Chapter 720 Golden Cymbal Dharma King
Ling Qing shook her head, waved the dust whisk, and immediately the soil on the ground rolled up, and the blood of all the stumped limbs was rolled up and buried in the ground.
He also recited the mantra of purifying heaven and earth, making them return dust to ashes, dust to dust, and return to heaven and earth.
"I'm here to kill demons, but you are kind enough to save them there." Fa Hai glanced at him, and then walked up the mountain.
At this time, he was dressed in fluttering white clothes, holding a whisk in his hand.
If you don't look at the way he killed the demon just now, he is really a handsome monk.
However, Lingqing knew that his murderous intentions became more serious these days.
The two also met some little monsters on the way, except Ling Qing, who looked innocent and was rescued by him.
The rest were buried in the hands of Fahai.
Strange to say, the more he kills a monk, the longer the mana will be.
Of course, this demon is getting stronger day by day.
However, no matter how powerful the inner demon was, he would have killed him, and his killing intent had grown even stronger.
The two went up the mountain, killed many little monsters, and alarmed the owner of the mountain.
"Report!!"
A little demon ran quickly into the cave, knelt on the ground and reported: "Your Majesty, a monk and a Taoist priest came outside.
That monk almost killed all our brothers in the mountain. "
There is no classic top chair in the cave, but a stone couch.
Sitting on it was a big man in a scarlet robe and crown, with a black face and beard, who was not angry and majestic.
Hearing this, he opened his eyes and asked, "What?
Where did the wild monk come from, dare to come to me to play wild? After I captured him alive, he sacrificed to my Buddha. "
After finishing speaking, he picked up a pair of golden bowls on the side and was about to go out.
A handsome young man stood up and said, "Father, why bother you to do it, just go for a walk, my son."
These two people are the great king of Phoenix Mountain, King Jinbo, and his son, Young Master Jinwu.
"Forget it, my son caught him and held him accountable for his father." Dharma King Jinbo thought for a while after hearing this, put down the golden bowl and nodded.
"The child will not disgrace his life." Young Master Jinwu clasped his fists in a salute, turned around and left the cave.
Under Xiao Yao's leadership, they didn't go far, and saw a monk with a face as cold as ice and a murderous look all over his body.
"Monk stop, this is Phoenix Mountain, not a place for you to run wild.
If you hurt all the creatures that hurt me all over the mountain, if you are willing to catch them without a fight, I can still give you a good time.
If you are stubborn, you will have to suffer a lot. "
A golden light flashed in Fahai's eyes, and he could see that he was a thousand-year-old centipede spirit.
He snorted coldly and said, "A tiny centipede dares to act presumptuously.
Dawei Tianlong, King Kong flames, and demons! "
A golden flame ignited from the dust whisk, and as he shook, the flame flew towards Young Master Jinwu and bound him.
"ah!!"
Young Master Jinwu was engulfed in flames, and suddenly felt a piercing pain, and couldn't help but screamed.
Turning into a hundred feet crimson centipede, it jumped up, its pincers opened and closed to swallow Fahai.
However, before reaching Fa Hai, he was burned to ashes by the vajra flame.
Even the fly ash failed to reach Fa Hai's feet.
Fa Hai stepped forward, the breeze blowing away the fly ash, he looked up at the cave on the mountainside.
There, King Jinbo, who heard the screams and rushed out of the cave, was glaring at him.
"Monk, you dare to hurt my son's life, today I will refine you into pus." The Golden Cymbal Dharma King shouted, and hit the golden bowl in his hand to make a loud noise.
A sound wave pierced through the air and cut towards Fahai.
"Hmph, small tricks." Seeing the change in the hand formula, Fa Hai recited the mantra in his mouth.
A ray of Buddha's light suddenly appeared, scattered the sound waves, and shone towards the Golden Cymbal Dharma King.
The Buddha's light fell on his body, causing the golden cymbal dharma king to emit green smoke all over his body like sulfuric acid.
The Dharma King hurriedly pulled off his dharma robe, and a red Buddha's light also rose to protect himself.
"Where are you monk from?"
"The poor monk is Fahai of Jinshan Temple!" Seeing that the Buddha's light failed to take him in, Fahai immediately pulled his cassock.
"Kasaw, collect demons!"
The snow-white cassock fluttered up like white clouds.
Dharma King Jinbo was shocked when he heard Fa Hai's name. He had naturally heard of Fa Hai's name.
Seeing the cassock coming again, it was like a sky, so I dare not neglect it now.
Throwing the golden cymbals in his hand, the two golden bowls spun rapidly, making a sound of purging, and cut two holes in the cassock.
Seeing that the cassock was torn, Fa Hai took it back, and stretched out his hand to hold out the purple gold bowl.
According to the golden cymbal, he split his hands and hit it out.
The two golden bowls of King Jinbo are just ordinary magic weapons, how can they stand up to Fa Hai's purple gold bowl.
With a bang, it was covered by the bowl.
At first there was a tinkling sound, but after a while, there was no sound.
Obviously either it was suppressed by it, or it was refined.
Gaining power and not forgiving, Fahai raised his hand to attract, and the golden bowl covered the golden cymbal King Fawang.
"Master, please forgive me. I have received the Buddha's shadow in front of the Guanyin Bodhisattva." Jinbo Dharma King immediately begged for mercy when he saw it.
Fa Hai's complexion changed when he heard this, "Take it!"
He raised his palm and took the purple gold bowl back.
He looked at the golden cymbal dharma king and said, "Have you really received the Buddha's shade in front of the Bodhisattva?"
"Don't dare to lie to the mage, everything the little demon said is true." Dharma King Jin Bo kowtowed like garlic.
However, he secretly hid a mouthful of poisonous gas in his mouthparts.
Seeing Fa Hai approaching him, he suddenly raised his head, and a golden-red poisonous gas sprayed on Fa Hai's face.
Fa Hai inadvertently took a sip, and suddenly felt a sweetness in his heart, and he became dizzy and passed out on the ground.
Jinbo Dharma King stood up, looked at Fa Hai, whose face was like gold leaf and covered with bloodshot eyes, laughed and said, "You monk, so what if you are Fa Hai?
How dare I kill my child, how can I not avenge my child? "
"Did you really learn the Dharma in front of Guanyin Bodhisattva?" Just as he was proud, a voice rang in his ear.
"Who?" He was startled, stopped laughing, and turned his head to look.
I saw a young Taoist dressed in ordinary clothes.
He suddenly remembered that the little demon came to report earlier, saying that it was a monk and a Taoist.
Just now he was only looking for revenge on the monk, but he forgot about this Taoist.
But the famous monk Fahai was poisoned to death by him, so what can this Taoist do?
Could it be better than Monk Fahai?
At the moment, he didn't want to talk nonsense, and with a wave of his hand, another poisonous mist sprayed out.
I just want him to slowly struggle to death in the poisonous mist.
However, just as he was about to reach for Fahai's golden bowl, he saw his poisonous mist disappearing quickly out of the corner of his eye.
He looked over again, and saw a long banner standing in front of the Taoist priest, and there were countless strange cicadas and insects that were pale gold like glaze, walking on the banner.
His own poisonous mist was taken away by this banner.
He knew in his heart that this should be a magic weapon capable of absorbing poisonous mist, so he stretched out his hands immediately.
Two blood-red Wuhooks with fine barbs appeared in his hands.
This is the flying centipede hook that he sacrificed with his own two pincers earlier.
Since the golden cymbal was newly refined, it has not been used again. At this time, the golden cymbal was destroyed, so it can only be used for emergency.