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"Master, master help! Master, please save Yang Zhao's life!"

Yang Zhao's mind was concentrated in the secret passage, holding his breath and waiting for the response inside.

However, only the sound of other people escaping from the secret passage could be heard inside, but no response from the skeleton.

She was a little desperate, probably because the place where the skeleton stayed was too far from the exit, and he might not have heard Yang Zhao's cry for help.

Spells were flying around him, Yang Zhao yelled again, without waiting for the other party's response, he struggled to get up and continue to escape.

As soon as she stood up, she felt a wind blowing from the back of her head. She kicked her feet hard and rolled to the side.

"Boom! Boom!"

That big tail descended from the sky, knocking down the entrance to the secret passage.

In addition to the flying stones at the entrance, you can vaguely hear the voice of someone calling for help in the secret passage.

While blocking the falling stones with his arms, Yang Zhao touched the center of his eyebrows with two fingers.

"Subtle Vacuum, Divine Night Zhao Gong, Lei Lai!"

Click!

The lightning struck Jiaolong directly, causing it to roll all over the ground, and the whole ground vibrated like an earthquake.

Now, there are more voices calling for help in the secret passage.

Yang Zhao trembled from the electric shock, but he didn't care about it, and shouted at the crowd attacking the dragon.

"Someone in the secret path hasn't come out yet, can you lead this flood dragon into midair?"

"We also want to, but this dragon is determined not to go up!"

boom!boom!boom!
The flood dragon writhed on the ground, and the huge force caused the secret path to collapse again.

Yang Zhao felt a little regretful, she shouldn't have come here, not only did she not find foreign aid, but she also implicated other people.

She struggled to get up and shouted: "Give me some time, I will try to get out of the range of the secret passage!"

Vaguely, she heard voices from the ground.

"Amitabha, come here as a poor monk!"

The sound of the Buddha's name made her feel like listening to fairy music, and it felt like the sky was dawning in an instant.

The ground suddenly collapsed and a big hole was created. A skeleton stepped out of the hole first, followed by more than 20 monks supporting each other and filing out. Seeing the scene outside, there were discussions.

"I'm still wondering who has such great strength. It turns out to be the Flood Dragon Spear."

"This Flood Dragon Spear is crazy!"

"Amitabha, this place is dangerous. Don't stop here, all benefactors. It's important to find a place to heal your injuries."

"Thank you for your help, Senior!"

Some people saluted and thanked the skeleton, and fled to the distance while avoiding the spells flying around, while others immediately surrounded the dragon after expressing their thanks.

"Yang Tanyue, why did you suffer such serious injuries?"

The skeleton saw Yang Zhao as soon as he turned his head.

"Master, I'm really sorry, that Flood Dragon Spear came here to hunt and kill me, and I didn't think twice when I was escaping."

"Tan Yue doesn't need to blame himself. When his life is hanging by a thread, no one will think too much. There should still be some people trapped in the secret path here. We can't let it continue to run wild here. The poor monk has to learn the dragon gun. "

The skeleton glowed with golden light, and the bones were covered with a layer of illusory flesh and blood. A tall monk in a bright red cassock stood in front of Yang Zhao.

The great monk stretched out his hand, and a tin rod with nine rings broke through the ground and flew into his hand.

He raised his palm and chanted the mantra lightly.

"Vajrapani Bodhisattva Panza Bani, get up!"

I saw the flood dragon rolling on the ground was slowly lifted into the air by an invisible force.

Everyone turned their heads in surprise, winked at each other, and retreated to the side.

The dragon gun was a little out of breath.

"Who is meddling here!"

"Amitabha is the poor monk."

The Jiaolong turned over and bowed his head, watching intently.

"Hey! This is really new. I haven't seen a monk in hundreds of years, and I ran into a dead monk in this dilapidated ruins?! You don't want to reincarnate early, great monk, what kind of skeleton are you playing here!"

"Amitabha, benefactor, where you fought just now, there is a secret road below where the poor monk is buried. Now because of you, many people are trapped inside. There is no other way, the poor monk can only invite you to go up."

"You feel sorry for those people in the secret path, it's simple, just give me the woman behind you, and I'll get up and leave without saying a word!"

The tin stick in the great monk's hand lightly stomped, and slowly rose to Jiaolong's eyes.

"The benefactor was joking. She is behind the poor monk. If you want to take her away, you will naturally have to step over the skeleton of the poor monk."

The great monk spoke calmly and loudly.

"You think I'm afraid that you won't succeed, and dare to compete with me with a skeleton!"

Jiaolong opened his mouth, and a thick water dragon rushed towards the monk.

With a sweep of the monk's tin stick, the water dragon was scattered, and the two of them fought in one place when they came and went.

Although they seem to have similar levels of cultivation, in comparison, Jiaolong's body is huge and bloated, and he is not as agile as the great monk, and the great monk often grabs the gap and hits him with a stick.

That dragon is not a vegetarian either, after a few rounds of fighting it simply turned into itself, a big spear flying up and down around the monk, this time the speed was much faster.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Yang Zhao took out the wound medicine secreted by the sunfish from the Qiankun bag, dug out a little and stuffed it into his mouth, sat cross-legged on the spot, and used his spiritual power to activate the medicine to run quickly.

This thing has a mouthful of fishy smell, and the taste is similar to snot.

But the medicine is really good medicine. Not long after taking the medicine, she felt a lot more relaxed, and even the pain was reduced by more than half.

The Flood Dragon Spear couldn't attack for a long time, seeing Yang Zhao sitting on the ground exercising his kung fu, he made a feint and pierced it down.

"Almsgiver, the poor monk is still here, where are you going?"

The great monk swung his tin stick and hit the tail of the gun body, then fished it back and pulled it back.

"You want to die, bald donkey!"

The dragon spear was covered with blood mist, and it aimed at the monk's head and pierced it.

Yang Zhao felt much better. He stood up and started running away from the secret passage.

This Flood Dragon Spear is not dead, and always wants to come down to attack, she has to leave here first, lest the Flood Dragon Spear collapse the secret passage.

Sure enough, as soon as she ran, the Flood Dragon Spear began to chase in her direction.

For the safety of the monks in the secret path, the great monk did not try his best to stop the movement of the dragon spear.

Yang Zhao ran in front, followed by a group of Foundation Establishment Stage monks not far behind, and the two fighting in the sky also slowly followed her.

But she moved too slowly, and Mori Tsuji caught up.

"Fellow Daoist, where do you want to go? I'll take you with me."

"Find a place with few people, thank you, Senior Sheng."

Mori Tsuji grabbed her collar and moved forward quickly.

The two parties leading the sky and the earth also accelerated.

Sheng Tsui found an open place, put Yang Zhao down, and retreated to the monks behind.