"Master, how can I help you?" Wusheng asked with his head raised.

Monk Kongkong held the "vajra" with both hands.

"Hack it!" two simple and simple words.

"clear!"

Wusheng held the Bodhi wood tightly with both hands, and then smashed it towards the "vajra". With a sound, the two collided with each other and made a sound similar to that of metal collision, and there was a flash of light.

When, when, when, when,

Wusheng continuously tapped the "vajra"

But after a few strokes, I felt that I had consumed more than half of my strength.

Wusheng swung the wooden stick and knocked it again. Monk Kongkong suddenly moved the "vajra" away, and Wusheng hit the Rakshasa King's head. With a thud, his hands were numb.

"Master?" Wusheng looked up at Monk Kongkong and found that his eyes had turned bloody.

"Kill!" Monk Kongkong suddenly roared.

Then Wusheng felt his body shaking, as if the body of the Rakshasa king under his feet had shaken.

He looked down and found that the body of Rakshasa King was still sitting there. He hurriedly looked up and saw that Monk Kongkong had already picked up the vajra and was staring at Wusheng. The expression on his face was fierce and evil, like an evil ghost, very creepy.

"Master?" Wusheng shouted tentatively.

kill!

The response to him was Monk Kongkong's roar.

A blood suddenly surged from the flesh and head of the Rakshasa King under his feet, and rushed into the body of Monk Kongkong. A faint light suddenly emanated from his chest, peaceful and bright, it was Buddha's light.

Relics?

"Wusheng." He said tremblingly, as if his mind had returned to the clarity of his mind.

"Master, it's me."

Ah! Kong Kong's body trembled uncontrollably again, and he was gritting his teeth and insisting.

"Junior brother."

A shout came from behind Wusheng. He hurriedly turned around and found that Monk Wudou had already climbed up, sweating profusely, and steaming on his body, as if coming out of a steamer.

"Master."

"No annoyance."

Ah! Monk Kongkong suddenly shouted again.

Om,

Wusheng thought of the Buddhist mantra,

Well,

Woolen cloth,

As he recited the Buddhist mantra, the Buddhist scriptures in the formation below lit up, one by one, one by one, one by one, and then the bodies of those sitting monks also emitted the Buddha's light.

He trained it little by little to compete with the blood mist emitted from the body of Rakshasa King.

For a moment, Wusheng felt that the pressure on himself was relieved a lot.

Gudong, Abbot Kong Kong sat down suddenly, sweating profusely, and his body trembled continuously, and he couldn't hold on anymore.

Wusheng jumped onto the head of the Rakshasa King and took over the "vajra" from the Abbot Kong Kong's hand.

"Master, let me and my senior brother?"

He held the vajra tightly with both hands, squatted down, and placed it on the closed third eye on the Shura King's forehead.

"Senior Brother."

"good!"

Wudai simply replied to a word, then raised the iron rod in his hand and tapped it down one after another. It was powerful and accurate, landing on the "vajra". With a click, the iron rod in his hand shattered in response, as if the ceramic had broken down.

After all, the iron rod is an ordinary thing, not a magic weapon. After entering the formation, it has been corroded by the blood mist.

"Use this." Wusheng handed him the Bodhi wood in his hand.

Wudai took the Bodhi wooden stick from Wusheng's hand and continued to knock.

When, when, when, when,

The two brothers emitted a faint Buddha light, and blood mist was everywhere.

The Great Sun Tathagata Sutra was seen as the "vajra" in his hand was smashed into the eyes that closed it little by little, and at the same time, a large amount of blood mist escaped from the eyes.

He and the monk Wudou were naturally the most affected. There was another hallucination in front of him. Abbot Kong Kong stood in front of him, holding a knife in his hand, staring at him with a murderous aura on his face.

The knife lights up,

Gudong, a head rolled on the ground. Wusheng looked carefully and it was his own head. His eyes were staring at him.

He is dead!

Gudong, the second head fell to the ground, this time it was Wudou Monk,

Both of them died,

A sudden light appeared in front of him, but the square seal came out by itself, floating in front of him, and the fantasy in front of him suddenly disappeared. In front of him, the monk Wudou held the Bodhi wood in both hands, his body trembling violently, and there was a little yellow light on his chest, like an oil lamp.

It seems that I have to come by myself.

Wusheng glanced at the square seal floating in the air in front of him.

Smash!

He controlled it with his spiritual sense, and the square seal first flew up, then fell down violently, and hit the vajra.

There was a thud,

The head of King Rakshasa shook, and the vajra hit two inches deep.

OK, I didn't expect this magic weapon to be of this use! Wusheng was very happy

Wait, don't smash it.

Wusheng summoned the treasure back and looked carefully, but there was no trace on it.

Come again,

The treasure flew up and fell,

When, when, when, when,

Wusheng watched the vajra sank into the eye in front of the Rakshasa King's forehead little by little.

When, click,

Wusheng heard the sound, looked down and found that a crack appeared on the forehead of Rakshasa King, above his closed eyes, extending to the Tianling Cap.

What's the situation?

Just as he was wondering, a stream of blood suddenly flowed out of his forehead, not falling towards the ground, but rising into the sky.

this?!

Wusheng didn't know what to do for a while.

At this moment, golden lights floated around, but those Buddhist scriptures were floating and gathered together, like a big net, blocking the blood flow that soared into the sky. The golden Buddha light and blood flow collided together, and the entire array shaking.

Wusheng hurriedly sat cross-legged on the head of Rakshasa King and recited the scriptures aloud.

Behind him, a phantom of the golden body of the Dharma image appeared, pointing to the sky and the earth, with golden light shining.

In the blood mist, the golden body of the Great Sun Tathagata appeared.

Buddhist scriptures,

The body of a monk,

The Dharma image of the golden body,

In the formation, the blood mist became even thicker.

Come,

The square seal flew up again, and then fell down with blood.

Dong, it seemed like a fire was flying out of it, piercing into the closed eyes.

The formation trembled again, and the blood mist was used wildly, constantly transforming into various fantasies.

Evil ghost, beauty, bones,

Wusheng just recites scriptures, his mind is unchanged, and he remains unmoved. The method treasure is suspended in front of him, emitting a soft light, shining him in it.

Buddhism, blood mist is in a stalemate,

The vajra was firmly nailed to the third eye in front of the Rakshasa king's forehead and was smashed about ten inches into it. But it still seemed that it was not enough.
To be continued...