Chapter 1632: Either die or fight!

This kind of method of depreciating life span, Weng Chai also used it once, and it was also the last time he used it in his life, he used to depreciate his ten years of Yang life in exchange for a dynasty of prosperity, it could be said to be a good intention, resulting in the doubling of cultivation, but in the end, he didn't escape from the trickery of destiny, and he was seriously injured by the flesh corpse that was released by Wu Feng, and then he was put down by a move of that masked old Taoist, and even his soul was also sucked into the face of that evil ghost beckoning him.

This time, Wu Feng was also forced to go to the end of the road, in front of their own only two roads, either death, or fight, Wu Feng does not want to die, mainly do not want to die so vain, then only fight, not to mention the loss of a few years of life, even if it is less than a few decades of life, better than now on the death of the good, but Wu Feng is also clear in his heart, even if he is the loss of a few years of life, the consumption of real energy, take the life of the fight, I guess it is also impossible to fight! Even if he loses a few years of his life, he will not be able to fight with his own life.

But no matter what, I have to do my best to survive, and try not to let these three monks lose their lives, and even more so, not to let this evil Taoist continue to do evil!

Soon, the masked old Taoist shouted: "Old thieves and vultures, those who stand in the way of the poor Taoist will only have one way to die! You persuade the poor road to put down the butcher's knife, poor road this time also advise you these old thieves bald a word, the best not to do unnecessary resistance, death is also a little bit more comfortable, so as not to suffer some more flesh and blood!"

Said, but saw that masked old Taoist shook the hand of the evil ghosts beckon, suddenly black fog rolled, ghastly wind gusts, and then look at the eight or nine expression wooden expression of the wronged souls suddenly changed the face grimace up, the body of the fury steam, have raised their hands of the weapon, towards the three senior monks pounced over.

Hui Kong big monk face solemn, said to Hui Ming and Hui Cong: "Amitabha Buddha …… two senior disciples, this time I am afraid that the fate is bad, each take care!"

The words just fell, but saw Hui Kong big monk look austere, a robe once again no wind since the drum, the body of the true qi filling, shouted, waved up the Zen staff in the hand, head on towards those severe ghosts rushed to kill the past.

Huiming Huicong two big monks from the shock back to God, Huiming big monk ruthlessly rubbed his nose, eyes flashed out a kind of color called death, also drank a loud voice, shouted: "Want to sprinkle life, which is so easy, first eat me a few Zen staff say!"

Monk Huicong naturally not willing to lag behind, he stood still, but will be in the hands of a string of Buddha beads to break up, towards those speedy running from the ghosts threw down, this string of Buddha beads contains Huicong half a life of thought and the blessing of the Buddha, own a kind of transcendence of the solemnity of the Buddha's atmosphere, was Huicong monks to break up and thrown to the mid-air, and immediately surrounded the circle, each bead of the rosary above the emanation of a cloud of gold color! Light light, hidden "Buddha" word in each rosary bead above the flash.

But see monk Huicong hands together, eyes slightly closed, mouth began to recite the scripture, even the body also faintly emitted a light golden light, this moment, the world suddenly became a peaceful, everyone's heart rose up a warmth, as if able to dispel the fear in people's hearts, which let Huikong and Huiming monk heart and soul for a shock, forget all the fear, the spirit of the platform a clear.

Suddenly, Monk Huikong suddenly opened his eyes, these eyes were deep and distant, as if they were able to perceive everything and devour the endless emptiness, his complexion turned very solemn.

"Break!"

Monk Huicong snapped, but saw the golden light above each rosary bead rise steeply, "whoosh whoosh ……" sound endless, respectively, towards those unjust souls and severe ghosts shot rapidly.