Monk Changyuan was subdued by a move. Perhaps he was imprisoned. Knowing that death was about to come, he was ruthless and shouted angrily: "The little monk has no malice. Don't even let him run away?"

The old demon Huaitong scoffed at him: "The monk is not chanting scriptures in the temple, and he is full of greed and anger. If you cannot achieve the right result in your cultivation, you will die early and be reborn early, and you will find another opportunity in your next life. Wouldn't it be better?"

This suggestion actually made Monk Changyuan unable to refute.

"You're right." He said in a muffled tone and agreed.

What is the purpose of breaking into the wine cellar this time? It’s Caibao. Greed means greed. He doesn’t deny it, but he can’t afford to be greedy. How can he temper his will to not be greedy?

"But..." Monk Changyuan changed his tone: "Before the little monk is reincarnated, he must get rid of the demons. This is the merit of my Buddha. Reincarnation will bring great blessings and more opportunities."

There is only one old demon Huaitong here, and it is self-evident who he wants to get rid of.

The sound of the Buddha mantra sounded, and Monk Changyuan left a string of Buddhist beads at the entrance of the cave. Although he was suppressed by the gauze, he could still drive the Buddhist beads to fly to the back of the old demon Huaitong from the air.

Unexpectedly, the old demon Huaitong was prepared for a long time. A sudden flash of light on his body appeared, and a row of ghost shadows appeared. His body instantly split into four, turning into four identical clones, three false and one true, and separated in four positions in the cave.

The Buddhist beads hit the fake body with all the blows, and the old demon Huaitong was not damaged at all.

But it was not without any effect, at least it forced out the clone magical power of the old demon Huaitong.

The old demon Huaitong was focusing on driving the monsters and directing the magic axe to slash Ding Xing's paper soldiers. When he saw the monk Changyuan making trouble, his four bodies looked back: "If you want to die early, I will fulfill you!"

He decided to free up his hand and kill Monk Changyuan first.

Monk Changyuan said "Phoa!" and it sounded like he was cursing, but in fact it was not. He was gambled, biting his tongue and urging another Buddhist mantra.

This mantra is called "Golden Buddha Broken Wrist". The mantra is released. His right arm falls off from his shoulder, his arm is covered with golden light, and his punch penetrates the gauze and flies out alone.

After a moment of stagnation, the golden arm suddenly collapsed and turned into rolling golden waves. It scattered and gathered, condensed into four golden Buddha hands, stretched out its five fingers, and grabbed the four clones of the old demon Huaitong.

‘Bang!’

It turned out to be successful in one fell swoop. The four hands were condensed with golden light, several feet wide, and the five fingers were clamped together, like giant claps, and they grabbed the four clones into the palm.

It is also because the stone palace is narrow in size, and the old demon Huaitong is inconvenient to use the escape technique. He is not afraid of the Buddhist palm of Changyuan, so he hides and does not hide. He is ready to wait until the Buddhist palm is approaching and then cast a spell to break it.

The old demon Huaitong felt that the Buddhist practice of the early stage of the Xuanfei was not much stronger. He was right. The Buddha's palm was just grabbed onto the body, but he was shocked to pieces.

However, the remaining three false bodies were not protected and were all destroyed by the Buddha's palm.

Monk Changyuan's attacks were also one after another. As soon as the Buddha's palm came out, the Buddhist beads followed him, identifying the true body of the old demon Huaitong and slid over.

With a bang, the Buddhist beads exploded one by one, turning into a spiral blood wind, covering the old demon Huaitong, and squeezing like a hoist.

This wave of offensive is also sharp. If an ordinary early stage monk in the Xuanfei stage, he would most likely die on the spot under the attack of Buddha's palm and blood wind, but it would be like a tickling attack on the old demon Huaitong.

The old demon Huaitong cultivated the external skills of the purple demon garment, and kept holding the detoxification blood beads in his mouth. The Buddha's palm and blood wind could not cause substantial damage to him, but it interrupted his control of the Humo Axe, causing Ding Xing's paper soldiers to have a chance to breathe, which made him extremely angry. He turned his body and escaped to the monk Changyuan.

He waved his palm and pressed the Tianlinggua of Monk Changyuan: "I will pull out your skull and refine it into a magic weapon..."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly felt a white light flashing, like the scorching sun bursting. He quickly turned his head to detect it. He saw the crescent blade in the hand of the paper soldier, full of spiritual words, and each word was connected, circulating around the blade body quickly. He was surprised by the power of spiritual words, and the crescent blade suddenly left his hand.

It was like a crescent moon hanging in the air, hanging quietly for a moment, shooting out in front of us, piercing through the monster's body in one fell swoop, but its power did not diminish at all. It flashed through the air, headed straight to the old demon Huaitong, aimed at everything at his neck, like a sickle harvesting straw, and a slash of lightly, the corpse was separated.

The old demon Huaitong's head fell to the ground. After rolling a few times, the body collapsed to the ground.

He died silently, with a trace of confusion remaining in his eyes. He seemed to be unable to understand why the crescent blade of the paper soldier could double its power. Not only did he tear the interception of the axe-holding monster, but he also easily broke through his magic armor defense, without giving him any reaction time at all, he killed him instantly with one blow.

The moment the crescent blade hit the neck, he was surprised to realize that the lethality of this blade was comparable to that of the magic weapon of the Jindan monk.

Unfortunately, he realized it too late.

If a monk makes a mistake in the battle, he will die and die.

After his death, the monster he summoned disintegrated and turned into a black air and returned to the body of the magic axe.

With a clang, it fell at Ding Xing's feet.

But at this moment, Ding Xing lost the strength to pick up the axe. His body seemed to be exhausted and he collapsed on the ground. His original white hair turned black in an instant. The little book demon on his shoulders was even more unbearable. His limbs were crawling and he fainted from exhaustion.

This is obviously a sequelae caused by excessive casting.

In order to drive the paper soldiers and the crescent blade, Ding Xing not only overdrawed all his moon power, but his magic power was also exhausted.

At that time, he found a secret technique left by the Paper Sect in the Ice Palace Cave, "Talking about War" and a box of top-quality spiritual paper. After cutting it, he refined it into nine Taoist soldiers.

Each soldier holds a paper tool, and each weapon can release a magical power, and the nine soldiers can be used in one combination. If combined, it can release power that is not weaker than magic weapons, but the caster is also extremely strict. First of all, the moon power is insufficient, and the fusion of the nine soldiers will inevitably fail. Secondly, the magic power is not deep enough, so the duration of the nine soldiers' integration will be very short.

When Ding Xing confronted Humo Axe just now, he was looking for the opportunity to release the Crescent Blade, but there was only one chance. It took too much mana to drive the Crescent Blade. If he missed a single attack, he could not use it again.

Fortunately, Monk Changyuan came out to disrupt the situation and first forced out the clone magic of the old demon Huaitong, and used Buddhist beads to interfere with the old demon Huaitong's attention, which can be said to have created a perfect opportunity for Ding Xing to destroy the enemy.

In this dangerous battle, Ding Xing faced the old monk in the late stage of Xuanfei, and finally won a complete victory. He felt that he had taken seven points of the credit and the remaining three points would be attributed to Monk Changyuan.

"amazing!"

Monk Changyuan stared at the corpse of the old demon Huaitong. He was stunned until now, and he had just recovered: "Donald Ding can kill the old demon Huaitong without any damage in the battle of the front. This military achievement should be among the mysterious cultivators on both sides of the Taiwan Strait! Once the news spreads, you will definitely be famous all over the world!"

What are the benefits of being famous all over the world? I’ll attract a group of enemies for nothing!

Ding Xing blurted out: "Master, don't spread it blindly. We two jointly killed him. If you really pass it to the Demon Realm, you must be famous!"

Monk Changyuan quickly shook his hand: "There are all empty names, so it's better not to be true! This old demon was unable to think about it for a moment and was killed by the head of his head. It has nothing to do with you and me!"

Ding Xing couldn't help but smile. He could accept the cause of death.

Monk Changyuan couldn't laugh. In order to kill the old demon Huaitong, he paid much more pain than Ding Xing. His entire right arm was pulled down cruelly by him. It had already disappeared when casting the spell and could never be recontinued.

Although the Buddhist supernatural powers emphasize enlightenment, meditation, and opportunity, the physical body is just an empty shell of the skin, and even if it is damaged, it will not affect the future fruit of Buddhism. However, the monk Changyuan does not think that he is a Buddhist son with natural wisdom. If he wants to seek the Buddhist path of immortality, he still has to focus on practicing the Dharma body.

Now that he has lost his arm, the Gate of Eternal Life is probably going to be closed.

When Ding Xing heard his lonely sighing and knew that he was suffering, he said, "Master, why not look for Chu Baoxiu, the old demon Huaitong's. The magic skill he practiced in "hands and eyes are all the same" may not be his own natural fingers and eyes, or it may have been grafted from other places."
Chapter completed!