Although these demon masters are only responsible for monitoring, who can survive the battle until now, is not an outstanding person? Almost all of them are top-notch masters.

In normal times, even if these people join forces, they will not hurt Master Jingkong's hair.

But the situation is different now. Master Jingkong's serious injury has not healed, and he is shaking to the naked eye. After being slapped by Feng Xingba with a palm, he hit the mountain wall, raised his head and vomited a mouthful of essence and blood. The Buddha light on his body was almost dim.

This scene deeply stimulated these demon masters who wanted to kill Master Jingkong to make achievements, and they all rushed one by one, for fear of being one step slower.

Of course, Feng Xingba was the fastest. This guy sneered and did not thank Master Jingkong for his previous resoluteness. Instead, he seized the opportunity and took advantage of Master Jingkong's power to resist, ten success powers were contained in his palm and slapped Master Jingkong's head suddenly.

However, Yu Shishi stood behind, a moment of hesitation flashed across her beautiful face, and she did not follow in time.

"The devil disciple is the devil disciple, he is cruel and ruthless, repays his kindness with grievances!" A pure Yang palm force suddenly rushed out of the cave, dragging out a golden passage behind him, and struck Feng Xingba in mid-air.

Feng Xingba quickly changed the single palm to two palms, and the green light was elegant and vigorous, and the wind was heavy.

Bang!

The void shook a few times, and the blue light was shaken away. The golden pure yang palm power had the upper hand and counterattacked towards Feng Xingba at an extremely fast speed.

The latter moved half a beat slower due to his previous injury. The left rib was rubbed by Chunyang's palm force, and he screamed suddenly. The sound of bone cracks sounded like a fried bean. His body retreated suddenly and was caught by Yu Shishi behind.

Feng Xingba spit out a mouthful of blood mist mixed with liver fragments and roared at Yu Shishi: "The enemy is right, why are you stunned?"

Yu Shishi looked ashamed. Thinking that it was related to the Holy Son, he finally made up his mind and used his skills to connect with Feng Xing's domineering aura. Feng Yu once again formed a battle formation.

At this time, the masters of the devil who fell from all over the world stopped and were shocked by the middle-aged Taoist priests who were blocking Master Jingkong. Look at me, I look at you, and I want the other party to test it.

Without temptation, this awesome middle-aged Taoist priest bulged his mouth and could no longer help but rush up the blood, swaying blood, and holding the mountain wall with one hand, he could barely stand firm.

Liuchen's injuries were lighter than Master Jingkong, but they were not much better. Otherwise, he alone would be enough to kill the cats and dogs around him.

This Taoist school, who became famous at a young age and stood in the Forty-something world in his forties, was now dying of a crazy person, and his handsome face was abnormally rosy, and he said in a deep voice: "Master, you and I are bound to escape today. However, before dying, we will kill another group of ghosts and monsters for the world. I hope Master, don't hold back again!"

There is no protection from Jingkong along the way, Liuchen cannot live today, but he is grateful, sometimes even he can't help but want to scold the old monk.

If the other party had not been ruthless and let the Fengyu and the others go, how could there be a crisis at this moment? He and Beitangyi wouldn't have to die here!

Master Jingkong closed his eyes, clasped his hands together, and silently recited Amitabha.

A beautiful woman in yellow slowly walked out of the stone cave behind her. Unfortunately, her face was haggard and her lips were bloodless. She even moved slightly step by step, leaning against the edge of the cave, looking sad.

As one of the two super masters of Jianhai Palace, Beitang has been looking down on the Nanwu River for a long time. At this time, even the masters are not taken into consideration by her. Today, she will be surrounded by a group of top-notch warriors. The grief and unwillingness in her heart are written on her face.

However, she did not resent Master Jingkong, and did not return to the ground and bring her out, and did not hesitate to transition her life source to her. She had already lost her soul.

Beitangyi knew very well that it was precisely to save her that Master Jingkong had lost too much and caused his old injuries, which made him fall to his current level.

"Master, I'm the one who dragged you down." Bei Tangyi chuckled softly, even her voice was very weak.

Master Jingkong opened his eyes and said, "The donor of the North Hall is so serious. Everything is my willingness. How can I drag you down? Master Liuchen, please protect the donor of the North Hall and let me do my last distraction."

After hearing what he said, Liuchen and Beitangyi were shocked.

The next moment, the old monk who was desperately struggling with a rich Buddha light appeared on his body, and then his whole body was covered with golden light, even his eyes turned pale gold, and his whole body seemed to be made of gold and iron, perfect.

But at the same time, the old monk's life aura, which was not strong, fell at an extremely fast speed.

"Master, no!" Beitang Yiqiao's face changed, she stretched out her hand, shouted with all her strength, and almost fell to the ground.

Master Liuchen also turned around, his face moved, and said in dismay: "Master!"

This compassionate old monk actually forced himself to squeeze the last bit of his remaining strength at the cost of burning his life source.

Although this could help him recover for a short time, he would be exhausted and fishing. Once his power was exhausted, it would be the end of the life of this Taoist monk.

"Master, is it worth it..." Beitangyi's nose was sore and her eyes were red.

Through Liuchen's narration, she already knew what happened after she fell into a coma. The master understood Wuchen's Buddha's heart, and his skills went further, and reached the realm that these super masters had dreamed of.

Just spend time and accumulate, there will be a chance in the future to step into the supreme level that countless warriors dream about. However, Master Jingkong was willing to sacrifice himself again and again for her and for some irrelevant people, and abandon his century of cultivation.

Perhaps in the eyes of many people, this is a foolish and pedantic old monk, but in Beitangyi's heart, the old figure in front of her, who was not tall or straight, became the only person she admired in her life!

With a Buddha's chant, Master Jingkong clasped his hands together, and the heart-shaking sound of the Brahma sounds sounded in the valley, as if hundreds of monks were reciting scriptures at the same time, speaking in accordance with the Dharma, and following the Dharma.

It's strange that Beitangyi and Liuchen were no different, while the fearful demon masters around him all had a split headache and fell to the ground and wailed.

The dark clouds that enveloped the wind and rain protectors were torn apart, and the two of them, who were about to attack, twitched and endured great pain. Feng Xingba kept cursing the old bald donkey, and blood began to gush out of their seven orifices.

Yu Shishi gritted her teeth and found that the situation was better than Feng Xingba, but it was difficult to do so, so she kept retreating.

"Namo, Yuladana, Doraye..." Master Jingkong closed his eyes and recited the Great Compassion Mantra, his whole body was kind and peaceful, without any fear or regret about to die.

His compassion in this life seemed to have turned into the endless Buddha sound at this moment, and saved the demonic hearts around him.

Taoist Master Liuchen sighed to the sky, suppressed the sadness in his heart, resolutely grabbed Beitangyi's hand, and tried his best to sweep out of the valley, shouting: "Master, Liuchen owe you a life!"

Beitang Yi turned around and shed tears silently. She was not a girl in the boudoir who was acting voluntarily. She didn't want the master to sacrifice in vain. She swears in her heart that she would exhaust all the power of her life and to repay all the evil devils in order to repay her hatred today!

Seeing that the demon master was suppressed, Zhuo Mufeng, who was hidden in the secret, could no longer stay. He didn't care about others, but Feng Xingba and Yu Shishi could not die. These two people were loyal to him and were important figures in his footsteps.

Although this guy also lamented the character of Master Jingkong, he always distinguished things clearly and would not fulfill the other party's curtain call because of the touching.

After all, Fengyu, the two obedient subordinates, are more important to him.

Zhuo Mufeng's eyes turned, suddenly pulled his sword out of the sheath, and shouted: "The demonic demon, how dare you bully me the righteous monk? Zhuo Mufeng is here!"

The sound shook the sky and the air moved the mountains and rivers.

Young Master Zhuo slashed two swords in a row, and the magic masters who were still rolling on the left and right sides were immediately divided into two, and there was no complete corpse.

He also rushed into the range of the Fanyin. Influenced by the Fanyin, he suddenly had a headache. With the clanging sound, the Tears Sword took off his hand, held his head and staggered to the ground, wailing.

Master Jingkong, who had been closing his eyes and reciting sutras, had his white eyebrows slightly moved. Before casting the Buddhist mantra, he deliberately avoided the breath of Liuchen and Beitangyi, which made the two safe and sound.

However, due to heart failure, he could no longer control the flow of internal energy. Unless he was dispersed, it would inevitably affect the young hero.

Without much hesitation, just as Zhuo Mufeng had planned, Master Jingkong sighed dejectedly, stopped reciting, and thus saved the lives of Feng Xingba and others.

"Young Master Zhuo, you shouldn't have come." Master Jingkong shook his head, and with a hand, Zhuo Mufeng and the Tears Scar Strike retreated to him, and the Tears Strike Strike Strike flew into the sheath.

Master Jingkong grabbed Zhuo Mufeng's arm and jumped with his last remaining strength. A flash of light and disappeared into the sky with Zhuo Mufeng.

Almost a few breaths after the two left, seven terrifying auras quickly approached in the distance, and then landed in the valley. There were Taoist priests with strange temperaments, monks with thunder, old women holding iron sticks, young women with beautiful women, etc., and they were the seven super masters of the Demon Sect.

"Where is the person?" Wu Zhishen looked around and couldn't help but roar. In his perception, there was no super master around him.

The others also looked gloomy and guessed what they were from the scene.

Aunt Lei stared at Feng Xingba and said coldly: "The three Jingkong bald donkeys were severely damaged, and their perception was not as good as before. Didn't you let you stop moving and wait for me to come? Feng Laogou, please give Laoye a reasonable explanation."

Seven gazes full of murderous aura shot from all sides, bold as Feng Xingba, and at this moment, it was like being pressed by Mount Tai. Sweats were blowing on his forehead and his whole body was trembling slightly.

He swept the corpse on the floor with his eyes and secretly thanked the Holy Son for his timely action, otherwise he and Yu Shishi would definitely die today.

After barely calming down, Feng Xingba simply collapsed on the ground and said in a sad voice: "We have been staying around. Some people are greedy for me and want to take risks, but I have stopped them. But who knows that Jingkong bald donkey suddenly rushed out and wanted to break through."

Du Yuehong immediately asked, "Didn't the spy say that these three people have no power to fight?"

Feng Xingba shook his head, looked shocked, and spoke out the previous events selectively.
Chapter completed!