four feet in length and the thickness of a hand, just like a five-colored wooden stick. The rod has now stabilized, not only has it stopped shrinking, but it has even stopped spinning.

Jikong waved the baton with his right hand to block the blow of the Gangzhu puppet, and his left hand gently poked out, and after hesitating, he still grabbed the prayer barrel in his hand.

"Abbot, abbot!" "Master Abbot!" "Master!" Not far away, some monks of Lingyin Temple who had been killed before were crying out in unison at this moment, as if this move would definitely bring great trouble to the abbot of Jikong.

Xiang Qianzi also noticed the strange behavior of the monks, but no matter how you look at it, you can't see the deep meaning of Jikong's move?

Didn't you just take out a prayer bucket? The power of this bucket has been taught me before, no matter how awesome it is, but I couldn't do anything to the master at that time!

In the midst of this deep groan, the prayer barrel suddenly released several rays of light, and the small formation of seven people retreated slightly. However, the glow was gone, but nothing happened, just laughed wildly for no reason.

"Hahaha, Long Xingkong little animal, the teacher did not eliminate the evil that day, so you are as rampant as you are today! Amitabha, let the old man complete this unfinished work for the teacher!" Jikong said with a smile.

As he spoke, Xiang Qian was surprised to find that the prayer barrel and Jikong's left hand merged into one and turned into one!

What kind of exercise is this?

Jikong smiled and said: "Long Xingkong, today, Lao Wei is desperately sacrificing a left arm, and he is desperately sacrificing thirty years of yang life, and he will definitely send you to the eighteenth layer of hell, so that you will never be able to live beyond life!"

It turns out that this prayer barrel is still used for this purpose. Once the Monk casts a spell to summon this bucket to assist the enemy, the bucket will instantly merge with one of the caster's arms, and at the same time, it will also absorb the caster's 30-year natal essence.

However, in this way, the benefits that this prayer barrel can bring to the caster are also undeniable, and this point can be quickly appreciated by Fang Tongshoe.

"Suffer death!" Jikong let out a vicious snort, waved the prayer barrel, and swept away the white rat No. 1 with a five-colored light.

White Rat No. 1 had met with him several times before, and he had the upper hand in the fight, although he saw that he was pretending to be a ghost, and he was a little more careful in his heart, his subordinates were not afraid, and they were still wielding a knife immediately.

"When", this sound, the prayer barrel collided with the scimitar, and the white rat No. 1 felt that the tiger's mouth was like being burned, and the pain was so painful that he could barely hold it, and he couldn't help but feel a ripple at the spiritual platform.

White Mouse No. 1 snorted and dragged the knife away.