Ling Qing shook his head and waved the whisk, and the soil on the ground suddenly rolled up, burying the blood of all the remaining limbs into the ground.
He also recited a divine mantra to purify the heaven and earth, causing their ashes to return to ashes and dust to earth, in order to return heaven and earth.
"I'm killing demons here, but you're kind enough to save me there." Fa Hai glanced at him and walked up the mountain.
At this time, he was dressed in white clothes and holding a whisk in his hand.
If you hadn't looked at the way he killed the demon just now, he would have looked like a handsome monk who had just emerged from the world.
However, Ling Qing knew that these days, his murderous intention became more and more serious.
The two of them also met some little demons on the way, except Ling Qing, who looked innocent and was saved by him.
The rest were ruined in Fahai's hands.
Oddly enough, the more monks he kills, the longer his magic power lasts.
Of course, this inner demon is getting stronger day by day.
However, no matter how powerful the inner demon was, he was still able to kill him, and his murderous intent became even more intense.
The two of them went up the mountain, killing many little monsters and alerting the owner of the mountain.
"Report!
"
A little demon quickly ran into the cave, knelt on the ground and reported: "Your Majesty, a monk and a Taoist priest came outside.
That monk is about to kill all our brothers in the mountains. "
There is no classic chair in the cave, but a stone couch.
Sitting on it was a big man wearing a red robe and a crown, with a black face and a curly beard, who looked calm and proud.
Hearing this, his eyes widened immediately and he asked: "What?
Where did this wild monk come from and dare to come here and act wild? After I captured him alive, I sacrificed him to my Buddha. "
After that, he picked up a pair of golden bowls on the side and went out.
A handsome young man stood up and said, "Father, why bother you? I just want to go for a walk."
These two people were none other than the great king of Phoenix Mountain, King Jinbo, and his son, Young Master Jinwu.
"Forget it, my son caught him and held him accountable for his father's death." After hearing this, Dharma King Jinbo thought for a while, put down the golden bowl and nodded.
"My child will definitely live up to his destiny." Master Jinwu clasped his fists and saluted, then turned and walked out of the cave.
Under the leadership of the little demon, they didn't go far before they saw a monk with a face as cold as ice and full of murderous intent.
"Monk, stop here, this is Phoenix Mountain, not a place for you to act wild.
You have hurt all the creatures in my mountain, but if you are willing to capture them without restraint, I can still give you a happy life.
If you are stubborn, you will have to suffer some hardships. "
A golden light flashed in Fahai's eyes, and he saw that he was a centipede spirit with a thousand years old age.
Then he snorted coldly and said: "A little centipede spirit dares to act so recklessly.
The mighty heavenly dragon, the diamond flame, subdue the demons! "
A golden flame ignited from the fly whisk, and as he shook, the flame flew towards Mr. Jinwu and tied him up.
"ah!
"
Young Master Jinwu was entangled in the flames, and suddenly felt a piercing pain, and couldn't help but scream.
It transformed into a 100-foot red centipede, jumped up, and opened and closed its pincers to swallow Fahai.
However, before he could reach Fa Hai, he was burned to ashes by the diamond flames.
Even the flying ashes failed to fly to Fahai's feet.
Fahai took a step forward, and the breeze blew away the fly ash, and he looked up at the cave on the mountainside.
There, King Jinbo, who had rushed out of the cave after hearing the screams, was glaring at him.
"Monk, you dare to hurt my son's life. Today I will refine you into pus." The King of Golden Cymbals shouted and struck the golden bowl in his hand with a loud sound.
A sound wave broke through the air and struck towards Fahai.
"Hmph, witherworm's little trick." Fahai saw the changes in his hand techniques and recited the spell in his mouth.
A ray of Buddha's light suddenly appeared, scattering the sound waves and shining towards the King of Golden Cymbals.
The Buddha's light fell on his body, making Dharma King Golden Cymbal throw sulfuric acid into his body, causing green smoke to rise all over his body.
The Dharma King hurriedly pulled off his dharma robes, and a red Buddha light also rose up to protect himself.
"Where are you from, monk?"
"The poor monk is Fa Hai of Jinshan Temple!" Seeing that the Buddha's light failed to take him away, Fa Hai immediately tugged on his cassock.
"Kasaya, collect the demons!"
Snow-white cassocks floated up like white clouds.
Jin Bo Dharma King had a sudden heart attack when he heard Fa Hai's name. He had naturally heard of Fa Hai's name.
Then I saw the cassock approaching, like a curtain from the sky, and I didn't dare to neglect it at the moment.
Throwing the golden cymbals in his hand, the two golden bowls rotated rapidly, making a ringing sound, and cut two holes in the cassock.
Seeing that the cassock was torn, Fahai took it back and stretched out his hand to hold up the purple gold alms bowl.
He struck out with the golden cymbals.
The two golden bowls of the King of Golden Cymbals are just ordinary magic weapons. How can they stand up to the purple gold bowl of Fahai.
There was a clang sound and the alms bowl was covered in it.
At first there was a clanking sound, but after a while there was no sound.
Apparently it was either suppressed or refined.
Fahai gained the power and was not merciful. He raised his hand to lead the golden bowl towards the Fawang with golden cymbals.
"Master, have mercy on me. I have received the shadow of Buddha in front of Guanyin Bodhisattva's seat." King Jin Bo immediately begged for mercy when he saw it.
Fahai's expression changed immediately after hearing this, "Stop it!"
He raised his palm and took back the purple gold alms bowl.
He looked at the golden cymbal Dharma King and said, "Have you really received the Buddha's shadow in front of the Bodhisattva?"
"I don't dare to deceive the Master. Everything the little demon said is true." The King of Golden Cymbals kowtowed as if he were talking about garlic.
However, secretly, he secretly hid a breath of poisonous gas in his mouthparts.
Seeing Fahai coming up behind him, he suddenly raised his head, and a stream of golden-red poisonous gas sprayed onto Fahai's face.
Fa Hai took a sip unintentionally and felt a sweet sensation in his heart. He felt dizzy and fell to the ground.
King Jinbo stood up and looked at Fahai, whose face was like gold foil and whose body was covered with bloodshot eyes. He laughed and said, "You monk, what if you are Fahai?
You dare to kill my child, how can I not avenge my child? "
"Have you really studied the Dharma in front of Guanyin Bodhisattva?" Just as he was feeling proud, a voice sounded in his ears.
"Who?" He was startled, stopped laughing, and turned around to look.
He was seeing a young Taoist priest dressed in ordinary clothes.
He suddenly remembered that the little demon came to report that he was a monk and a Taoist.
Just now he was only looking for revenge on the monk, but he forgot about this man.
However, the famous monk Fahai was poisoned to death by him, so what can this Taoist do?
Could he still be more powerful than Monk Fahai?
At the moment, he didn't want to talk nonsense, and with a wave of his hand, another poisonous mist was sprayed out.
I just wanted him to slowly struggle to death in the poisonous mist.
However, just as he was about to reach out for Fahai's golden bowl, he caught a glimpse of his own poisonous mist disappearing quickly from the corner of his eye.
He looked over again and saw a long flag standing in front of the Taoist man. There were countless strange cicadas, as golden as glass, swimming on the surface of the flag.
His own poisonous mist was taken away by this flag.
He knew in his heart that this should be a magic weapon that could absorb poisonous mist, so he stretched out his hands.
Two blood-red Wu hooks with fine barbs appeared in his hands.
This is the flying centipede hook that he used to sacrifice his own two pincers earlier.
The golden cymbal has not been used since it was newly refined. At this time, the golden cymbal was destroyed and could only be used for emergencies.
