The two great monks Huikong and Huicong were besieged by three or four evil spirits, and many bloody holes were opened by swords. Several great monks fought and retreated, and were in a mess. The fierce souls had many moves, each with their strengths, and more than half of them were similar to those of the monk Huikong's cultivation. At the beginning of the battle, the three of them were immediately in trouble. They only wanted to protect themselves when they took action, and they were powerless to fight back.

The evil spirits were scruples without any scruples. They were killing moves, and they had to take the lives of these great monks. The three of them were soon forced to the near the rock where the little monk Zenxin stood.

Old Liu hesitated for a while and never left. He knew in his heart that he might be able to escape his life if he left, and there was only one way to die. However, once he left, if Wu Feng had a mistake, how would he face Taoist Qingfeng and Zhou Ming? What would he face Guo Dacheng and others?

After living at such a big age, Old Liu has long been very frank about life and death. Although he doesn't want to die yet, Old Liu is not afraid of death.

Old Liu's cultivation is not high, and he can't beat any of the evil spirits released by the masked old Taoist, let alone he is seriously injured again.

Old Liu's face changed a few times. At first hesitated, then worried and panic, but finally calmed down again. He touched his waist tremblingly, pulled down his wine gourd, pulled open the plug, raised his head and drank most of the gourd wine, and then threw the wine gourd aside. This time, there was a calm and determined feeling in his eyes.

The little monk Zenxin heard the movement of Old Liu's head, so he moved his eyes from his three uncles to Old Liu's head, and said calmly: Old donor, you are seriously injured and can't drink. After a pause, he said again and said, "Why donor, the little donor asked you to leave just now, why don't you leave."

Then why didn't you, the little monk, leave, Lao Liu was already a little drunk. He turned his head to look at the little monk Chanxin and asked back.

The little monk did not leave and had his own reasons for the little monk, and he was unwilling to do so. The little monk Zenxin replied.

There are reasons why I don’t leave, so the little monk shouldn’t say too much. Old Liu was confused by the little monk’s words, and I don’t know what he wanted to express, so the boss was already impatient.

The little monk Zenxin seemed not to hear Lao Liu's teasing, but still looked calm and calm, and turned his head to look at the three great monks again.

With a bang, a mouthful of blood was sprayed out. Master Huiming was kicked into the heart by a vicious soul like an old Taoist, and his body flew backwards, landed heavily on the ground, and landed at the feet of the little monk Zenxin.

Master Huiming covered his heart and didn't know where the Zen stick had fallen. He looked up at the Zen Xin and said in a irritable manner: Zen Xin and Shajia and your master can't stand it anymore, run away quickly.

Before he finished speaking, Master Huiming squirted blood, and he lost all movement. He didn't know whether it was death or life.

At the same time, the two old Taoists held sharp blades and ran towards the little monk Zenxin, with a fierce look on their faces.
Chapter completed!