Baili Wind heard Mo Qian's words, and immediately looked around to find the monks and nuns with burdens, and at this time, many monks and nuns had already rushed to him, and they greeted him with ring sticks, simple knives, crescent shovels, and tin rods.
"Liu Sheng, you get out of here."
The mace swept through the hundred-mile wind and forced everyone back.
"Vajra Palm", "Demon Suppression Knife Method", "Bodhi Stick", "Pudu Cihang" "Pu your mother, get out of the way."
Seeing that these monks and nuns did not know how to advance or retreat, Baili Storm suddenly became angry, and the mace came out upside down and attacked an obese monk.
There were many sharp thorns at the tip of the mace, and the fat monk was instantly injured and bleeding after being smashed into the air.
Compared with the hundred miles of wind, the number of monks and nuns who attacked Mo Wen was smaller, only the three white-eyed old monks, but these three people were all around the age of Gu Xi, and their cultivation was profound, although they were barehand, their extended aura was extremely strong, and the three of them worked together to drag Mo Wen to death, although they did not shout, they were extremely sharp when they made moves, obviously wanting to take him down as soon as possible.
The number of people besieging the hundred-mile wind is larger, there have been two people poisoned and killed before, the death of these two people is related to the hundred-mile wind in the eyes of everyone, the monks and nuns have taken out the housekeeping skills in order to protect themselves, and desperately rushed to the hundred-mile wind, the hundred-mile wind was blocked in place and it was difficult to move an inch, he was not good at defense, and he was hit by a knife and a stick in an instant.
"Don't force Lao Tzu to kill, you stupid donkeys."
The mace swirled in the wind and forced the besiegers to retreat, but his mace was long and slow, and when he swung it, it was slow to return, and a short monk took the opportunity to lie on the ground and hit him in the left leg with his club.
"Don't ask, they're like mad dogs, what should they do" Seeing that the wind couldn't frighten the monks, he shouted at Mo Wen in desperation.
Mo Wen is relying on the wind capture ghost hand at this time to fight one against three, these three old monks cooperate very tacitly, you advance and I retreat, the attack and defense are moderate, trapping him in place and having no time to draw talismans, hearing the hundred miles of wind hurriedly shouted, "You retreat first." ” "If I stay here any longer, I have to kill people, you can go too, they can't trap you."
Baili Fengfeng shouted, brandished his mace and forced back the approaching monks, and then dragged the mace backwards towards the north mountain.
As soon as the hundred-mile wind receded, those monks and nuns immediately rushed up, but two feet away stopped the hundred-mile wind again, and the sticks were under it, and the fists were out, and the hundred-mile wind jumped like thunder, and they scolded angrily.
Mo Wen needed to deal with the attacks of the three old monks at the same time, and he had no time to withdraw to help the hundred miles of wind, and after a few rounds, he finally found an opportunity to draw out the black knife, forced out the sword and forced the three old monks back, and took the opportunity to take out the talisman box.
"If he is allowed to draw talismans, we will all die here."
Someone in the crowd around the hundred-mile wind let out a hoarse shout.
"The person who spoke just now is Liu Sheng, you have to be careful."
Mo asked and reminded the hundred miles of wind.
The three old monks took advantage of Mo Wen's voice to recoil back again, and their aura burst out, and they couldn't leave Mo Wen's left hand talisman box.
Seeing that the opponent made a quick attack, Mo Wen could only swing his knife to defend, so that only the black knife in his right hand was available, and his left hand could not use the wind and ghost hand again because he grasped the talisman box.
"Those two monks were killed by me, this matter has nothing to do with you, you leave here as soon as possible, spread the news, and don't delay and stay, so as not to be plotted by them."
Mo Wen shouted loudly, he was not afraid of these monks because he had a wolf to rely on, and he never wanted to be dragged by the three old monks, and he had no chance to draw talismans.
If Baili Wind continues to stay here, Liu Sheng is likely to take the opportunity to kill him.
"What the hell are you thinking in your head, those two monks were not killed by you at all."
The wind responded loudly.
Mo Wen frowned helplessly when he heard this, saying that the two monks were killed by him, and this group of monks and nuns could still believe it.
If it is said that someone has changed his appearance and hid in the crowd to secretly attack, how can this group of monks and nuns believe it Anxious in his heart, Mo Wen began to try to break through, if he wanted to break through, the top priority was to put the talisman box back in his arms and free his left hand, but at this time, the three old monks were very strict with his left hand, and he had no chance to probe into his arms at all.
"Three Soul-Slaying Swords."
Mo Wen's right hand black knife swept quickly, and at the same time, he condensed his breath and shouted.
The three old monks heard Mo Wen's shout, thinking that Mo Wen was going to perform a domineering stunt, and hurriedly returned to defense, Mo Wen took the opportunity to return the talisman box to his arms, and then used his left hand to capture the wind ghost hand and break through to the south.
The three old monks thought that Mo Wen would have two back moves after the black knife was swung, but they never thought that Mo Wen was a misguided plan, and when they reacted, they immediately chased after them.
"I'll be back in a moment, you should be more careful."
Mo Wen shouted and quickly swept south.
When the three old monks heard this, they immediately understood that Mo Wen was going to take the opportunity to draw talismans at a distance, and the Hongguang monk who had spoken before was in a hurry to extend his aura out of his body, and hit Mo Wen five zhang away in the air.
Mo Wen had a feeling, he didn't care about taking out the talisman box, and hurriedly turned around and sent out the aura to meet the aura sent by Hongguang, and the two aura collided in an instant, Mo Wen's aura cultivation was mediocre, far less pure than Hongguang's aura, and the aura suddenly shook back, making him feel like he was hammered, and his breath was not smooth.
Although the aura competition was superior, Mo Wen took advantage of the power of the shock to retreat three feet, widened the distance between the two sides, quickly turned around and swept again, and at the same time reached into his arms and took out the talisman box.
"If I don't kill you, Lao Tzu will be killed by you today."
The shouts of a hundred miles of wind came from the mountains on the north side.
Mo Wen was shocked when he heard this, if he fell for Liu Sheng's tricks and fell into the same situation as him.
But at this time, he couldn't stop the Baili Wind from killing people, because there were trees blocking it, and he didn't know what kind of dangerous situation the Baili Wind was in.
"I will definitely summon the White Tiger within half a pillar of incense."
Mo Wen slashed and sheathed at the same time, and grabbed the wolf with his free hand.
"Shrink the ground into inches" An old monk heard Mo Wen's words, fell to the ground and shouted, after four words, he had already arrived at the ten zhang in front of Mo Wen, and then jumped high from below to intercept Mo Wen.
Mo Wen had just written a talisman, and when he saw this situation, he couldn't care about writing any more talismans, so he suddenly unloaded his aura and landed quickly, avoiding the old monk's interception.
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Shrinking the ground into an inch is a Taoist profound spell, and then learned by the Buddhists, according to the depth of cultivation can reach one step ten zhang, one step hundred zhang, until one step of a thousand miles of mystical realm, although the old monk cultivation is profound, but can only barely take ten zhang two steps, a cast has made his breath unstable, from the air does not work, did not stop Mo asked.
Just as Mo Wen had just landed, the roar of a hundred miles of wind came from the mountains and forests on the north side, "Mixed Yuan protects the body, and the strength reaches the sky." ” Mo Wen was in the jungle at this time, and he was quickly drawing spells, and he heard the roar of the hundred miles of wind, and knew that he had already cast the skill of housekeeping, and sure enough, after the roar of the hundred miles of wind, there were a series of screams, and he didn't ask that the hundred miles of wind began to kill the killer out of self-preservation.
Said that it was too late, and at the same time that the screams came, the two old monks in the rear had already chased after them, and the old monks in mid-air had already swooped down, Mo Wen had no choice but to stop castration, moved three feet horizontally to avoid the three old monks, and then jumped up, taking the opportunity to draw again.
The Star White Tiger Talisman Mo Wen has used extremely skillfully, when he drew and wrote the charm, he did not look down, but looked back at the mountains and forests on the north side, only to see a hundred miles of wind and a surge of body, surrounded by golden light, like a giant standing at the foot of the mountain slope, waving the mace in his hand left and right, the surrounding trees were like being swept by the wind, and they flew off the ground one after another, those monks and nuns saw this and attacked in the air, but their blades could not hurt the wind for a hundred miles.
Compared with the hundred-mile wind, they are like children and dwarfs, not to mention the mace full of sharp thorns, even the palm that is as big as a pot lid they can't stand it, but anyone who is hit by the hundred-mile wind will all fall to death.
"Don't let anyone come close."
Mo Wen shouted in a hurry, but all spells are flawed, although the hundred miles of wind is asking for a spell that is invulnerable, but he is not invulnerable, and there is also a cover door, at this time, the robe on his body has been torn, and a pair of bull nose shorts woven by black fish tendons are wrapped around his waist, and there is a black light in the area where the stone gate cave is located in front of the shorts, which is a piece of dark iron cast heart goggles.
The heart guard went to his waist, and this move was tantamount to three hundred taels of silver here, and after a little thought, he knew that his cover door was in the Shimen Cave.
When Mo Wen reminded loudly, the three old monks had already chased after him in the air, Mo Wen had nowhere to hide, so he could only force himself to pull up, take the opportunity to draw the star charm, return the talisman box in his arms, pinch the fingers with his left hand, quickly recite the mantra, and summon the white tiger to pounce suddenly.
When the three old monks saw Mo Wen sacrifice the white tiger, they immediately volleyed and fell rapidly, and Mo Wen followed the white tiger to fall quickly, and at the same time, the divine white tiger attacked the three of them.
The three old monks were much calmer than the others in the Yuqing Sect, and immediately after landing on the ground, they leaned on their backs to defend, and the white tiger clashed repeatedly, and they were all shocked back by two of them.
"Do you need help," Mo Wen asked in a loud voice before landing.
"The mantis arm is a car, not to be afraid."
The wind responded loudly.
Mo Wen was determined when he heard this, and the black knife rushed towards the three old monks out of its sheath to assist the white tiger in attacking.
The three old monks knew the power of the black knife, and when they saw Mo Wen's knife attacking, they hurriedly dispersed to dodge, and the white tiger took the opportunity to go up, biting the head of one of them from behind, and tearing his head apart with repeated shakes.
As soon as the defensive formation was broken, the two old monks fell to the upper hand in an instant, but the two of them did not retreat, and after avoiding Mo Wen's sword, they quickly recoiled back, ignoring the white tiger, forcing the aura to the extreme, and the four palms were intent on shocking Mo Wen to death in one fell swoop.
Seeing that the situation was not good, Mo Wen did not frustrate his front, and moved sideways again, ordering the white tiger to go around the rear of the two to attack.
The two of them missed the blow and quickly turned around to deal with the white tiger, and the chilling aura that they emitted suddenly cut off the white tiger's breath.
Seeing this, Mo Wen did not continue to attack the enemy in person, but stood ten zhang away and concentrated on controlling the white tiger, because he could also conjure a white tiger, so he did not care about the feathers when he controlled the white tiger, mainly attacking, after a while, the white tiger knocked down one of the old monks again, and the Hongguang monk hurriedly stepped forward to rescue when he saw this, and the aura sent dispersed the white tiger, but before that, the white tiger had already smashed the head of the old monk.
After the white tiger disappeared, Mo Wen hesitated slightly, he was considering whether to transform another white tiger, and just as he was weighing it, Monk Hongguang made a move that he didn't expect, turned around and ran away.
Things in the world are not only good and bad, good and evil, justice and evil are sometimes mixed with each other, these monks and nuns and those people from the Yuqing Sect are not bad people, but he still killed them, what he did was excusable but unreasonable, there is no doubt that what he did was wrong.
Since he knew that he was wrong, he should have stopped killing at the precipice, but Mo Wen did not do this, but raised his strength and chased after Monk Hongguang, he had already killed the Taoist of Yuqing Sect and the monks of Buddhism, and he would be punished sooner or later, but he didn't want to be involved in the hundred miles of wind, if he didn't kill all these monks and nuns, they would leak out the wrong news as the truth, and there would be no way to survive at that time: