I'm Trying My Best to Add Some Cultivators in the World of Ninth Uncle

The look of waving teeth and claws directly made the prince's face stiff.

After a violent bombardment, the prince who was extremely arrogant just now was beaten and screamed, his whole body was covered with dark marks.

The old monk showed kindness on his face, "Monster, are you convinced?"

He is the most kind-hearted monk, and he likes to reason with others.

The prince took two steps back, exhaled twice like a human being, and a strange green light radiated from his whole body.

The body turned black, the hair turned green, the claws grew longer, and even the fangs became sharper.

Wu Gensheng looked at it, and took a step back silently. Zhao Wenzhuo also took a step back as if he had a heart.

The old monk was left standing alone in front, becoming the real C.

Of course, it is also the thorn in the side of this zombie!

The old monk silently looked at Wu Gensheng and Zhao Wenzhuo. The young man nowadays really doesn't talk about martial arts, and he doesn't know how to take care of him, a 69-year-old old comrade.

Although I don't know what happened to the zombie on the opposite side, it's like beating a chicken's blood or sucking the blood of a close relative, and it has become extraordinarily powerful.

It's a little tricky!

Before the old monk could figure it out, the prince on the opposite side had already rushed over, and the old monk's face changed, the speed was too fast.

Compared with just now, it is simply a difference between a sky and a ground.

He directly backhanded, and the vajra pestle in his hand was heavily blocked in front of him.

"Clang!"

The vajra flashed brightly and hit the prince heavily, making a harsh sound of metal colliding.

The trembling sensation that came back was extremely strong, and the shaking old monk couldn't hold his hand steady. He took several steps back and thrust the vajra in his hand into the ground, only then stopped the tendency of retreating and stood firm.

And the prince didn't pursue him either, he just stood not far from the old monk, looked at him with his head tilted, his face was weird, and he laughed.

Looking at it like that, it was already an obvious mockery!

Being ridiculed by a monster, is this something normal people can bear?

Normal people can't bear it, but can an old monk bear it?

Wu Gensheng looked at the old monk with great interest, and he wanted to see what the compassionate old monk was going to do.

Is it necessary to slap the left cheek and then send the right cheek?

"Amitabha!"

The old monk proclaimed the Buddha's name again, "I wanted to persuade you to act kindly and spare your life, why do you have to force me?"

He raised his head slowly, and slammed the vajra rod in his hand on the spot, causing countless cracks to appear on the ground.

"Buddha, there is also an angry-eyed Vajra!"

The old monk shook it vigorously, and the shirt on his body was thrown off directly, revealing his strong muscles.

Picking up the vajra with both arms, he slammed it towards the royal zombie!

With that mighty and vigorous appearance, it really doesn't look like an old man!

Wu Gensheng had a weird look on his face, not to mention him, even the prince was a little dumbfounded.

A zombie, baring its teeth and claws, and a monk, a monk of muscle, waving a vajra pestle vigorously.

The fight between the two guys was in full swing, like a demolition team, you punched and kicked each other, and the grave was covered with dust.

"This old abbot, I don't know how to train his muscles, tsk tsk!"

Wu Gensheng was a little envious when he looked at it. Apart from his handsome face and handsome looks, he was really not as good as this muscular man.

Zhao Wenzhuo looked at the old abbot, and put on his clothes silently, feeling really embarrassed.

"Monster, are you convinced?"

The old monk swung the vajra fiercely, and the Buddha's light suddenly appeared on it, and the transformed Bodhisattvas all had angry faces.

Bang Dang hit the prince's chest all of a sudden, knocking him back again and again.

"boom!"

It was another blow. The prince's chest was originally swollen, and women would bow their heads silently when they saw it, but now, it was directly punched into two grooves.

"Roar!"

The prince roared, and quickly grabbed and swung it away, bursts of green light gathered on its claws, it was a severe corpse poison.

As long as it gets a little bit on, the old monk probably will burp on the spot!

But he didn't panic, his left hand was erected directly in front of his chest, with a kind face, a golden bell appeared outside his body.

The prince slapped heavily on it, but it didn't make any waves!

The old monk put his left hand down, his eyebrows were glaring, and he held the pestle in both hands, and another heavy pestle fell from the sky and hit the prince on the head.

There was a bang, and there was a muffled sound of metal colliding. The floor was the first to lose the pressure and burst into bursts.

The prince fell straight into the mud, the old monk's eyes lit up, he picked up the vajra pestle and hit him three times in a row, smashing the prince straight into the ground.

Immediately afterwards, he quickly backed up, thrust the vajra in his hand on the spot, and placed his left hand on his chest, proclaiming the Buddha's name.

"Amitabha, monks must..."

"Forget it, fuck it, I'm tired, let the old man rest for a while."

As he said that, the old monk stuffed the vajra into Zhao Wenzhuo's hand, sat down on the ground beside him, panting heavily.

Zhao Wenzhuo: ...

Chapter 188 Nine Character Mantra

I just said to be compassionate, but now I have to glare at King Kong.

You just said that you are a monk, so fuck you now!

Wu Gensheng was almost amused, this old monk is really interesting.

"Boom!"

There was a strange noise, and everyone turned their heads, only to notice that the prince who had just been hammered into the ground disappeared without a trace.

And there is an obvious trace on the ground, the soil is turned towards the two sides, and it seems that something is crawling inside.

And the end of the trace turned out to be the wall of the tomb!

The three of them looked at it before entering the door. The tomb was built extremely strong, with many traps, as if to prevent tomb robbers from visiting.

The walls are the most important thing, and a full three-foot-wide granite is used!

Isn't that the weird sound just now?

The next moment, the prince broke out from the ground, his round head seemed a bit flat.

I don't know if the old monk smashed it with the vajra pestle just now, or the idiot Wang Ye just hit it himself?

Seemingly aware of the strange eyes of the crowd, the prince became furious and roared angrily.

With a leap, he rushed towards Zhao Wenzhuo.

The old monk is not afraid, but Zhao Wenzhuo, who likes reasoning more than the old monk, will be afraid?

"The little tricks of carving insects, you dare to make an axe!"

Zhao Wenzhuo didn't even bother to knead the magic formula, he directly pulled the vajra pestle around in a circle, and smashed the prince upside down with a heavy pestle.

The wall of the tomb was also cracked by him, and strange green liquid flowed out of the prince's mouth from time to time.

The poor prince, who has been lying on this dragon's vein for so many years, should have become a formidable figure that no one dared to provoke.

But before he went out, he bumped into three powerful people, not to mention committing crimes, they were occupying one side.

His grandma didn't even suck a mouthful of blood!

This is probably the most embarrassing thing to do as a zombie!

The more the prince thought about it, the more angry he became. He was also a prince before he was alive, a member of the royal family, and an absolute master, but today he fell into such a fate.

hateful!

The prince glared sharply, opened his mouth, and a green round thing flew out of his mouth.

"Ok?"

Wu Gensheng couldn't help being surprised, he had never seen a zombie with inner alchemy, what's going on?

It would be great if Uncle Jiu was there, he would definitely know something.

"hey-hey!"

The old monk beside him smiled, he was shirtless and panting, "Young man, don't you understand, who said that the one lying in the coffin must be a zombie?"

"Besides, have you ever seen a talking zombie?"

Wu Gensheng was startled, it seems that Uncle Jiu really never said that there are any zombies that can talk, unless!

Zombie King!

But it is obviously impossible. If the opponent is the zombie king, they will all belch on the spot.

The kind that even the Da Luo Jinxian couldn't save when he came to the world!

Do you really think that the name of zombies not entering the Three Realms and jumping into the Five Elements is just blown out?

The real zombie king can exist in Li Li's fairy.

"Then what is he?"

Wu Gensheng narrowed his eyes, and the strange and boring little knowledge seemed to increase again.

The old monk also shook his head. To be honest, he seemed to have never seen this weird thing before.

Neither human, nor stiff, nor demon, but he could still spit out inner alchemy.

Um?Neidan?

The old monk's complexion changed, and he quickly said to Zhao Wenzhuo who was watching the changes, "It's dangerous!"