"Master, master, help! Master, please save Yang Zhao's life!"
Yang Zhao's mind was focused on the secret passage, and he waited with bated breath for the response inside.
But inside, only the sounds of other people escaping from the secret passage could be heard, but no response from the skeleton was heard.
She was a little desperate. It was probably that the place where the skeleton was staying was too far from the exit, and he might not be able to hear Yang Zhao's cry for help at all.
With spells flying around him, Yang Zhao shouted again. Without waiting for the other party's response, he struggled to get up and wanted to continue running away.
As soon as she stood up, she felt wind coming from the back of her head. She pushed her feet hard on the ground and rolled to the side.
"Bang! Boom!"
The big tail fell from the sky and collapsed the entrance to the secret passage.
In addition to the flying stones at the entrance, you can vaguely hear the voices of people calling for help in the secret passage.
Yang Zhao used his arms to block the falling stones, and put his fingers between his eyebrows.
"Subtle vacuum, Divine Xiao Zhao Gong, thunder is coming!"
Click!
The thunder and lightning struck directly on the dragon's body, causing it to roll all over the ground. The whole ground was vibrating, as if there was an earthquake.
Now, there were more calls for help in the secret passage.
Yang Zhao was shaken by the electricity, but he couldn't care less and shouted at the people surrounding the dragon's attack.
"There's someone in the secret passage who hasn't come out yet. Can you lure this dragon into the air?"
"We also wanted to, but this dragon is determined not to go up!"
boom! boom! boom!
The dragon was writhing on the ground, and its huge force caused another section of the secret passage to collapse.
Yang Zhao regretted a little, she shouldn't have come here, not only did she not find any foreign aid, but she also implicated other people.
She struggled to get up and shouted: "Give me some time, I will try to run out of the secret passage!"
Vaguely she heard voices underground.
"Amitabha, it's better for me to be a poor monk!"
The sound of the Buddha's name made her feel like hearing fairy music, and she felt like the sky was brightening in an instant.
The ground suddenly collapsed and a large hole appeared. A skeleton stepped out of the hole first, followed by more than 20 monks who supported each other and filed out. Seeing the scene outside, they all started talking.
"I was still wondering who had such strength. It turned out to be the Dragon Spear."
"This dragon spear is crazy!"
"Amitabha, this place is dangerous. Donors, don't stay here anymore. It's important to find a place to heal as soon as possible."
"Thank you, senior, for the help!"
Some people saluted and thanked the skeleton and fled away away from the magic spells flying around. Others said their thanks and directly surrounded the dragon.
"Yang Tanyue, how could you be so seriously injured?"
The skeleton turned around and saw Yang Zhao.
"Master, I'm really sorry. That dragon spear came here to hunt me down. I was careless when I escaped."
"Tan Yue doesn't have to blame himself. When his life is hanging by a thread, no one will think too much. There should be some people trapped in the secret passage here. We can't let them continue to run wild here. The poor monk is going to use the dragon spear. "
The skeleton glowed with golden light, and the bones were coated with a layer of illusory flesh and blood. A tall monk wearing a bright red cassock stood in front of Yang Zhao.
The great monk stretched out his hand and a nine-ring tin staff came out of the ground and flew into his hand.
He raised one palm and chanted the mantra softly.
"Vajrapani Bodhisattva Panzabani, get up!"
I saw that the dragon rolling on the ground was slowly lifted into the air by an invisible force.
Everyone turned around in surprise, winked at each other, and stepped aside with a huff.
The dragon spear was a little angry.
"Who is meddling in other people's business here!"
"Amitabha is just a poor monk."
The dragon turned over and lowered his head, looking intently.
"Hey! This is really new. I haven't seen a monk in hundreds of years, but I actually met a dead monk in this ruined ruins?! Great monk, if you didn't reincarnate earlier, why are you showing off your skeleton here!"
"Amitabha, donor, where you were fighting just now, there is a secret passage below where the poor monk is buried. Now because of you, many people are trapped inside. There is no other way, so the poor monk can only invite you to go up."
"You feel sorry for those people in the secret passage. It's easy. Leave the woman behind you to me and I'll get up and leave without saying a word!"
The tin staff in the great monk's hand was lightly tapped and slowly rose up to the dragon's eyes.
"The donor is joking. She is behind the poor monk. If you want to take her away, you will naturally have to step over the skeleton of the poor monk."
The great monk spoke calmly and resonantly.
"You think I'm afraid of you, but you still dare to compete with me with a skeleton!"
The dragon opened its mouth, and a thick water dragon rushed towards the great monk.
With a sweep of the great monk's tin staff, the water dragon was scattered. The two of them fought back and forth.
Although it seems that their cultivation levels are similar, Jiaolong's body is huge and bloated in comparison, and he is not as agile as the monk. He often catches the gap and hits him with a stick.
The dragon was not a vegetarian. After fighting for a few rounds, it simply turned into itself. A big gun flew up and down around the great monk, and it was much faster this time.
Yang Zhao took this opportunity to take out the wound medicine secreted by the sunfish from the Qiankun bag, scooped out a little and stuffed it into his mouth, sat down cross-legged on the spot, and used his spiritual power to activate the medicine to run quickly.
This thing tastes fishy and tastes similar to nasal mucus.
But the medicine was really good. Not long after the medicine was taken, she felt much lighter, and even the pain was reduced by more than half.
The dragon spear was unable to attack for a long time. Seeing Yang Zhao sitting on the ground practicing his martial arts, he feinted and struck down with one shot.
"Donor, the poor monk is still here. Where are you going?"
The great monk swung his tin staff and hit the tail of the gun body, then fished it back and pulled it back.
"Bald donkey, you are looking for death!"
The dragon gun was covered in blood mist, and it pierced the great monk's head with one shot.
