White Bone Monkey King

The strongest men in the pseudo-fourth realm were fighting fiercely here, and the fight on Jin An's side also became intense from the beginning.

"Weishu is afraid of thunder, nephew Xuanlei, you contain Weishu Temple!"

"My nephews, please join me in fighting the evil spirits and buy time for my senior brother, Master Zunzhu, and the others!"

The real person Qingxi transformed into the sun goddess Xihe. The tall divine shadow sat on the dragon chariot carrying the sun and Ruomu. The bright divine light hit the heaven and earth like raging waves, rising up one after another with golden flames of divine light. Po Gui Yun Heiye stood in front of everyone.

"careful."

The tall sun goddess on the dragon chariot lowered her head to look at the statues of Jin'an and Qianyan Taojun. After giving her instructions, she led the elders of Yujing Jinque to resist the fierce attack of the demonic flames from the Snake Temple, the Blood Monk, and the Shattered Monk. The face girl shares the pressure for Taoist Zhanmu.

The sun goddess Xi He raised her hand and held out the saint's golden page. The runes were brilliant, and the sky was densely covered with runes. Each one was as grand as a mountain peak, and the words were heavy. They were articles from the saint, and they were killing the girl with a broken face with a towering murderous intent.

The writings of saints can enlighten people's wisdom and educate sentient beings. They can also clear up the world and kill people with their pen.

The blood monk who was walking on the road with the ghostly hair of a woman with a broken face erupted with an astonishing blood light, exuding a thrilling and terrifying aura. These obsessive demons clearly have the strength of the strongest in the pseudo-fourth realm of humanity!

At this moment, the twelve ring scars on the Blood Monk's head spurted out twelve thick streams of blood energy, like incense offered to the Bodhisattva, all of which were absorbed by the Blood Bodhisattva behind him.

The Blood Bodhisattva skyrocketed and then skyrocketed. In the blink of an eye, it had already skyrocketed to ten feet, casting a huge shadow on the ground, covering the entire coffin truck.

The gigantic Blood Bodhisattva pinched the lotus seal with his hand, and then transformed into a thousand hands, blasting out thousands of Buddha hand seals in an instant. The speed was as fast as a shadow, and continuous sonic boom clouds were shot out of the air, blasting towards the overwhelming runes.

Boom!

Boom!

The sky exploded continuously, as terrifying as a flash flood.

Amidst the roaring sound, the saint's article was as brilliant as gold and unparalleled in its sharpness. Unexpectedly, the Thousand-Handed Blood Bodhisattva actually resisted the saint's golden page.

After all, there is a gap in realm.

One person is in the late stage of the third realm, and the other is the strongest person in the pseudo-fourth realm.

The Blood Bodhisattva's neck suddenly rotated several times, and finally transformed into more than a dozen Buddha heads. The Buddha heads sprayed out Netherworld Buddha fire, burning towards the coffin truck and the Sun Goddess Xihe, who was the biggest target.

These Buddhist fires are neither hot nor sacred. On the contrary, they are cold and have no warmth, giving people a cold and palpitating feeling.

The dragon chariot under the sun goddess Xihe rushed forward with divine light. The sun carried by the dragon chariot flew into the Netherworld Buddha Fire with dazzling flames.

boom!

At the moment when the two collided, there was a phantom representation of a divine bird in the great sun, just like the representation of the golden crow from ancient mythology, trying to flutter its wings and fly out of the sun. The scene was astonishing.

At this time, there was a sharp scream, like thousands of women roaring in hatred and pain in unison, with a terrifying penetrating power that penetrated the eardrums. Hearing it made his head split, and there were faint signs of instability in the spiritual visualization.

A woman with a broken face, whose face looked like a patchwork of mottled porcelain, also came to kill with a black tide of ghostly hair that could submerge a mountain of bones.

This is also the strongest person in the pseudo-fourth realm. Faced with the impact of evil thoughts in the late third realm, he does not dare to resist.

The elders of Yujing Jinque knew that they must not take half a step back at this time, and they could not let Master Qingxi fall into a situation of fighting alone. Under the leadership of Master Chiyuan, they gritted their teeth and held on to sacrifice the magic weapon. Suddenly, the divine light was like a wave, and they faced the enemy. Ghost hair and black tide.

The ghostly hair on the back of the girl's head turned into a rain of thorns, and in the black air, they all stabbed towards the coffin truck.

The scene was like a small boat facing the roaring waves of the ocean. The coffin truck carrying thousands of kilograms of bronze coffins seemed much smaller and insignificant in front of it.

At just this moment, a powerful light flashed from the ghost cloud above the head, followed by a roar of thunder, and blazing thunder pierced the black clouds, carrying the thunder light from the sky to the sun, and directly struck the Zhongwei Snake God. Temple, interrupt this obsessive demon to join the battle group.

It was Master Xuan Lei who took action.

Master Xuan Lei carries a big bell on his shoulder, with the mouth of the bell pointing in the direction of the Snake Temple. It is the same thunder bell that Zhengdao harvested when he besieged Bulao Mountain.

Xuanlei Zhenren, who has a thick frame and a burly and strong body, raised his palms wrapped with electric snakes. He drew a palm thunder charm on each palm, then raised his eyebrows and raised his eyebrows and struck the thunder bell again: "Evil! Again! Eat this real person’s thunder!”

Boom!

The sky and the earth buzzed, like winter thunder exploding in the ears. The air around the coffin truck shook violently like particles. The ghost-haired black waves surrounding the coffin truck by the woman with a broken face all exploded, and the offensive stalled.

Master Chi Yuan seized the opportunity, made smoke from his seven orifices, and sprayed out the blazing true fire of Samadhi, which instantly burned the surrounding ghost hair cleanly. Sparks and ashes scattered in the sky, like thousands of fireflies lighting up this dark underworld.

"Taoist Master Jin'an!" Master Chi Yuan shouted.

Jin Anxin understood this, and in tacit agreement, he immediately used the Wind-Fixing Bead to stop the wind within a hundred steps of the coffin truck.

The next moment, Elder Yujing Jinque's chest swelled like a blower, like a wind master blowing out several strong winds, which in the blink of an eye expanded into a storm that spread for several miles.

Wherever the hurricane passed, sparks flew all over the sky, igniting the black tide of ghost hair and turning the mountain into a sea of ​​hellfire. The stench of burning carrion emitted from the sea of ​​corpses and bones, and the stench filled the air.

However, because Jin An sacrificed the Wind-fixing Bead in advance, the fire and the stench of black smoke did not spread to the coffin truck, but were quickly burned towards the obsessive demons.

The face-shattering witch suddenly transformed into a fire-haired witch.

As expected of the strongest person in the pseudo-fourth realm, the woman with the broken face shed tears of blood from her eyes, and the woman with the broken face let out a roar of resentment, spreading out a terrifying wave of Yin energy like a bottomless abyss. This cold air was so oppressive that it made people tremble. , the soul has a sense of shocking hallucination.

This eruption of terrifying Yin Qi fluctuations is like cold water on the head, extinguishing the true fire of Samadhi that caused the upper body to burn.

Nourished by the Yin Qi, the burned ghost hair grew rapidly like black waves again, covering the surrounding bone mountains again.

The Samadhi True Fire plus the Thunder Bell Magic Weapon caused minimal damage to the Shattered Face Girl.

However, the Tinglei Bell was not originally designed to deal with the girl with a broken face.

The Thunder Bell blasted out a shock wave of thunder light visible to the naked eye, and the Temple of the Serpent was hit in the head. It was stagnant for a thought and then recovered.

A person's thoughts are as fast as an instant, so the Snake Temple was restored in an instant.

For ordinary people, a person's thought is indeed an instant matter, but in the battle between Yuan Shen masters, the difference of one thought is enough to determine the outcome, but...

The people on the right side were all stuck in the coffin truck, unable to seize this momentary opening, pass through the obstacles of the Shattered Face Girl and the Blood Bodhisattva, bully those close to the Snake Temple, and cause harm to this demon.

Being struck by lightning continuously angered the Serpent Temple.

There were many people whispering in the Snake Temple, and people's temples could be heard bulging and beating, as if there were thousands of people hiding in the small temples.

Everyone in the car hugged the mourning platform and guarded the Qingming Festival. All the whispers disappeared, and instead, many dead people poured out of the doors and windows of the Snake Temple.

The number of dead is too great!

Thousands!

A flood of corpses!

One layer after another, they were densely packed, and finally turned into a wall of corpses dozens of feet high, covering the coffin truck.

The scene was like a mangled rotten corpse of an evil god, with corpse maggots pouring out from its mouth, nose and eyes. The scene was a bit shocking.