The third world does not cross the demon

Under Young Master Lian Yue's astonished gaze, a group of black shadows circled extremely quickly to where they were standing just now...

Young Master Lian Yue came back to his senses from the trance just now.He clenched the black flute in his hand, staring at the black shadow hovering above his head.

"What is this?" Young Master Lian Yue felt an extremely dangerous aura.

Before Monk Budu could answer, the black shadow dropped several black lightning bolts towards them...

"Be careful!" Monk Budu instantly moved in front of Young Master Lian Yue, protecting him behind him, raised his broad and powerful palm above his head, and was struck by a black lightning...

"Pfft!" Monk Budu quickly withdrew his arm, spitting out a big mouthful of blood...

"Hey! Monk! How are you?" Young Master Lian Yue hurriedly supported the monk from behind.

However, the black shadow did not give them any chance to breathe, hundreds of black lightning bolts shot straight at them...

No matter how fast Young Master Lian Yue was, he still couldn't escape from these lightning bolts.I can only watch these deadly lightning pouring down...

Seeing these black lightnings getting closer and closer in his pupils...

Monk Budu clasped his hands together again, frowned, and used the Buddhist supernatural power - "Golden Bell Mantra".

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

……

The big golden bell rang a hundred times, every time it rang, Monk Budu's body became weaker.

And Young Master Lian Yue was also in the midst of the bells, tightly covering his ears, his body curled up into a ball, like a bent shrimp, in unbearable pain.

Finally, after the last black lightning flashed across the Admiralty, the Admiralty disintegrated instantly...

There was bright red blood on the corner of Monk Budu's mouth. He clutched his chest in pain. When he was about to lose his stature, he glanced at Young Master Lianyue who was huddled together, took a few deep breaths, and quickly tapped his fingertips on his chest. After a few strokes, Shengsheng stabilized his figure.

After Master Lian Yue was no longer illuminated by Monk Budu's Buddha light, his pale face gradually returned to normal. He slowly put down his hands covering his ears, raised his head, and saw the shocking blood on the corner of Monk Budu's mouth...

He didn't know why, but he felt a pinprick in his heart.

Young Master Lian Yue stood up abruptly, grabbed the monk's wrist, and said anxiously, "Monk, how are you?"

"Little monk..." Before Monk Budu finished speaking, the black shadow above his head flew towards them at an extremely fast speed...

Monk Budu grabbed Young Master Lianyue's wrist with his backhand, supported his injured body, and wanted to fight again...

However, he was firmly grasped by Mr. Lian Yue's slender and slender hand, and Mr. Lian Yue said in a rare serious tone: "You adjust your breath first! Let me do it!"

Monk Budu still wanted to be brave, but Young Master Lian Yue took the first step, the silver needles on his fingertips were shining, and he shot towards the black shadow...

The force was so strong that a corner of Monk Budu's white cassock flew up...

However, before these silver needles touched the shadow, they were bounced back by the powerful palm force...

It bounced straight towards the two of them...

A fierce flash of light flashed in Lian Yue's eyes, and he pushed Budu monk away with his palm, while he himself flew up with his deep internal strength...

Holding a black flute in his hand, he deftly avoided the silver needles, and when he got close to the black shadow, he saw an extremely familiar face, and Mr. Lian Yue's heart was shocked...

Above this group of black shadows, Monk Budu's resolute face gradually emerged with a half-smile!