Li Yusui and Zhang Laodao studied arts. Now he is proficient in dozens of mantras, most of which are used to expel ghosts and save evil and disasters, and has no lethality.

What is truly useful to the enemy is the Five Elements Art, especially water, earth, and wood.

The three sects have advanced to Li Yu's greatest ceremonial war that can turn misfortune into good fortune. Since Zhang Laodao died and went out to find his disciples, he has been encountering struggles of all kinds.

Every time, Li Yu almost chose to fight alone. When he killed Gao Lian, he didn't even bring a powerful helper like Da Qiao.

Because he is very confident in his art, his magic has both high and low skills, but even the same magic depends on the methods and skills of using people.

So Zuo Ci ran away, Li Yu was not in a hurry, but was a little relaxed, because if Zuo Ci took action, it would be very likely to attract a more powerful bald donkey.

There is no end to the eggs when the nest is destroyed. Even if Zuo Ci can run away, he and Jinlian will definitely die.

Facing the old monk's golden bell body, Li Yu's thumb and index fingers were connected one after another, and the overall gesture was naturally drooping.

The rain was everywhere, and it was concentrated towards him, like a waterfall.

The old monk glared at him, and a faint golden light radiated from his body. When his hands shook, the trap wrapped around him cracked, and it was a vajra.

"Subduing demons and demons is the responsibility of my Buddhist children. If you surrender your hands today, I will save your life and take you back to Daxiangguo Temple to accept the presidency. I will allow you to repent in the temple for the rest of your life."

Li Yu was focused on his heart, his fingers changed, and in an instant, he felt like an ice cave fell from the surrounding area.

Bang!

The huge ice thorn fell from the sky and hit the old monk.

His feet were sunk like mud, but his body remained motionless, and his body was filled with golden light.

The ice thorns shattered and scattered all over the ground, turning into water vapor.

Two clay men crawled out of the water, wrapped around his ankles, and pulled the old monk's body into the soil. The little clay man's face was full of expressions of being vigorous, and he would not let go if he hugged him, and even gasped hard.

The old monk shouted, the vajra flew up and down, and the two clay men were instantly broken up.

He moved his steps and wanted to go forward and kill Li Yu with a vajra, but found that he seemed to be trapped in a quagmire, and every step he took was extremely difficult.

Two vines danced back and forth in the heavy rain and whipped towards the old monk. The two vines were covered with thorns, and at the end there was a big mouth full of mucus.

The old monk did not stop the vines, and let them whip themselves, making a dull sound, as if he was sucking on a big bell. The thorns of the vines were broken, and there was not even a red dot left on the old monk's body.

"A mere trick of carving and insects, I want to destroy my golden body!"

He sacrificed the vajra and threw it towards the sky. The vajra hangs horizontally in the air and slowly rotates. A circle of Sanskrit appears on the halo, just like there is an extra sun in the heavy rain.

Every time the vajra rotates, a golden "卍" character will appear under the vajra and hit Li Yu's head.

Li Yu hurriedly avoided, but the character "卍" seemed to have eyes, and he specifically chased Li Yu and smashed it.

Li Yu had two more, and the third one was faster. He moved his hand and a vine shield appeared in his hand, raising it up to resist the next word "卍".

The old monk sneered, folded his hands together, closed his eyes and recited.

The golden "卍" characters were getting faster and faster, more and more. When they were smashed down, they pressed Li Yu and his shield down together.

Li Yu struggled to climb out, his right leg was smashed into meat paste, his expression was terrified and ferocious, and he struggled to crawl into the distance.

The old monk showed no mercy and continued to recite, completely smashing him into meat paste.

The heavy rain continued, but the mist dissipated, and the vines around gradually disappeared, turning into a green light, returning to the giant trees in the forest.

The old monk let out a long sigh, put away the vajra, and the light on his body slowly dissipated.

He was about to walk forward, but suddenly, his eyes showed an incredible expression.

On his chest, small red dots appeared, and the small red dots became more and more. Finally, with a puff, all of them began to squirt blood below his neck.

Li Yu's body on the ground slowly dissipated and turned into a leaf.

The old monk heard footsteps coming from behind the sermon, and the hurried voice of the boy who was facing him, "Go away quickly, I don't know if there are any pursuers, I hope they don't look down on me too much."

He knew that he had been fooled and protected the last trace of spiritual consciousness. Daxiangguo Temple has a secret method that can make such a sudden monk live by borrowing his corpse.

As long as the people in the temple find their own heads, there will be a chance. After I go back, I must issue a killing order to the young man in the temple. His magic has reached a very strong point, with the five elements in hand. He really wants to kill someone, which can make people unable to defend against.

When practicing, people who practice are disrespectful to heaven and earth, are those who practice against the heavens, but they are the most afraid of the word "if". However, when practicing the five elements art to the extreme, they are omnipresent, and it is easy to make the big man capsize in the gutter.

"Are you packed up?"

The boy's voice came again.

"Hmm." This time it was a girl's voice, and the neighing of a horse.

Da~da~da~da~

The sound of people stepping in the water...

The old monk listened nervously, his footsteps were getting closer and closer, and the young man came over!

He raised his hand...

A fireball flashed on his fingers...

"It's safer to burn it to ashes, so as not to be picked up by someone." As soon as he finished speaking, the old monk found in horror that his head was on fire.

His spiritual sense wanted to escape, but was imprisoned by a piece of talisman paper, which was specially prepared for the spiritual sense soul. The old monk suddenly remembered the comments of the young man in the temple: This is a alchemist who cheated money by selling fake amulets on weekdays. He often pinched a fireball in his hand to scare ordinary people, but he had no ability.

The souls of human death are gone...

Li Yu rode on the Zhaoye Jade Lion, carrying the golden lotus, and ran wildly in the rain.

Zuo Ci can only escape, let alone him. This time he really "has been so angry that he wants to run away."

Now Li Yu has completely tied himself and Lin Lingsu together. If he fails, he will never imagine his fate.

Behind him, a crow was staring at the fight between the old monk and Li Yu in the woods.

After everyone left, the crow screamed strangely and flew into the rain.

It lay on the face of the little monk, pecked his eyes and swallowed it. Then the crow's body slowly shrank, and finally turned to the size of an eyeball, and drilled into the hole where the eyes were pecked.

The dead body twitched and slowly stood up. The wound on the little monk's chest slowly healed itself, and an eyeball also grew in his empty and bloody eye sockets.

The little monk slowly stood up, as if he had been resurrected.

He happily circled around in the heavy rain, looked at his new body, and was very satisfied. After standing, he folded his hands together and recited: "Amitabha, it turns out that your name is Cui Daocheng. From then on, the little monk is Cui Daocheng."
Chapter completed!