monk family

Chapter 2015 Dao Fa
Seeing Fu Shiyi's figure disappear over the Lianhua Lake, and listening to the weaker and weaker screams of Princess Jiu from the pavilion in the lake, Seventh Young Master couldn't hold back any longer:

"Seventh sister, we can either leave now, or fight for that treasure, we can't delay any longer!"

Lord Qilian also hesitated to speak.

Princess Qilian seemed to be waiting for someone. After a long time, she heard a voice from the sea. Princess Qilian narrowed her eyes slightly, with a look of surprise on her face. Zhongting flies to:
"Go, let's kill in!"

"it is good!!"

The Seventh Young Master responded loudly, everyone in the Demon Clan would be killed if they had the chance, and besides, Jiumei was in danger, so he wanted to do it a long time ago.

At this time, the dense fog of the pavilion in the lake had spread to the lake, and instantly drowned the figures of the four of the Seventh Young Masters, but the Seventh Young Masters snorted coldly: "Small tricks, little foxes come out!"

The voice did not fall.

A mass of milky white shadows sprang out from her sleeves, it was the Flying Fox pulling the cart for her, the Flying Fox was suspended in the air, its mouth was agitated, and a small dimple appeared on the forehead, the dimple rotated rapidly, a terrifying suction force Born from it, the surrounding thick white mist rolled wildly with a "boom", and then shattered like a mirror with a "click".

The pavilion in the lake disappeared.

The eldest son suspended in mid-air was holding an ordinary axe, the ax was even rusted, but at this moment, the ax was falling down with a "tick-tick-tick-tick", and under the altar, four pairs of bloody arms and legs fell to the ground.

"Seventh Sister, Seventh Brother, save me!!"

The voice did not fall.

The Lianhua Lake, which originally covered an area of ​​tens of acres, also disappeared, and instead, an altar as high as a thousand feet appeared in front of everyone. Sitting cross-legged in it, he kept chanting.

The thousand-foot altar is made of skulls, and the faces on the skulls are of men, women, and children. When they died, they all had the same expression:
Don't rest your eyes!

At this time, the eldest son has become a young man.

At this time, most of the nine princesses and Ouyang Qingyu had been sucked into the altar.

There were two groups of black air lingering in his eyes, and when he saw Princess Qilian coming in, a grim smile appeared on his pale face: "Seventh sister, seventh brother, you are here, don't worry, we are from the same lineage For the sake of this, I will let the Mozun suck your flesh and blood faster!"

Then he rotated the axe and slashed down randomly, a burst of blood instantly spread to the surroundings, and the whole space suddenly turned blood red.

but.

Blood grab!
Princess Qilian's pupils shrank.

Blood Plunder is the Eldest Young Master's killer move. The information she had before was that the other party had been unable to condense it. After all, only the cultivator of Huashen has a certain chance of forming a domain. I didn't expect the information to be wrong. No wonder it took less than half an hour. Jiumei and Ouyang Qingyu fell into each other's hands.

There was no panic on the face of Princess Qilian.

She clasped her hands together, a peaceful expression appeared on her face, and then a halo appeared behind her head, the halo continued to expand, forming a blurred outline, and as the mantra sounded, a thousand-handed Avalokitesvara's Dharma image condensed and formed out.

Avalokitesvara holds a magic weapon in each hand.

One of the arms waved the green branch lightly, and in an instant a cyan mask was formed, protecting the four of them and blocking the blood that swept outside.

(End of this chapter)