Looking at the abbot's somewhat thin body, compared to the body of the Rakshasa king who was several feet tall, it was like a child standing in front of an elephant.

The lonely back looks like a hero. The wind is whistling and never returns.

"Can the vajra work?" Wusheng was starting to feel upset now. Of course, he couldn't say this. It was a typical critical moment to hurt morale.

"Master, can the abbot of the Vajra be free to use it?" Wusheng suddenly realized a problem.

Although this is a treasure of Buddhism and can control these evil things, it must be used, just like he got the sharp blade of the King of Yu's magic axe. Although it is powerful, it is because the time is too short to use it freely. Otherwise, there would be no need to spend so much Zhou Zhang to seek this "vajra".

By the same token, it took them only more than ten days to obtain this "vajra". How can they refine such a Buddhist treasure in such a short time? Moreover, according to Wusheng's understanding of Abbot Kong Kong, he practiced martial arts and did not understand the magical powers of Buddhism at all. If he didn't understand, how can he use it?

"Don't worry, your abbot is proficient in all kinds of martial arts."

"You know what master I'm talking about. Martial arts and magical powers are not the same."

"You must have confidence in the abbot." Monk Kongxu said calmly.

As he said this, Wusheng didn't say anything more. He watched Abbot Kong Kong walk into the formation alone alone. The monk's robe was wide and thin. He was holding the "vajra" in his right hand, just like the Buddhist treasure radiating light in the formation.

"The abbot will win!" The god Wusheng shouted as a ghost.

Um?

Hearing Wusheng's shout, Monk Kongkong stopped and looked back at him.

"It will win!"

The words were firm and the face was calm.

He is worthy of being the leader of thousands of people, and this mentality is quite stable.

No matter how much he said, Wusheng was still very worried about the old monk. He and the monk Wudou who were beside him were ready to rush forward at any time.

After entering the formation, Monk Kongkong walked very slowly and firmly. It was obvious that he didn't look long, but Abbot Kongkong walked for nearly two hours before he came under the body of the Rakshasa King. He did not jump up, but climbed up. Yes, he climbed up along the Rakshasa King's legs. After another hour, from a distance, Monk Kongkong stood on his shoulders. The Rakshasa King's head was taller than Monk Kongkong.

Wushengyan watched Monk Kongkong raise the "vajra" shining with Buddha's light with difficulty, as if the Buddhist treasure was weighing thousands of pounds. He lifted a mountain. Monk Kongkong tried it and felt that the position was not suitable. Then he climbed up the head of the Rakshasa King and stabbed it from top to bottom towards the third eye in front of his forehead.

There was no sound or light, and the "vajra" seemed to be blocked without even piercing the skin. Then Monk Kongkong's arms began to tremble, and his body began to tremble.

Hehehe, he also made a strange laugh.

"Oh, there is indeed something wrong." Monk Kongxu said to see this.

"Master, do you need us to go there?" Wusheng said to see this.

"Wait a little longer." Monk Kongxu shook his head.

The three monks stood outside the formation, looking at the monk Kongkong who was standing above the head of the Rakshasa King trembled constantly, and kept laughing strangely.

At this moment, blood-colored mist emanated from the body of the Rakshasa king and began to spread around. In the formation, the Buddhist scriptures also lit up and the formation began to operate.

Monk Kongkong's trembling body slowly stabilized, and the "vajra" in his hand was raised high and then fell down, still silent, but the collision of Buddha's light and blood light lit up on the forehead of the Rakshasa King.

Monk Kongkong was still insisting, holding up the "vajra" in his hand and falling down. As the blood mist in the formation became thicker and thicker, Monk Kongkong trembled more and more violently, and his movements became slower and slower.

Hehe, he suddenly stopped again, stayed above Rakshasa King's head and laughed.

"You guys go and help."

After waiting for a while, he found that there was no sign of improvement in Monk Kongkong, but instead worsened. Monk Kongxu made a decisive decision to let Wusheng and Wudou enter the formation.

As soon as Wusheng stepped into the formation full of Buddhist scriptures, the scene in front of him changed drastically, and blood red came into his eyes. There was a golden text floating and flashing. It was a Buddhist scripture. Looking forward, the stone wall in front of him was gone, and there was only one sitting in the Rakshasa king. He was as high as a mountain, standing tall as a few feet high, far from what he looked outside. His whole body was full of blood, constantly emitting terrible blood mist. The monk Kongkong standing above his head was so small, just like a person standing on a mountain.

No wonder the abbot walked so slowly just now. There is still a mystery in this formation, which seems to be a world of its own.

The blood mist that hits my face is like falling into a thick sea of ​​blood, with invisible shackles and heavy pressure, how to move forward smoothly. At this time, Wusheng experienced the difficulties of the abbot just now.

Wusheng raised his head, stared at the body of the Rakshasa King, and activated his magic power. A faint Buddha light shone on his body. He took a step, walked ten feet away, and then saw the evil ghost coming from the pavilion, like a crucian carp crossing the river.

I saw the Rakshasa King, but I didn’t see you.

In the second step, he passed through the illusion of these evil ghosts, and the man walked ten feet again.

The Rakshasa King was still sitting there, and he never seemed to be closer. This was the first time he had encountered such a strange thing since he learned the "Shenzu Power".

When you see, recite, and the Dharma arrives, but the person has not arrived.

However, he was not nervous. The moment he used his supernatural powers, he felt the changes around his body.

If one step doesn’t work, then two steps. If two steps don’t work, then ten steps, and hundreds of steps.

The body of Rakshasa King can be seen, but it is not to go to the illusory spiritual mountain.

Go again,

Wusheng is another step,

This time, he stood in front of him and became a monk Wudou.

"Senior Brother."

"Junior brother." Monk Wudou smiled honestly, and his mouth suddenly cracked behind his head, revealing his sharp teeth, and his tongue split into two from it, ejecting like a snake.

Om,

Wusheng thought of the Buddhist mantra.

The monk Wudou in front of him floated a few times, and then began to dissipate.

Wusheng's eyes shined with a faint light,

After another step, he came to the Rakshasa King.

He turned around and looked behind him. Monk Wudou held an iron rod and seemed not far from him. He walked a little hard, but he was very determined, just like the Kong Kong abbot just now.

When he came to the body of the Rakshasa King, Wusheng looked up and found that he was far taller than what he saw outside the formation. Although his soul had been destroyed, the body of the undestroyed body still emitted powerful and practical pressure, which came over the surface, as if it was stormy waves and the power of a mountain collapse.

Wusheng saw Monk Kongkong, one of his eyes was blood red and the other was as usual, half of his face was bloody and half white.

He raised the "vajra" emitting Buddha's light in his hand with difficulty, and then fell down suddenly. The vajra pierced just a few inches before the Rakshasa king's forehead, but the Buddha's light penetrated it.

Go up,

Wusheng used his magical powers again, but this time, he failed. At that moment, he felt that he was not walking alone, but carrying a mountain. He did not take this step and did not move in place.

I can't move with my back on the mountain.

Amitabha,

Wusheng activated Buddhism, and three feet behind his head flashed with inspiration, and the Buddhist beads on his neck emitted a peaceful Buddha light.

One more step,

He came to the instep of the Rakshasa king.

Climbing the mountain behind the mountain, rowing against the current.

The blood mist around him was constantly consuming the magic power in his body.

Step by step, the more upward you are, the greater the pressure.

Finally, he came to the shoulders of the Rakshasa King and saw the Kongkong Abbot who was still insisting on it.

"Master."

"Come?" Monk Kongkong glanced at him.

"Here you come."

Suddenly, Wusheng seemed to see the Rakshasa King turn his head, and opened his eyes and looked at him.

What kind of eyes are that?

Indifferent, full of the purest murderous intent, invasion, extinction.

Wusheng had never seen such eyes. There was pure evil in his eyes. It seemed to be born for killing and destruction. The golden body of the Great Sun Tathagata Dharma Image in the sea of ​​consciousness suddenly became rich and faintly appeared behind his body.

Such demons must be eliminated!
Chapter completed!