"The situation over there in Cinsha Valley is a little bad."
On a bronze carriage traveling at extremely fast speeds in the sky, the old Martial God Zhu Huai glanced at the spiritual mirror on the table and said with a solemn expression.
Zhang Tianze, who had been concentrating with his eyes closed, opened his eyes.
He lowered his head and glanced at the spiritual mirror on the table, then frowned slightly.
"It's hard for this little mage."
Zhang Tianze said with a hint of apology in his eyes.
In the picture that appeared in the spiritual mirror, the Fudo Myooh Dharma controlled by Yunyin Temple Xuanzhi had only half of his head left, one arm was broken, and a big hole appeared in his chest.
And because of the immutable Ming Wangxiang and the person who controls it, both suffer losses, and both prosper and prosper.
So at this moment, Monk Xuanzhi also has only half of his head left, and one arm is broken...
It looked terrible.
"As far as I know, although the monks of Yunyin Temple can use the merits of penance to resurrect from the dead, the number of deaths is also limited. Ordinary monks can be resurrected once, which is the limit."
"Although this little mage Xuanzhi is in the Vajra realm, he is probably only one step above ordinary monks."
Zhu Huai, who had once joined hands with the ascetic to kill the enemy on the demon battlefield, looked at Xuan Zhi's body with unbearable eyes.
"When we were on the demon battlefield, they were the ones at the front every time, and they were the ones who died the most."
Zhu Huai sighed.
"Taiping is already on his way there, Mr. Zhu, don't worry too much."
Zhang Tianze tapped his fingers lightly on the table.
"boom!"
At this moment, in the screen of the spiritual mirror, Demon Monk Jingkong's palm of Yama, which seemed to be light and fluttering, pressed on the chest of the Fudo Ming King. As a result, the force of the palm directly shook the Fudo Ming King's shadow and dispersed.
The clothes of Xuanzhi below were torn apart, and the Vajra body was covered with cracks.
He, who was already scarred, turned into a bloody man this time.
The monks behind him, including Master Shibo Qingjue, were not much better than him. Their bodies were all chapped and their robes were dyed blood red.
And this is because there is Fudo Mingwang Xiang behind them to help resist.
Behind them and on their sides, the areas not blocked by the Fudo Myoyo phase, whether they were mountains or hills, had been leveled to the ground due to the aftermath of that palm.
A piece of mountainous land was turned into a plain.
It can be seen that the power of Demon Monk Jingkong's Yama Palm is great.
But neither the Yunyin Temple monk nor Xuanzhi showed any intention of retreating after receiving this palm.
Xuanzhi endured the pain of tearing his body and soul apart, chanted the Buddha's name and shouted:
"Unmoving as a mountain!"
Then, all the monks from Yunyin Temple behind him, led by Master Qingjue, shouted in unison——
"Unmoving as a mountain!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a beam of Buddha's light fell from the sky again and hit Xuanzhi straight on.
In just an instant, his body, which was about to collapse before his eyes, began to recover at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"boom!"
The phantom of Fudo Ming King, which had begun to disperse, became solid again in the blink of an eye, and an unusually strong aura vibrated above the Dharma form.
"call……"
Seeing this scene, the old martial arts god Zhu Huai let out a long breath.
"He deserves to be known as an ascetic who is more trustworthy than your own brothers on the battlefield of demons."
Zhang Tianze, who has been on the battlefield for a long time, also had a look of emotion on his face after seeing this scene.
While the two were talking, Demon Monk Jingkong's voice suddenly sounded in the spiritual mirror:
"Zhang Tianze, Zhu Huai, I know what your plans are, but how long can you hold me in prison? A cup of tea? A stick of incense? Or an hour?"
At the same time as this sound sounded, the aura fluctuations around Demon Monk Jingkong suddenly increased.
He was seen rising into the sky with demonic aura, like a blood-red sword, stabbing straight at the huge golden swastika above the Dansha Valley.
"Boom!..."
The picture in the spiritual mirror trembled.
Immediately afterwards, amidst the blood-colored demonic energy that filled the sky, Demon Monk Jingkong's body suddenly turned pitch black, and arms grew one after another behind him, and each arm held a heart-stopping item. Demonic soldiers.
"This is the four-hand Rahu dharma image of Demon Monk Jingkong. It is the strongest dharma image he has practiced for thousands of years."
After seeing this dharma image, Zhu Huai's face suddenly became nervous.
"Uh-huh!"
While speaking, one of the arms of the four-handed Rahu Dharma Prime raised a long sword and slashed at the Fudo Ming King Prime Minister.
Then there was a "boom", and a long sword mark was cut out of the chest of the Fudo Myoyo who had been restored.
"Brother Tianze, hurry up and hurry up Taiping and his senior. Xuanzhi and the others will definitely not be able to hold up a stick of incense under the power of the four-handed Rahu!"
Zhu Huai's face became extremely nervous.
Zhang Tianze nodded slightly, then picked up a jade plate and said:
"Taiping, where have you been?"
"Xuanzhi is afraid he won't be able to hold on anymore."
…
"Bai Yu, where are we now?"
Xu Taiping, standing on Bai Yu's back in a vast sea of clouds, immediately asked Bai Yu after receiving the message from Zhang Tianze.
"If the estimate is correct, we have just entered Izumo Country and are at least half a stick away from Dansha Valley."
Bai Yu replied.
"Half a stick of incense."
Xu Taiping frowned.
Normally, Bai Yu's current speed is faster than that of some sword cultivators, but time is too tight. If it takes half a stick of incense to arrive at Dansha Valley, little monk Xuanzhi's life may not be saved.
"Taiping, eat that spiritual peach now, and I'll control the sword."
Fairy Lingyue's voice suddenly sounded in Xu Taiping's mind.
