hey demon

Chapter 301
In the secret territory, the sacred mountain stands, exuding a faint Buddhist charm.

The little monk sat on the six-tusk white jade elephant and recited Buddhist scriptures silently, while re-gathering the inexplicably broken roc claws above the sky, his eyes were fixed on the little monk, and the eyes of Jinpeng across the sea were full of fear. He didn't even dare to attack again.

Although it was absurd, it was sure that the force that tore its claws just now was its own power, to be precise, it was its ultimate move, the Broken Golden Claw of the King of Peng, and it would not misperceive that familiar power.

The two confronted each other, and the atmosphere in the secret territory became extremely dull for a while, and neither the little monk nor the cross-sea Jinpeng made any further moves.

On the other side, looking at such a scene, a trace of doubt flashed in Zhang Chunyi's eyes. He didn't understand what the little monk did just now.

But at this moment, with cunning in his eyes, he stared at the little monk, spit out words, and Jinpeng across the sea spoke.

"Little monk, I admit that your method is very strange, and it can actually hurt me, but I guess this method of borrowing strength should have strong limitations."

"Aren't you trying to stop me from eating people? Now I'll see if you can do it! Come and stop me if you have the ability."

Tsk tsk smiled strangely, Jinpeng across the sea vibrated its wings, turned into a jet-black streamer, and disappeared in an instant.

And when it reappeared, it had already come to an island. It opened its mouth and swallowed three immortal cultivators hiding here in one gulp.

"Amitabha."

Seeing such a scene, the little monk closed his eyes in pain, and at the same time, the phantom of the sacred mountain on his body also dimmed a little.

The supernatural power is as immovable as a mountain, and the defense is unparalleled, but you need to keep your mind and body unmoved to achieve the immobility of the mountain. At this moment, the little monk's heart is a little confused.

Aware of such a change, the cross-sea Jinpeng's face revealed a look of pride. It is a thief to be old and not die. It has been with Zhang Tianze for such a long time. It has seen all kinds of people and has a sufficient understanding of human life. They Miracles can be created, but sometimes they are held back by some boring or even ridiculous beliefs and bind themselves.

"Little monk, open your eyes and look carefully, they all died because of you."

The deep darkness was reflected in the pure gold eyes, a distorted grimace was vaguely visible, the words were full of surly, and the figure of Jinpeng across the sea disappeared again.

Ah, there was a shrill scream. Facing the cross-sea Jinpeng, the rest of the cultivators in the secret territory were no match at all. The cross-sea Jinpeng was not for pure killing, but for torture. It deliberately tortured those cultivators and gave them fear them.

Faced with such a sea-crossing Jinpeng, the immortal cultivators in the secret territory were full of despair.

"Little master, hurry up and stop this monster!"

"Little master, if you don't make a move, we will die."

"Ah, it's this damn monk who killed us."

"You're going to die!"

The sound of begging and cursing kept echoing in my ears, and the speed of reciting Buddhist scriptures became faster and faster. Unknowingly, the little monk's heart became more and more chaotic.

"Ghostly obsessed."

Watching from the sidelines, running through the seclusion, Zhang Chunyi saw everything clearly.

Cross-sea Jinpeng used some kind of ability to confuse people's hearts. If it was just like this, it still couldn't do anything to that little monk. Monk's mind.

The supernatural powers can block the bewitching power of Jinpeng across the sea for the little monk, but they can't stop the little monk's own confusion.

But at this moment, the golden light dimmed, and the phantom of the sacred mountain suddenly dissipated, and the little monk's immovable as a mountain supernatural power was broken, because his heart was completely confused.

"I believe in cause and effect, good and evil will be rewarded in the end, Benefactor Peng, you are seeking your own death."

The face is full of coldness, no mercy is seen, the brows glow, and the shadow of a golden lotus is faintly reflected, entering the demonized state, locking on the cross-sea Jinpeng, when the little monk points out, there is an infinite amount of light in an instant.

Seeing such a scene, Cross Sea Jinpeng was not surprised but delighted.

The little monk's defense method is really good, but his attack method is very general. Although it is rare in the same level, he still can't deal with it.

"Little monk, who is the evil you are talking about? Is it yours or the human race's? I was born as a ghost, and it is only natural to eat people. This is the real goodness."

Shouting in his mouth, he still did not give up his belief in shaking the little monk, and went upstream to face the endless light, waving his wings like a knife, and Jinpeng crossed the sea and chopped out again.

The light of the knife was dim, but the finger light was bright. This time the darkness tore apart the light, and I saw the darkest light of the knife going upstream, tearing apart the light like the sky, and directly slashed at the little monk.

Moo, watching such a scene, he swung his nose, uttered a long cry, and took a step forward. The body of the six-tusk white jade elephant bloomed with a khaki-yellow mysterious light, trying to block the knife.

However, compared to the previous immobility like a mountain, the defensive power of the six-toothed white jade elephant is much weaker at this time, and the little monk's mind has a flaw, and he was even more distracted by this knife, so he didn't make any effective moves for a while. response.

The light of the sword was sharp, bleak and cold, and it had the power to absorb souls. The defense of the six-tusk white jade elephant was directly cut through. After all, it only had a cultivation base of 4000 years.

Moo, the demon's body was torn apart, and the six-toothed white jade elephant wailed in pain. It wanted to wake up the little monk, but the little monk's mind was captured, and he sank even deeper.

Seeing such a scene, the smile on Cross Sea Jinpeng's face became more ferocious.

Turning into a dark light, it was about to take advantage of the momentum to kill the little monk, but at this moment, the thunder exploded, and the five-colored thunder and light intertwined, smashing down from the sky like a divine sword, purging all evils.

Feeling the mighty power of the sky, the cross-sea Jinpeng instinctively felt a little fear. After transforming into a ghost, this kind of power really restrained it too much.

Chirping, screaming, wings closed, ghost energy surging like a tide, but giving up the good opportunity to pursue the victory, Jinpeng across the sea made a defensive posture.

Booming, the five-colored thunder light bloomed, and the eerie aura in the sky melted like spring snow, and the figure of Jinpeng across the sea was completely submerged by the thunder light.

At this time, Zhang Chunyi's figure also appeared, wearing a moon-heavy gauze dress, his figure was hazy, like a moon fairy.

"Little monk, are you still awake?"

The power of the soul was surging, looking at the absent-minded little monk, Zhang Chunyi spoke.

As soon as these words came out, the soul-stirring power of the cross-sea Jinpeng was broken, and the little monk's eyes regained their clarity.

"Amitabha, thank you benefactor for your help."

Looking at Zhang Chunyi and clasping his hands together, the little monk expressed his gratitude. Compared with before, his eyes at this moment are extraordinarily clear, as if the lead has been washed away.

"Little monk, you are welcome, even if I don't make a move, you will be fine."

Facing the gaze of the little monk, Zhang Chunyi spoke meaningfully.

Hearing this, the little monk recited the Buddha's name in a low voice, noncommittal.

And at this moment, the five-colored thunder was torn apart, and a ghostly fog filled the sky. A dark golden claw protruded from it and grabbed Zhang Chunyi.

"Is there another one who is not afraid of death?"

The words were sharp and full of ferocity, blocked the five thunders, and then used King Peng's Broken Golden Claw again, Jinpeng across the sea wanted to crush Zhang Chunyi.

Covered by the shadow of death, his whole body seemed to be trapped in a quagmire from which he could not break free. Zhang Chunyi's expression was still calm, and so was the little monk.

(End of this chapter)