Chapter 1673

As soon as these words came out, Bai Chenjin and Li Canghai immediately sneered, looked at Wu Fan and started gearing up.

"Ling'er, be careful, we'll wait for an opportunity to escape."

Seeing that the monk was not moved, Wu Fan's face darkened and he hurriedly turned to Linger to warn him.

"Don't worry, Master! Now that the Flying Monkey is helping to hold those two people down, we may not be able to escape!"

At this time, Ling'er also became serious and nodded slightly.

"Junior Brother and Fellow Daoist Li, please take action. The poor monk will assist you!"

At this moment, the monk issued an order, and at the same time, the golden light in the distance flashed away. From a distance, the scepter flew towards him at great speed again.

"Okay! Leave it to us."

"Don't worry, senior brother, this person can't escape."

Li Canghai and Bai Chen nodded solemnly. At the same time, their minds moved, and the string of Buddhist beads twirled around, and instantly turned into a large gold hoop about ten feet high.

The four skulls high in the sky also opened and closed their mouths to bite Wu Fan.

"Hey, Li, please do me a favor!"

Unexpectedly, as soon as the three of them took action, Li Cangming's strange laughter suddenly came from the distance. The next moment, in the cloudy courtyard, many ghost figures could clearly be seen rushing towards this side with teeth and claws.

Although the number is only twenty-three-tenths of the total, there are two ghost kings mixed in.

It could be seen that most of the remaining ghosts, which this person did not dare to mobilize, were being used to entangle the monkey.

But even so, this part of ghosts is still a big deal of power. After all, the ghosts that can be kept in captivity by this person are at the lowest level of fierce ghosts. Looking at it, the number of them is at least hundreds, which is equivalent to There are hundreds of foundation-building monks, not counting the dozen ghost generals.

"snort!"

Seeing this scene, Wu Fan's eyes flashed fiercely, but he showed no fear. After winking at Ling'er, he clapped his hands hard, and then suddenly raised it high into the sky.

Suddenly, there was a loud crackling sound, and countless golden arcs shot out from high in the sky, quickly hitting the ghosts.

At the same time, he held the sky-breaking stick in his hand, and while retreating quickly, he hit the scepter hard.

A loud "bang" sound was heard, and as far as the eye could see, the previous scene appeared again, and the golden scepter was smashed away again.

But Wu Fan mastered the angle this time, and instead of approaching the hall, he used the rebounding force to fly towards the eastern periphery of the courtyard.

It was obvious that he wanted to jump out of the wall here and escape from the temple far away.

At this moment, Ling'er also took action. Under her control, the ghost dagger, Qingminghuan and Phoenix Moon Hairpin flew out one after another, meeting the skull and the Buddha's golden hoop.

At the same time, every time Ling'er waved his arm, a crescent light blade shot out, easily blocking the two attacks amidst the bursts of loud noises.

However, before Li and Bai could be shocked by Ling'er's terror, an unbelievable shout suddenly came from deep in the courtyard.

"What's going on? Why is this happening? What kind of thunder and lightning is this!"

This voice was made by Li Cangming, and you can clearly hear the fear and distress in these words.

After hearing this, everyone turned around in confusion.

As a result, the next moment, several people's eyes widened instantly, and even the monk Jishi was stunned.

Because in the eyes of everyone, those flying ghosts disappeared in painful silence amidst the shrill screams as soon as they came into contact with the golden thunder and lightning.

Only the two ghost kings survived by luck, but their bodies became dim and transparent, and their vitality was obviously severely damaged.

"This thunder and lightning actually has the effect of restraining ghosts. Cousin, take back the two ghost kings quickly, otherwise they will also be destroyed."

Li Canghai immediately understood what was going on. While being shocked, he hurriedly shouted into the distance.

In fact, he didn't need to remind him anything. At this moment, the two ghost kings had already fled back in panic.

"Senior brother, stop him quickly, that kid is about to escape."

While several people were stunned, Wu Fan and Ling'er had already withdrawn from the vicinity of the hall and were quickly leaning towards the far wall.

Seeing this scene, Bai Chen couldn't help shouting anxiously, and at the same time hurriedly threw out a flying sword in his hand.

This flying sword had been seen in the hall before. It was a mid-level ancient spiritual weapon. It was very powerful. It disappeared in a flash and quickly caught up with Wu Fan who was running away.

At this moment, Li Canghai was also shocked by these words and quickly threw out the ancient treasures of the meteor hammer and the long sword.

However, Wu Fan didn't care about the two attacks. After sneering, he flicked his hand lightly, and the Tiangang Spirit-Severing Sword suddenly shot out.

You must know that the Soul-Slaying Sword has the magical power of teleportation, and its speed is naturally beyond the comparison of the two magic weapons.

I saw that the Soul-Slaying Sword was like a ghost, disappearing into the void from time to time. Every time the sword appeared, it would be accompanied by a loud noise, and the long knife, meteor hammer, and flying sword would inevitably be knocked away. go out.

To be honest, if these three ancient treasures were not of extremely high level, they would have been destroyed by the Spirit-Zlaying Sword. But even so, after several collisions, the three ancient treasures became dull and damaged. Looks light.

This scene frightened Bai and Li so much that they did not dare to stop them easily.

At this moment, Wu Fan, with a sneer, had arrived at the edge of the courtyard.

"Amitabha, Donor Wu, please stay!"

Suddenly, the indifferent voice of Monk Jishi came from deep in the courtyard.

The next moment, an astonishing scene appeared. A huge golden hand suddenly appeared in the sky, and it slapped down from the sky, aiming at Wu Fan.

This golden palm print was at least ten feet long, as if it was real. It sent out an astonishing pressure. Wherever it passed, there was a howling wind, extremely terrifying, as if one palm could smash a person into mud.

"Haha, my senior brother has already used the "World-Destroying Palm". This time I want to see if you can die."

Seeing this, Bai Chenjin suddenly laughed, staring at Wu Fan with his eyes, his eyes full of malice.

It can be seen that he has absolute confidence in the attack of Jishi Monk.

"Damn it!"

Seeing this, Wu Fan's face sank, and he couldn't help cursing, but he didn't dare to neglect it at all. He threw the Sky-Breaking Stick in his hand with a solemn look.

As soon as the stick left his hand, it quickly became thicker and bigger, and in the blink of an eye it became more than ten feet long.

As Wu Fan's mind moved, the giant pillar actually spun rapidly in the stunned eyes of everyone, like a fan, with only the afterimage left, and then it went straight towards the golden hand.

There was a loud rumble like thunder, and as soon as the two came into contact, it was like the sky and the earth were collapsing, and even the space was shaking, and the dark yin energy quickly dissipated where they intertwined.

Faintly, it can be seen that there are thin space cracks emerging in the empty space, which shows how terrifying the power of this attack is.

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