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"It's purely an injustice!"

"Brothers, come on!"

Thousands of ghosts: I believe in you ghosts!

"kill!"

Without hesitation, everyone rushed towards the army of ghosts and monsters.

Lin Que's master-level physical body was fully opened, with twelve wings covering the sky and the sun.

The Heavenly Punisher in his hand opened and closed, and the light of the saber flashed, entangled a semi-holy ghost.

Sun Xiaosheng's firepower was fully fired, and the golden long stick slashed through the mysterious trajectory.

Obviously the realm is not enough, but also tightly entangled the half-holy ghost.

Ye Ni was not to be outdone, his sword qi was vertical and horizontal, and the seven-star Longyuan sword burst out with all its strength.

The three of them were like a rainbow, and the three powerful ghosts were in a mess.

The pressure on Monk Refuge suddenly lightened, now is not the time to settle accounts with Lin Que.

The Buddha's power in the body gradually faded, and the devil's energy grew!

Switching to the form of a demon head, the undisciplined monk's aura climbed to the extreme, and the vajra pestle burst into black light, smashing at the three and a half saints.

For a while, the two sides fought evenly.

The battle situation on the ground has also risen to a fever pitch.

"Ow!"

Amidst the screams like killing a pig, there was a ghost holding his back and jumping hundreds of feet high.

"Be careful, brothers!"

"On this battlefield, there are unclean things!"

Qin Feng held the Overlord Spear and licked his lips.

"Poke!"

On the other hand, Mo Qingcheng also did his best.

"Wow!"

The ice phoenix spread its wings and filled the sky with ice crystals, making her a goddess of icebergs.

She has a beautiful face, but she is merciless in her strikes, turning into a killing machine for harvesting monsters.

Xia Yuyan, Yang Dingfeng...

With the joining of these people, the situation that was extremely unfavorable to the Vatican Temple was reversed in an instant.

but.

After all, those three ghosts have a semi-holy realm.

Soon he stabilized his position and began to counterattack.

During the burst of full power, the monstrous ghost aura descended, not only blocking the siege of Lin Que's four people, but also setting the army of ghosts on fire.

when!

The sharp claws left afterimages, and several figures flew out backwards.

Tianzhu, Qixing Longyuan and other weapons were all released, flipped in the air, and inserted into the ground.

It was even worse for the monk who didn't quit. Inadvertently, his thigh was pierced by the ghost's claw, and the blood with black light was spilled all over the ground.

Everyone's expressions changed slightly.

Even if their strength skyrocketed, the four of them would work together to face the three and a half saints, but they would still be powerless.

Even if you can hold on, it can't change the outcome of failure.

Lin Que's eyes were serious.

Not just them.

On the ground, the monks of Vatican Temple broke out with all their might.

But it is still difficult to stop the siege of Li Gui, and more than half of the staff has been reduced.

He instantly realized that it is not rational to fight recklessly, and that escaping to be a genius is the right way.

"System, where is my Italian cannon!"

With a roar in his heart, he took out a golden pineapple.

"fire!"

Chapter 1780

Throwing the pineapple violently, the vigorous jackfruit exploded in the center of the battlefield.

Whoa!

The golden flesh fell all over the sky, Xiangrui from the sky!

Those monks and ghosts who have never seen the horror of Dali Paramita were very puzzled.

"What is this kid doing?"

"Could it be that we are tired from the fight and want us to eat some fruit to replenish our strength?"

But then, they discovered that they were still too young.

A special aura spread, and soon swept the entire battlefield.

"Fuck! What does this smell like? Who took off their shoes!"

The smell is getting stronger and stronger, and the two sides in the war can't care about fighting the enemy bravely.

Nerves are paralyzed!

The battlefield is in chaos, and mourners are everywhere!

Even the three and a half saints in the sky were affected!

They held their breath, trying to drive away the smell with ghost air.

But the smell was like tarsal maggots, fused with their cells, so it couldn't be erased.

It stinks!

Lin Que and the others had been prepared for a long time, put on gas masks, and survived.

Seeing this scene, he made a big move and started with weapons.

"kill!"

The four of them broke out with all their strength, and they aimed at a demi-saint at the same time with a tacit understanding.

Sword Qi, Sword Qi, Stick Light, Magic Pestle.

Fall at the same time!

boom!

The loud noise shook the sky, and the half-sage was still entangled with the stench, and didn't react at all.

Destroyed!

The half saint died, and the formation that Li Gui had just stabilized was in chaos again.

"withdraw!"

Everyone gathered in one place, looked in one direction, and finally broke out of the encirclement!

After a while, the two half holy ghosts finally got rid of the shadow of the stench.

They were furious and their eyes were red.

As powerful ghosts, when did they suffer such grievances?

"Chase!"

"Don't kill these beasts today."

"I waited in vain for a ghost saint!"

Then, under their leadership, the army moved in unison, chasing Lin Que and his party relentlessly!

the other side.

Lin Que and the others ran away with all their might.

But he was already injured, and his power wasted so much.

The distance between them and the ghost behind them is getting closer.

If things go on like this, it's only a matter of time before they are caught up.

"Stinky Monk, you have done me a disservice this time!"

A monk who does not quit has no guilt.

"Now is not the time to talk about this, it's the right answer to think about how to get out!"

Qin Feng looked anxious.

"Lin Quede, where's your Dali Paramita?"

"Give them another one!"

Lin Que shook his head directly.

"The great thing about that thing is that it wins by surprise."

"They are now on guard, and it won't do much!"

Everyone fell silent.

In the face of slow death, they have nothing to do.

Their conversation was heard by the surviving Vatican Temple disciples behind them.

As they looked at each other, the determination became clearer in their eyes.

Then, these monks stopped at the same time.

Lin Que and the others noticed their strange movements, so they had no choice but to stop.

"What are you going to do?"

"Don't do something stupid!"

"Amitabha!"

A group of monks raised their hands in front of them and shouted the Buddha's name in unison, extremely firm.

"I don't go to hell who goes to hell."

"Brother, don't quit, all benefactors."

"You go."

"These ghosts, let me stop them."

Their tone is extremely calm, and what is contained in it is the determination to live to death!

"do not want!"

Ignoring Lin Que and others' obstruction, the monks all turned around and faced the army of ghosts at a faster speed than before!

The blood-stained monk's robes are hunting, and the sound of the Buddha's trumpet is low!

But for the army of ghosts, these monks are undoubtedly the Mantis Armed Forces.

Body after body was torn apart by the ghosts, and in the blink of an eye, those monks were swallowed up by the sea of ​​ghost energy.

Everyone saw it, and their eyes were red.