Chapter 458 The Monk Who Cuts Meat and Feeds Eagles

Laymen watch the excitement, and experts watch the doorway!

The battle between Wu Xiong and Monk Jueming seemed to be without any danger, but the real masters could see that every movement of the two sides was a matter of life and death, life and death.

Of course, even laymen can feel the heavy pressure from the dignified expressions on both sides, and all of them held their breath.

This battle was not a normal battle from the beginning.

When Monk Jueming stepped forward and stepped forward, Wu Xiong angrily glanced at Wang Zhu under the ring, he knew that Wang Zhu under the ring was responsible for the failure just now.

Now, things get complicated.

Monk Jueming was obviously really angry.

If it was an ordinary martial arts master who really angered Wu Xiong, he would not take it to heart. The problem is that Jueming is a monk. Jueming is not a monk of wine and meat, and he is not a monk who only knows how to deceive good men and women to make money. He is a monk who practiced. , a monk who can slay demons

Jue Ming is angry.

Jueming didn't expect Wu Xiong to be so despicable, just a face-to-face, he used a sneak attack method, if it wasn't for the loud shout just now that made him return to a trace of clarity, even if he didn't die, he would have to shed a layer of skin.

"Amitabha!" Monk Jueming stood less than two meters in front of Wu Xiong and stopped, chanted the Buddha's name like a bell, and said: "Benefactor, the sea of ​​suffering is boundless, turn back and see the shore!"

Wu Xiong stood still, with a blank expression on his face.

In the past, when Wu Wanguo and his son were around, Wu Xiong was unknown, but now, Wu Xiong has become the pillar of the entire Wu family's comeback.

Wu Xiong knew very well that he could not be defeated. If he was defeated, not only would he no longer be able to stand out, but the entire Wu family would also decline.

The most direct impact of Wu Xiong's defeat is that the hundreds of millions of funds obtained from the sale of New Oriental Martial Arts School will be divided up by this huge family. The seven aunts and eight aunts will each share several million. After losing this fund , which means that the Wu family no longer has the capital to make a comeback.

If Wu Xiong wins, then he can control the money and let it be used to revitalize the investment of the Wu family...

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Although the Sun Mountain Martial Arts Conference was held in a hurry, but,

However, Wu Xiong spent countless efforts. In order to win the final victory, he even did not hesitate to awaken the evil spirit - the black-clothed head-down master raises ghosts.

It is an extremely rare method to raise ghosts by a black-clothed head-down master. Use the skull of a down-head master or a practitioner to make a yin card, and after blessing seven sevens and forty-nine days, the ghost will be cultivated and the spirit injection will be successful. Card ghosts have powerful functions, and each one is unique. Due to the reduction of head-down masters, such big ghosts are extremely rare, and they cannot be invited because of not very deep fate.

The way to identify the true and false is this kind of head drop master negative card. When you get it in your hand, you will have a lot of physical reactions, such as dizziness, nausea, headache, stomach pain, general numbness, local numbness, rapid heartbeat, etc. The spiritual power is extraordinary. .

The black-clothed head-down master's method of raising ghosts is to use the skulls or body tissues of people who died in vain or unnatural death to make yin cards. It is also very rare and expensive. Made of skull or scalp, very precious. Some people will have a great physical reaction when they see it.

In order to raise ghosts, Wu Xiong spent a lot of money, not to mention, he even found another way, personally tortured and killed a cultivator who had no grievances and no grievances, took his skull, let the grievances stagnate, formed the color of heavy ink, and carved it into thirty-six. Ink beads.

Because the owner of the skull picked by the evil ink beads has been tortured in front of him, and his hostility can be released, which can prevent evil spirits from hurting the enemy.

This kind of ghost raising has gone beyond the scope of normal ghost raising, and the risk is extremely high. Once out of control, the ghost raiser may be controlled by the ghost he raises, because there is no support between the two, but a kind of An unforgettable hatred, and the power of evil spirits also stems from this hatred.

In order to turn hatred into power, the master in black will not erase the memory of the master of the evil spirit, which makes the master of the evil spirit remember the process of being tortured. This memory makes the power of the evil spirit stronger and stronger. I hope that one day I will surpass my master's strength and counterattack my master...

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It is precisely because the evil spirits are so powerful that the moment Monk Jueming stepped onto the ring, he sensed the evil spirit in Wu Xiong.

Since ancient times, there has been an inconsistency between good and evil.

"Master, it's useless to talk too much, let's fight!"

Wu Xiong was afraid that Monk Jueming would reveal his secret, so he gave a cold shout and strode towards Monk Jueming. At this time, the distance between the two was less than two meters, and the distance between them disappeared with just one step.

"war!"

Monk Jueming had a look of arrogance. To Wu Xiong's surprise, he didn't retreat. Instead, he stretched his fingers and grabbed Wu Xiong.

"Monk, you cast yourself into a trap, but you can't blame me!"

Wu Xiong was overjoyed when he saw that monk Jueming grabbed it with his five fingers spread out, and immediately stretched out his hand to grab it. The thirty-six bone beads on his wrist gave off a dim light, making one's heart palpitate.

"Brighten the world, and be able to let evildoers run rampant!"

Monk Jueming yelled, opened his arms, and with a bang, the black sandalwood beads on his neck suddenly broke, and the 108 beads made a "swish" sound in the air, like falling into the air. Rain usually falls on the ring.

"not good!"

Wu Xiong felt surrounded by a sense of grandeur, knowing that something was wrong, he quickly withdrew his hands and retreated.

late!

The one hundred and eight black sandalwood beads formed a diamond array of one hundred and eight monks in the air, completely enveloping the evil spirits on Wu Xiong's body.

With a sound of "collapse", the black bone beads on Wu Xiong's wrist also broke, and fell onto the ring with a bang...

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Everyone didn't understand what happened, even a group of masters didn't know, they just saw the two people on the ring were about to make contact, then suddenly retreated, and then, the black beads on both of them fell on the ring, making a sound like The crisp sound of pearls falling on a jade plate.

However, in the eyes of a cultivator who has opened his eyes, it is a different scene.

Su Xue, Wang Chu, and Wang Hanchao all stood up one after another, looking at the ring with horror on their faces.

They saw an evil spirit making a heart-piercing roar on the ring, constantly clashing on the ring, while the one hundred and eight ebony beads emitted light blue Buddha light, tightly Surrounding the evil spirits, they rushed to kill each other. Although invisible and intangible, it was extremely tragic.

At this time, Monk Jueming and Wu Xiong were both urging the beads, and the two sides seemed to be evenly matched. Beads of sweat rolled down their foreheads, and they looked stern.

"Peng!"

"Peng!"

"Peng!"

"Peng!"

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Just when Wang Zhu was thinking about whether to help Monk Jueming, suddenly, more than a hundred beads on the ring made a series of bursting sounds, like firecrackers, and the smoke and dust filled the air for a while.

Wang Zhu had a dazed expression on his face, he didn't expect that the more than one hundred Buddhist beads would die with the evil spirits.

"Pfft..."

Monk Jueming suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, his obese body backed up again and again, and sat down on the ground with a "slap".

"what!"

Wu Xiong watched the evil spirit bone beads he worked so hard to refine being destroyed by Monk Jueming, raised his head to the sky and roared in grief and indignation, clenched his fists tightly, and approached Monk Jueming step by step with blood-red eyes.

"Almsgiver, put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately..." Monk Jueming struggled to stand up, precariously toppled, although his face was haggard, there was a faint light of Buddha.

"Gods block and kill gods, Buddhas block and kill Buddhas!" Wu Xiong was murderous.

"Benefactor..." Monk Jueming looked up at Wu Xiong with a peaceful expression on his face.

"Wu Xiong, stop!" Wang Zhu shouted from below the ring.

"Wang stupid, I'll settle the score with you later!" Wu Xiong grinned grimly.

"Monk, you've lost, lie down!" Wang Zhu became anxious immediately. At this moment, he had already seen that after Monk Jueming controlled the 108 beads and died with the evil spirit jade, he was exhausted. , but Wu Xiong is different, because the evil spirit he raises has independent fighting power, and he doesn't need much effort to control it.

"Thank you for the kindness of the benefactor. My Buddha is merciful. If I don't go to hell, whoever will go to hell, Amitabha!" Monk Jueming put his hands together and proclaimed the Buddha's name.

"Master, I will supersede you today!"

"stop!"

In desperation, Wang Zhu suddenly jumped up to the ring.

late.

The moment Wang Zhu jumped up, Wu Xiong had already made a move. His lightning-like iron fist blew a gust of wind and hit Monk Jueming's chest directly.

"Crack, click..."

Amidst a series of palpitations and broken bones, Wu Xiong's fist crushed Jueming monk's folded hands, and then landed on his chest.

Suddenly, time and space seemed to freeze, and thousands of people stood up one after another.

Monk Jueming didn't have the slightest pain on his face, but looked at Wu Xiong calmly.

"Benefactor, you are very ill, and the monk can't save you."

"Humph!"

Wu Xiong snorted coldly, glared fiercely at Wang Zhu who was standing beside Monk Jueming, turned around and walked away.

"Thank you little brother." Monk Jueming slightly turned his head to look at Wang Chu.

"Why are you bothering?" Wang Zhu looked at Monk Jueming, whose face was purple and golden, and he knew that this monk had already returned to the light and was powerless.

"Little brother is a man of wisdom, but unfortunately, the monk can't accompany you to drink and eat meat with big bowls."

"You are a monk of wine and meat!" Wang Zhu grasped the arm of monk Jueming with his arms, and spent a little bit of spiritual energy, but it didn't work at all, because the monk's eight extraordinary meridians had been cut off.

"Hey, little brother, do you think that all the monks are cheating food and drink only to make money?" Monk Jueming smiled slightly.

"Master..." Wang Zhu showed respect on his face.

"There is a saying that if I don't go to hell, who will go to hell! Little brother, let me go."

Monk Jueming sat down slowly, slowly closed a pair of crushed palms, and gradually closed a pair of eyes like copper bells, showing a solemn Dharma appearance.

"Uncle!"

"Master!"

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Just as the monk Jueming sat down slowly, a group of monks ran onto the ring one after another, with anxious expressions on their faces.

"Don't panic. The world is impermanent, and only monks can be liberated." Monk Jueming opened his eyes again and looked at everyone.

The expressions on the faces of a group of monks calmed down, and they all lowered their heads, chanting sutras around Monk Jueming.

"Monk, I drink and eat meat all my life, and at most I only have two relics. When the time comes, I will give one to this little brother and one to stay in Shaolin Temple."

After Monk Jueming finished speaking, he slowly closed his eyes. At this moment, a group of monks who were already in tears surrounded Monk Jueming and chanted scriptures, the scene was extremely solemn.

Monk Jueming passed away.

Looking at the lifeless monk Jueming, Wang Zhu was in a daze...r1058 ()