The Witch of the Black Mountain poured himself a cup of fruit wine brewed by the monkey demons in the mountains.
"Even if I lend these two bald donkeys ten times the courage of a bear or a leopard, they wouldn't dare to come down the mountain to kill me.”
Nie Xiaoqian removed her red veil and said with a strange expression,""Witch of the Black Mountain, are you sure?"
"Yes!"
The Witch of the Black Mountain finished the Monkey Wine in one gulp.
"The old bald donkey was traumatized by me and doesn't dare to leave the mountain.”
"As for the little bald monk, he hasn't reached the stage yet. He's not even a fart!”
"Today is my wedding day. Who dares to come and disturb me?!”
The Witch of the Black Mountain felt that drinking from a cup was not satisfying enough, so he directly picked up the wine pot and drank to his heart's content.
With a bang, the wooden box exploded.
Pieces and pieces of wood flew out in all directions.
A young figure flew into the sky and immediately circulated his dense Buddhist power. He struck a palm at the drinking Witch of the Black Mountain.
"Demon, Lord Zeng can kill you with a fart today!”
Xu Changsheng's sword-like eyebrows shot up as he shouted angrily with the Lion's Roar of Buddhism.
The sound waves swept out like wild waves, shattering the surrounding objects. It was like a spring thunder explosion, scaring even ghosts and gods.
"Pfft…"
The Witch of the Black Mountain was so frightened that he spat out a mouthful of wine. In his panic and shock, he hurriedly raised his hand to respond.
There was a loud bang.
The two palms slammed together, and a white wave of air mixed with the aftershock surged out, shattering the table and chairs.
Xu Changsheng's palm strike was a combination of the Vajra Palm and the Swastika Buddhist Seal. The Witch of the Black Mountain was no match for Xu Changsheng in his haste.
One of the Witch of the Black Mountain's arms exploded, and black smoke billowed out. He stepped backward and stomped on the wooden board, shattering it.
"You're the little bald donkey of the ancient temple on the mountain top!”
"Amitabha, you're the bald donkey. Your entire family is bald donkeys!!”
Xu Changsheng continued to pursue, unleashing the full power of his Martial Arts Grandmaster.
The sixth level of Tendon Changing Classic was not something that anyone could compare to.
Eighteen Arhat Fist!
The Buddhist power in Xu Changsheng's body surged. The boundless Buddhist power of the Mirror Stage Realm was added to his fist, making his flesh and skin seem to be gilded and dazzling with golden light.
His fists were firm and fierce, and they were like a tiger and a wind, with unlimited power.
The fist energy whistled like a ferocious tiger pouncing and a true dragon roaring, heading straight for the Witch of the Black Mountain.
The Witch of the Black Mountain was caught off guard. He was at a disadvantage in the first round, and one of his arms was blown off.
Before he could adjust his condition, he was suppressed by Xu Changsheng again. The black-robed figure was hit eighteen times.
The fist force penetrated his body, and the Buddhist power was masculine. The Demon of the Black Mountain's demonic power boiled, and his body sank into eighteen fist pits before exploding with a bang.
"Not good, did something happen?"
The demons in the hall were shocked and didn't know what to do.
It was the Blood Karma Corpse Demon Army Lieutenant General who reacted first. He rushed into the house and saw the scene of the Witch of the Black Mountain being blown up.
"The Witch of the Black Mountain!"
The Fujun Zhonglang General was shocked.
What did he see?
A handsome young monk smashed the Witch of the Black Mountain with his fists.
Even if the Witch of the Black Mountain was just a clone, it still showed that the young monk was profound in Buddhism and extraordinary in martial arts.
"Bald monk, die!"
" Kill!" The Fujun Lieutenant General roared angrily. His body was covered in a bloody light as he charged at Xu Changsheng.
"Amitabha. General, your opponent is me!”
"Boundless Buddhist Dharma, Great Compassion Palm!”
The other wooden box exploded, sending wood pieces flying.
A skinny old monk sat cross-legged on the wooden box. His body emitted golden light as he raised his hand and pressed down on the general.
"Ah weng ma mi coax…"
Sanskrit chants lingered, and the Buddha bell rang.
A huge golden palm descended from the sky and pressed down on the Fujun General.
"So there's an old monk hiding. Let's see how I destroy Buddha today!!”
The Fujun Zhonglang roared angrily at the sky. Blood rose from his body and turned into a blood armor. He held the Bloodthirsty Violent Blade and slashed at the old monk Hui Ming's Great Compassion Palm.
Behind them, the five immortals and the other demons and monsters arrived.
"Sister, let's attack together.”
Ning Caicheng shouted and flew into the sky.
" Alright, Sister!!"
Nie Xiaoqian flew up with Ning Caicheng to deal with the five immortals and the other wandering ghosts.
The red-dressed ghosts that had killed people and were plagued by negative karma extended their fingernails and stabbed at Xu Changsheng.
"At that time, Blessed One, from the bun of flesh, a hundred precious lights surged. The Thousand Leaves Treasure Lotus surged out of the light. There is a Tathagata, sitting in the treasure. Top ten, Hundred Treasure Light!"
Xu Changsheng held a Buddhist seal with one hand and chanted profound Sanskrit Buddhist chants. The Buddhist power in his body transformed into all kinds of mysterious mysteries that bloomed from the pores on his body.
For a moment, Xu Changsheng's body burst out with hundreds of golden lights. The Thousand-leaf Treasure Lotus appeared around him. The Buddha's light shone brightly, peaceful and dazzling.
The gorgeous yet harmless Buddhist light of the Shurangama Mantra shone on the female ghosts, striking them like a heavy hammer.
With a scream, the female ghost was illuminated by the Buddhist light of the Shurangama Mantra. She let out a shrill cry and then turned into ashes.
"A living person!"
"Kill him, suck his Yang Qi dry."
"I want to eat his flesh and blood. Don't snatch it from me!”
"I heard that monk meat is the most fragrant and can increase one's cultivation.”
"That old monk is so skinny. His meat is the most meaty. I want this young and handsome monk!”
"Forget it, I'll reluctantly eat the old monk. The soup made with old bones will definitely be delicious.
A group of demons and monsters from the black mountain surged over like a tide and attacked Xu Changsheng and Hui Ming.
"Heh, do you really think I'm a hot potato that you can slaughter?”
Xu Changsheng sneered. With a flip of his hand, he raised the purple copper alms bowl and threw it into the air.
Buddhist power surged in, and the purple copper alms bowl kept spinning and growing.
By the time it rose into the air, the purple copper alms bowl had already become the size of a house, emitting rays of purple-gold ripple-like light.
"Purple copper alms bowl, suppress this poor monk!”
Xu Changsheng's eyes were wide open, like the Vajra of the Buddhist Sect, he was not angry but mighty.
"Thump!"
The purple copper alms bowl suddenly fell and ruthlessly enveloped the demons and monsters with lower cultivation.
Buddhist scriptures appeared inside, and Buddhist power surged like a prayer wheel furnace that would turn everything into ashes.
On the other side.
The old monk fought with the Fujun Lieutenant General and used his full strength.
"Prajna Sarira, Buddha Light Illumination!”
The old monk roared. His eyes, which were usually squinted, were opened in anger. His white eyebrows fluttered in the wind, and his skull emitted a dazzling golden light. A round, golden pearl flew out.
It was the old monk's sarira!
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