Chapter 131: Confucian Half Saint

The monk Wuwo was so angry that he clasped his hands together and recited the Buddhist scriptures. However, there was no Buddha light when he recited the Buddhist scriptures, and it was full of black light. As he recited it, a string of rosary made of black light appeared on his body.

"go!"

The string of black rosary beads flew out like a meteor, shooting continuously towards the Youhuai Cloud.

You Chuiyun was shocked and raised the golden bowl.

The golden bowl emitted glory again, melting the deadly black rosary. The faint rosary was like salt meeting water, melting into the glow.

He felt relieved when he saw that the golden bowl could still resist.

The monk Wuwo was even more angry: "Okay, I told you to suck! I'll let you suck it so you can enjoy it!"

The monk roared, and a three-meter-high black ghost fire demon appeared behind him, and a red bloody murderous aura smeared on the Dharma image like a killing god.

"Growned King Kong! Kill and kill!"

The monk Wuwo made a gesture in his hand, and the Dharma image behind him also followed. The endless black light fire burst out, like a breath that ruined the world.

"go!"

This time, the black dark fire surging like sea water, and the huge cave seemed to be unable to support it, and the strong wind roared around circle after circle.

You Chuyun was stunned. With this full-strength attack from the Yuanshen Realm, this cave might be defeated!

He quickly raised the golden bowl and tried to inject magic power into it.

Sure enough, after the magic power was injected, the golden bowl seemed to be brighter, and the glow of hope was emitted.

When he was talking, the Vajra of the Wuwo Monk was angry and had already rushed to his eyes with all his strength.

You Chuyun held up the golden bowl and felt that the huge monster with millions of pounds was injured. His arm hurt and almost broke at that moment.

When the golden bowl was impacted by the black ghost fire, its light immediately became dim and seemed to be suppressed by the black ghost fire.

You Chuyun groaned, unable to hold on anymore, and two marks were broken under his feet, and he was still retreating.

"puff."

It's hard to bear.

There is nothing to do.

Behind You Chuiyun are the Qingyun Sect. If he retreats again, they will definitely be killed by the hands of the monk Wuwo.

"Ahhhhhh!"

You Chuyun tried his best, and the muscles he had worked hard to exercise for the past month had exerted their strength, and those ginsengs were not in vain. At this moment, he burst out all his potential and actually held it under the rage of King Kong for a moment.

But You Chuyun burst out all his strength and only held it back for a moment. He was still being rushed back by the black ghost fire like a wild wave... Just when his golden bowl was about to be unable to help but take off his hand.

A small hand was supported on his back.

Mo Ai also pushed her back. Her little face showed hard work. After being hit, her face turned pale and she suffered considerable internal injuries in an instant.

The magic power surged from Mo Ai's hand. Although it was rarely slight, You Chuyun really felt her power.

But the decline cannot be stopped.

The second hand supported You Chuyun's waist, and then put one hand on his shoulder.

"Brother You!"

It was Gao Shan. Gao Shan gritted his teeth and tried his best to inject all his magic power into You Chuiyun, and used all his strength to withstand the tendency of You Chuiyun to retreat.

"High Mountain!"

You Chuiyun shouted.

Then he supported his hands behind You Chuiyun. Even though he could no longer squeeze his back, he supported his hands behind Gao Shan and Mo Ai.

He is a great master of Qingyun Sect.

"Everyone!"

You Chuyun's body was filled with abundant magic power again. He turned around and gritted his teeth and injected it into the golden bowl, screamed and emitted the light of the golden bowl.

This stopped the decline of the continuous retreat.

"Ahhhhhh!"

You Chuiyun roared and actually launched an attack

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With the momentum, the golden bowl in his hand was made of great light, like a god and Buddha, showing the auspiciousness of the cave.

A vague sound of chanting scriptures seemed to sound from outside the sky, mysterious and obscure, but it can make people calm down.

"Oriental Buddha Land                                                                                                                            

Always respond to time                                                                                                                            �

The origin of the beginning and the beginning                                                                                                                           �

Light is like glazed glass and water essence                                                                                                                          �

The God of Power                                                                                                                             �

People of the Heavens                                                             

Surprise is rare                                                             

All the worlds appear naturally                                                            �

Freedom                                                              �

Like in the glass, there are treasures.

The teaching of the Śrāvakas                                                         

Sighing indefinitely                                                           �

The sound of Buddha suddenly appears.

The monk Wuwo's ​​dark face turned whiter little by little, and his Dharma image also weakened accordingly.

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

The monk Wuwo did not believe that he would fall into the hands of his magic weapon, nor did he believe that he would be defeated by a group of children with the highest foundation-building realm.

He looked full of magic fire, and he was desperate to beat out all the magic power. The magic flames in his hand seemed to sweep across the world!

You Chuyun was the first to be hit because of the hard fight back by the monk Wuwo.

With a puff, blood was spewed out and poured onto the golden bowl.

The golden bowl was originally burned red by the demonic flames and seemed to be about to melt. The blood poured on it immediately boiled and actually melted into it.

The golden bowl, which incorporated You Chuanyun's essence and blood, immediately increased its power, like the great power of the dragon and the Daluo magic mantra.

bo                                                               

Like a cannon, a light bullet as thick as a log from the mouth of the golden bowl, roaring through all the demonic flames.

boom.

Before Monk Wuwo could scream, he was blown to pieces by this ball of light bomb. He was knocked out by the light bomb and actually directly broke through the wall of the cave, crashing through the earth wall several feet thick... and opened another door to the cave.

You Chuiyun was exhausted, and Jin Bo took off his hand and fell to the ground.

However, he did not fall down directly, but was supported by Mo Ai and Gao Shan in time.

"Brother You!"

"Brother You!"

You Chuyun's lips turned purple, and Mo Ai wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth. He forced a smile: "It's okay, I'm just a little exhausted, everyone is fine."

"Thank you Brother You for your blessing, we are all fine..."

You Chuiyun looked around and squinted his eyes and said to the back: "Zhang Chi, are you okay?"

Zhang Chi was suddenly named by You Chuiyun and said with a confused look on his face: "It's okay, Brother Yun."

"you……"

You Chuyun was about to speak, but was interrupted by the laughter coming from outside the cave.

The laughter was indescribable, and it felt as if it was so heavy from the depths of the ground, but it also had a deep echo of the valley.

Ha ha ha ha.

This strange smile comes from Monk Wuwo.

Everyone walked out, and You Chuiyun was carried out. When he looked up, he saw the dark smoke everywhere.

Monk Wuwo sat cross-legged in the sky, behind him was a ten-foot Dharma body.

A scarlet pill that was condensing was gathering in the black smoke, evaporating the smell of blood. I guess this red pill was the blood pill he sacrificed.

His face was solemn and solemn, but he had no righteousness at all. The blood pill was floating beside him, making him look full of evil power.
To be continued...