Monk Wujie secretly complained in his heart. The three spiritual contracts could indeed easily deal with these juniors, but now, he was unable to sense the most powerful spiritual contract, which was the aura of the Lord of the Shura Hall.
Even if he dies, as long as his head is not broken, even if he is thousands of miles away, he can get power from this spiritual contract. However, the spiritual contract of the Lord of Shura Hall is now vague and very weak.
The strength that Monk Wujie can exert now is not as powerful as the power of blowing when he was alive.
But even this insignificant amount of power still made everyone miserable, especially Peng Zhan, who stood at the front and resisted most of the power.
Monk Wujie flicked his index finger, and Peng Zhan felt like his chest was hit hard with every flick.
Moreover, Monk Wujie's snap of his fingers filled the entire space, making it impossible to dodge. Peng Zhan could only bear it with his body.
At the tenth finger, Peng Zhan couldn't hold it anymore, and a mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth.
At this critical moment, Mu Qingying seemed to suddenly wake up from her dream. She rubbed her messy hair vigorously and looked around blankly.
"Senior sister, smash that head, smash that head!" Cheng Wanling clung to the barrier as if clinging to the glass window, shouting at Mu Qingying.
Mu Qingying was very close to everyone. After all, from another time and space, she and Peng Zhan belonged to the same living room which was not spacious.
Mu Qingying's sudden awakening was not accidental, but Lin Yumeng communicated with her at the microbial level. The super microorganisms in Lin Yumeng sent signals to the microorganisms in Mu Qingying.
And through the microorganisms on Mu Qingying's body, he created a dream for Mu Qingying, so that Mu Qingying, who might have been asleep like this, was forcibly awakened.
Mu Qingying's body was still very weak. She looked at Shura's head on the floor with a blank expression, and a voice suddenly came from her mind: "Smash him, smash him!"
But there was another, more powerful voice, roaring in her mind: "Don't touch him, don't touch him."
Mu Qingying, who was already very weak, was given a headache by these two voices in her head. She held her head hard with both hands, trying to drive away these two inexplicable voices.
Suddenly, she seemed to hear Cheng Wanling's voice in the relatively weak voice. Her eyes lit up instantly, she grabbed a stool and hit Qiubei Shura on the head with all her strength.
"Don't touch him, don't touch him!" At the moment when Qiu Bai Shura's head was smashed, Mu Qingying's own head almost exploded from the sound.
After smashing it, she fell to the floor with a thud and fell into a deep sleep again.
For the monk Wujie who only had a spiritual contract, his attacks became weak and weak. His fists hitting Peng Zhan and the others were like a moderately strong massage.
Later, under the eyes of the monk Wujie, the combined efforts of everyone killed Shura Seeking Injury and turned his head into ashes.
Following Monk Wujie's unwilling roar, the Shura knot was lifted, and Peng Zhan and the girls returned to the living room of the Lin family courtyard.
It's just that the way they came back was a bit dumbfounding, they were actually folded into Arhats.
They can't feel it inside the Shura Knot, but in real life, their space is so small that they can only stack Arhats on top of each other.
Peng Zhan was pressed at the bottom, followed closely by Murong Lengyue. Cheng Wanling, who was pressed in the third position, was like a little crab trying to turn over, showing its teeth and claws very cutely.
Before Lin Yumeng and Shangguan Piaoxue could jump down, she forced herself out and rolled to Mu Qingying. She hugged her and began to cry loudly.
"Ling'er, let go of your senior sister quickly. She has run out of energy and can no longer be disturbed."
Before he could crawl out, Peng Zhan shouted a warning to Cheng Wanling. Cheng Wanling was so frightened that she quickly let go. There was a bang and Mu Qingying's head hit the floor hard.
Cheng Wanling subconsciously wanted to touch Mu Qingying's head, but thinking of Peng Zhan's warning, she quickly retracted her hand and looked at Peng Zhan eagerly, with tears dripping down her cheeks.
