The Zen staff was originally made from the Heavenly Tribulation that Fahai collected from Wei Ling. Now that Wei Ling's Heavenly Tribulation has passed, the power of Heavenly restraint contained in this Zen staff has disappeared. Even though the thunder is sharp, it cannot be defeated by Wei Ling.

invulnerable to all laws.

Fahai frowned angrily, and finally managed to regain his footing after retreating hundreds of feet. He raised his palm slightly, and saw that the palm of the hand that was holding the Zen staff had a gash in the tiger's mouth, and blood dripped down, causing pain.

But it was far less shocking than the shock in Fa Hai's heart at this moment.

Ever since he inherited the magic power of his ancestor, he has never been injured even when he faced the Demon God White Dragon who had just escaped from trouble. Although the subsequent fights were occasionally dangerous, he had never been injured. Unexpectedly, under Wei Ling's roar today, he would be injured.

This is how my first injury occurred.

"Hahaha, God will not destroy me, Mr. Lin, no, Master Fahai!"

Wei Feng laughed so hard that he could hardly stand up straight. He staggered back. At this moment, a burst of panicked shouts and fighting sounds suddenly came from the palace. He looked slightly startled, and then

shouted:

"What happened? What happened outside? Why is it so noisy?!"

The panicked voices outside the wall were still shouting for death. Fahai and Wei Ling silently faced each other from a distance. At this moment, each regarded the other as their lifelong enemy, and no one dared to be careless.

Wei Feng's eyes were filled with surprise and uncertainty. He lowered his head and glanced at the long curled sword in his hand before suddenly remembering that the group of forbidden soldiers following him were long gone.

The wind blew and stirred the messy hair on the side of his face. The corners of Wei Feng's mouth twitched a few times and he said in a sinister voice:

"Judging from this situation, you have voted for the King of Industry...It doesn't matter...It doesn't matter...Although the elite of the Forbidden Army are gone, your Highness, I am enough to defeat thousands of troops!"

"Yeah?"

Fa Hai smiled slightly, and then appeared three feet in front of Wei Feng without any warning. The five-element anti-birth-death palm with the light flowing in his palm was launched with all his strength, and the majestic energy exploded with terrifying power in an instant.

, which gave Wei Feng the illusion that the world would collapse under Fa Hai's palm. He was unable to resist at all and could only wait to die.

But there was one person who wouldn't let him die.

Just after Fahai extended this palm, a slender palm appeared out of thin air and firmly stopped Fahai's castration!

Wei Ling, who had scarlet eyes, looked fiercely, and her long canine teeth were exposed from her lips. She let out a deep and threatening growl in her throat at Fa Hai. Wei Feng, who had escaped, saw Fa Hai's terrifying speed.

Even with Wei Ling, who had survived the catastrophe, watching over her at all times, she didn't dare to stay where she was. She turned around and started running without looking back.

"Kill him! Then come to the Prince of the East Palace to find me!"

Although he did not see what happened in the palace with his own eyes, Wei Feng, who has been stirring up trouble in Kyoto for a long time, is almost certain that it must be the gang of princes who are unwilling to accept the crown prince's enthronement and are taking the opportunity to seize power!

In the busy schedule of escaping, Wei Feng couldn't help but look back at Fahai in white who was facing off against Wei Ling. He felt that this guy was not only powerful in magic, but also so vicious in his tactics. If it wasn't for a strange combination of circumstances,

Under the mistake, if the Taoist master who always maintains justice in the world suddenly wants to fight to the death, then Wei Ling will have been subdued at this time, and as the core of guarding His Highness the Emperor, the eight hundred elites of the Forbidden Palace will also be conquered.

Wei Feng killed them all with his own hands. Once Ye Wang's men enter the city, the dynasty will change!

The high-level officials of the Taoist sect were completely damaged in this battle. Even if the King of Industry who ascended the throne cared about his old relationship and took care of him from time to time, he was not as powerful as Fa Hai, who had profound magic power and deep intellect. In the end, Fa Hai could at least monopolize the power of the dragon.

Sixty to seventy percent credit.

But it’s such a pity that no matter how much you think about it, it’s still unclear who will win.

Although the current situation is very bad, in this changing situation, the final victory or defeat still depends on the battle between Fahai and Wei Ling.

As Wei Feng retreated, only Fa Hai and Wei Ling were left in the huge ancestral hall square. Fa Hai silently looked at Wei Ling, who looked like an ordinary person, and couldn't help but sigh:

"It's a good thing I didn't bring that brat with me, otherwise I would have been in trouble."

Before she finished speaking, Wei Ling had already begun to fight. She jumped forward with her petite but explosive body, and along the way, she unreasonably broke through all the air wall spells arranged by Fahai with her qi machine one by one, until she rushed to Fahai.

In front of Hai Yuran's face, he punched out.

"bump!"

Fa Hai stretched out his uninjured palm to resist Wei Ling's straight punch. The unpredictable Suo Qingqiu technique in his palm collapsed at the touch, and he could not easily catch her fist. He was so fierce and barbaric.

The unreasonable strength almost made Fahai unable to hold this small fist, and his whole body shook.

Invincible by all means, it is really powerful!

No matter what kind of spells Fahai arranged, Wei Ling ignored them all as if they were an insulator, and barged in front of Fahai, confronting him!

If Xiao An were here and saw the fight between Fa Hai and Wei Ling at this moment, he would definitely be unable to help but say something embarrassing but true.

Master, you beat like a bitch!

Her delicate fist twisted and she broke away from the grip of Fahai's big hand. Wei Ling just stood in front of him without dodge. She lowered her waist and sat on her horse and punched Fahai one after another. The latter connected hard.

After several fights, he felt deep pain in his wrists, and blood was boiling all over his body. He just stepped away and wanted to step back to avoid the sharp attack, but every time he moved, Wei Ling appeared in front of him like a ghost, face to face.

In front of Hai, silently and mechanically, she waved her delicate yet terrifying fist.

There is an old saying that if you defend for a long time, you will lose. Fa Hai was in agreement with this old saying. After fighting Wei Ling with hundreds of fists that he could not remember, Fa Hai felt that there was nothing standing behind the fist in his palm.

It's not a person, it's the front of a high-speed train that can't hold on any longer.

A heavy punch hit Fahai's chest, and the muffled sound seemed to include the sound of broken bones. Fahai's face turned red, and he managed to kick Wei Ling on the head with his long legs. Both parties retreated in unison.

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On the surface, it seemed that they were evenly matched, but in fact, although Wei Ling was unable to straighten up after being kicked for a long time, there was nothing strange about her body except for a little dust, and her eyes and face were lifeless, just like

A controlled doll, free from pain and fatigue.

No pain or tiredness.

Fahai covered his chest where he was hit by the punch and gasped deeply, as if the duel just now consumed a lot of his energy. Black smoke began to escape from the collar of his white robe while he was breathing.

, it is the unique corpse evil of zombies, which is a mixture of poisonous gas and corpse gas. No matter whether you are a practitioner or a mortal, once you are infected, it will greatly consume your energy and spirit, and eventually you will die from the failure of various organs.

The Buddhist magic power in his body was the most restrained against such strange injuries. With the movement of Fahai's Qi machine, this small negative state was not a problem. What really made him frown was the delicate fist mark on his chest.

His sternum was cracked, and he felt a sharp pain every time he breathed.

This can almost be said to be fatal, because Wei Ling is invulnerable to all kinds of magic, and the ordinary Buddhist and Taoist techniques to restrain evil spirits are simply ineffective for her. There is only hard steel, and only hard steel. Fahai's

The cracked sternum greatly limited his ability to move, and his defeat was doomed almost from the moment he was punched.

However, Fahai was not panicking at this time because he still had a trump card that he had not yet revealed.

Suddenly, Wei Feng, who had already walked out of the ancestral hall square, ran over in a panic. Fahai coughed, wiped the residual blood from his mouth, and said with a smile: "Master Wei, what are you doing in such a hurry?"

Did you forget to take something away?"

Wei Feng's initially flustered face suddenly revealed a trace of anger after hearing Fahai's teasing: "Fahai, when did you collude with the Buddhist monks in Kyoto?"

"We are all disciples of Buddhism, so naturally we have to help each other, so why is there such a thing as collusion? It doesn't sound good, it doesn't sound good!"

Fahai covered his chest and slowly stood up from the ground. At the same time, at the gate of the ancestral hall square, a group of monks wearing yellow and gray colors were walking toward Fahai in a mighty manner. The first one was kind-hearted and had a beard.

It turns out that it is none other than Abbot Yuanhui of Daxiangguo Temple.

Wei Ling, who was originally fighting with Fahai, immediately gave up her intention to kill Fahai. Surrounded by a group of monks, she held Wei Feng's tall body firmly behind her and looked around at the group of monks with fierce eyes.

He roared like a wild beast.

"Amitabha, I heard that an unparalleled demon appeared in the palace. I and others are not talented, but they must do their best for the people of the world. Even if they are defeated, it is better than living in peace for the rest of their lives!"

Wei Feng hid behind the Gu corpse and said with a disdainful smile: "It sounds so nice, why don't you come here to compete for the favor of the superior?"

Abbot Yuanhui shook his head and stopped making any more excuses. Instead, the elder in Fahai's impression who was clumsy and talkative stood up and said irritably:

"Let the girl in front of you get up and see if Buddha doesn't twist your head off!"

Wei Feng laughed loudly: "Fahai, how dare you use these stinky little things as bargaining chips?"

Although there are many Buddhist monks in Kyoto, in terms of cultivation and the number of masters, not even the Taoist sect in Kyoto that Wei Feng showed off their power can compare with. Even if they all come together, what will happen?

Fahai did not comment on this, but bowed to Abbot Yuanhui: "Thank you, Master Abbot, for taking action to slay the devil."

Abbot Yuanhui announced the name of the Buddha in a long voice. He was dressed in a yellow monk's robe and moved without any wind. His face was calm and powerful, and he said slowly: "Set up the formation!"

The three old monks from Xiangguo Temple stepped out boldly. The disciples who followed them all looked nervous when facing the notorious Wei Feng, but they quickly took their positions in the formation, looking quite uneasy.

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Wei Feng still laughed and didn't care about this. He had been in the position of Qintian Supervisor for a long time, and he knew the strength of cultivation in Kyoto best. The Vajra Demon Subduing Array in the Grand Prime Minister's Temple in front of him looked very powerful.

It was so huge that it was actually a bit difficult to trap himself, let alone the Gu corpse beside him that had already survived the catastrophe.

Wei Feng's contemptuous laughter made many young disciples in the formation feel a little confused. Abbot Yuanhui looked solemn and shouted the Buddha's name as if he were going to die on a pilgrimage. The momentum he had accumulated over the years of presiding over the temple made the disciples

Let's calm down and deal with today's situation seriously.

Fahai had a panoramic view of this scene, and secretly admired the unity of the Daxiangguo Temple and how he regarded death as home.

Before rushing to the palace city, Fa Hai went to Xiangguo Temple in advance to be on the safe side. Although Wei Ling in the plan was absolutely impossible to survive the catastrophe, he was afraid of what might happen.

If the ferocious monster really made a mistake, should we still allow it to come back?

Therefore, Fahai told the news that Wei Ling, the Gu Corpse, was about to take shape to survive the calamity, on the grounds that people were in danger of calamity, and that it was just a precaution. Abbot Yuanhui immediately agreed, saying that he would die to earn some time for Fahai.

Yes, it is a first line of time.

It’s just a Great Prime Minister’s Kingdom that even Daomen can’t compare with. If Fahai expects them to help him reverse the situation, he’s thinking blindly. All he needs is a moment when the monks from the Great Prime Minister’s Temple fight with Wei Ling.

time.

Fa Hai slowly took out four small and exquisite jade statues from his sleeves, took a deep breath, and the energy in his body surged like mountains and rivers.
To be continued...