In the blink of an eye, Silver Wolf's giant claws like bear's paws had grabbed hold of the shield.
"Dang!" There was a loud sound, and Silver Wolf stumbled backwards. The shield only swayed slightly before returning to its original state.
"Ouch~" The silver wolf roared wildly, and the whole body trembled with silver light. The whole body suddenly swelled several times again, turning into a giant beast like a hill. It pounced forward with a fierce look in its eyes, and swung its claws left and right. Shoot it in the middle!
"Boom!" A leisurely bell rang!
The wolf claws were released, but the two golden bell shields were still intact. The purple gold cassock exuded a faint Buddha light, like a small scorching sun shining in the eyes.
Everyone watching the battle from a distance was dumbfounded. Elder Fu Mo's Roaring Roar was already a seventh-level spiritual beast. Even the middle-stage Nascent Soul monks did not dare to hit it with all its strength. However, the two young monks stood there and allowed the attack!
I heard another thumping sound coming from the field. The silver wolf's huge claws were swung but could not break through the golden bell shield. It seemed a little angry and suddenly flapped its wings fiercely, and its body shape shrank sharply. , but after a few breaths, it became only half of its previous size, like an ordinary little wolf. At the same time, the horn on the top of the silver wolf's head suddenly lit up as it expanded and contracted!
A ray of silver light arrived instantly!
"Dang!" There was another loud noise, and the silver light hit the shield of the thin monk who bore the brunt. Although the shield of the golden bell was intact, the monk swayed slightly and took two steps back before he stabilized himself and received this blow. His face turned out to be a little pale.
"Second Senior Brother, let's go around for a while!" Seeing this scene, the fat monk turned around again and said.
"Amitabha, let's go into the mountain!" The thin monk slowly shook his head and walked toward the crowd in front!
Seeing this scene, Master Fumo finally had a strange look on his face.
The innate talent of Xiao Tianhou, the piercing divine light, is indestructible. He is especially good at breaking armor and shields. However, he still did not break through the defense of this cassock. It seems that the origins of these two young monks are not simple.
But I have never heard of this Basket Temple, and I don’t know which fairy mountain it is on.
It would be unwise to create such a strong enemy for no reason, but if the sect's holy land is allowed to break into, it will be a loss of face if it spreads!
While thinking about it, many disciples behind him had already sacrificed many magic weapons and were preparing to surround the two of them.
"Stop!" Master Fu Mo waved his hand and stopped everyone's movements.
His eyes were wandering and his face was thoughtful, and finally he slowly took out a wooden stick. The stick was tapering at one end and thick at the other. The whole body was smooth, as if it was a lump of wood that had been played with for a long time. The lines were clear and visible.
"The young monk is very courageous, I appreciate it very much! How about this, if the young monk can take the blow of my magic pestle, I will let you go into the mountain. How about it?" He seemed to have made a decision and said loudly. .
"Do you really mean what you said?" The fat monk's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he asked.
"I am the elder of the Mountain Guard of the Jintian Sect, how can you be joking!?" Master Fu Mo replied loudly.
"Then the little monk will take the real man's blow!" The fat monk clasped his hands together and took a step forward.
"Real person please!"
After the fat monk finished speaking, his face became calm, and he no longer had the cowering expression before. He made a Buddha seal with both hands, and when he opened his mouth again, lotus flowers came out of his mouth accompanied by Sanskrit sounds!
As soon as the lotus came out, it immediately hit the golden bell in front of him, then spread out suddenly, and then turned into a layer of pale golden light and stuck to the shield. Lotus flowers were spat out from the fat monk's mouth, but in a moment, the golden light became thicker and thicker. Layers upon layers, as if a golden bell made of pure gold appeared in the field!
Seeing such a strange phenomenon, Master Fu Mo's face became pale, and all his mana poured into the Demon Fu pestle in his hand. Without any fancy movements, he just raised the Demon Fu pestle high!
A suffocating and powerful breath filled the air!
Feeling this powerful aura, the crowd retreated like a tide, and the white-faced man was secretly happy when he saw the master finally performing his special skill.
"Master is already in the late stage of Nascent Soul, and there are very few people in the world who can withstand the blow of the Demonic Pestle. Under this pestle, the little monk will probably be wiped out!"
"Suppress the demon!" A soft shout!
A huge shadow of a wooden staff appeared from the Demon-Conquering Pestle, and then disappeared instantly. When it reappeared, it had already landed on the golden bell!
"Boom——" A loud noise!
A visible sound wave spread in all directions.
The bell seemed to be ringing in everyone's minds. Many low-level disciples could hardly keep their bodies steady. Many disciples even held their heads and blocked their ears, and their whole bodies were trembling with light to resist this invisible attack.
When everyone calmed down, they found that there was only one figure left on the field, and the other fat monk was missing!
"Where are the people?"
"He should be dead!"
Everyone was looking around, and some even thought that the fat monk had been wiped out by the demon-busting elder. But just as everyone was talking about it, a ball of golden light slowly floated up from the cliff.
It was the fat monk, but at this moment the golden bell around him had long since disappeared, and his whole body was covered in scars. Only the purple and gold cassock on his body was still intact, but its light was dim.
"Amitabha, the master's blow almost killed the young monk! Fortunately, the young monk had thick skin and thick flesh, and he barely blocked the attack." The fat monk bared his teeth and looked like he was in pain. He scratched his head with his hands from time to time. There is no longer the solemn look before.
"Does what the real person says still count?" He patted his cassock and walked to the skinny monk, asking loudly.
"Anyone who can master my three techniques of subduing demons is naturally qualified to be a guest of the Near Heaven Sect!" Master Fumo looked at the fat monk. On the surface, he seemed calm, but in his heart, there was already a turmoil.
This Demon-Subduing Pest is the first move of the Three Demon-Subduing Styles. Although it is not the strongest attack, with the blessing of the Demon-Subduing Pestle, even monks of the same level cannot resist it head-on.
Although he also left some room, the little monk in front of him seemed to be in a state of embarrassment, but he didn't seem to have suffered any real harm, which made it difficult for him to accept for a while.
However, it seems that the two young monks really have no ill intentions, so why not just invite them for a tour, which can be regarded as making friends with the masters behind them!
"But... I heard that you accepted the magic weapons from your disciples. This is not what a guest should do!" Master Fu Mo glanced at the bag on the fat monk's waist.
"What the real person said makes sense, and the young monk went overboard!" The fat monk nodded immediately when he heard what he said. He quickly took off the bag from his waist and dumped it in front of him. He only heard a clanking sound, and a dozen silver dragon whips and many treasures were revealed. Just flew out.
Immediately, a dozen people flew over to retrieve their respective treasures.
"Li Yun, please take these two guests to visit Near Heaven Peak! It's a good idea to entertain them, so don't neglect them!" Seeing that the young monk was interested, Master Fumo turned around and gave instructions.
"Yes, Master!" The white-faced man was reluctant to hear this, but still respectfully accepted the order, "Two guests, please come this way!"
"Thank you all the benefactors for your kind invitation!" The thin monk smiled and bowed in return to the nearly a hundred monks who were staring eagerly in front of him, and then followed the white-faced man and walked towards the mountain.
