MTL - History’s Number 1 Founder-~ 63. Stay away from your disciples! (three more first)

Although there is the brilliance of Huang Quanzhu, Wang Lin, surrounded by dark fog, feels colder and colder.

It is not the coldness of the body, but the chilling and coldness of the soul.

It seems as if there is a gust of wind blowing from the bottom of my heart, and the outside world can't resist it.

He did not know that this was a sign of his excessive mental exhaustion. If he continues this way, he will hurt the soul.

Although Huang Quanzhu can restrain Sikongan to a certain extent, Wang Lin’s own cultivation is too low. His soul can’t control Huang Quanzhu and can’t afford the consumption brought by Huang Quanzhu.

In the ear is the singular laughter of Sikongan, and there is a black burst in front of him. Wang Lin feels that his spirit is about to collapse, and there are many unspeakable contents in his mind.

The first thing Wang Lin remembered was his parents: "Hey, mother, am I going to die? The iron column is not filial, can't go back to see you..."

Incredibly, the second thing that Wang Lin thought of was a young man with a white robe and a long sleeve.

"At that time, if you go with that road, do you have to have a disaster today?"

Wang Lin’s brain was already in chaos. A moment before he was about to lose consciousness, a voice suddenly came into his ear.

"Old ghost, take the seat away, stay away from your disciple!"

Wang Lin tried his best to widen his eyes, and the light and shadow in front of him changed. The last picture that came into view was a white light flashing, tearing open the heavy black fog. The young white robes who had seen before appeared in front of him. Looking at him with concern.

Wang Lin's lips moved and wanted to say something, but after all, he couldn't make a sound, his head stunned and passed out.

When Lin Feng saw Wang Lin, he was only in a state of coma, and he let go of his heart and turned to face Sikongan.

Sikongan stared at him coldly: "Senior, dare to do bad things, the old man is not taking your soul out and refining it into a soul lamp, letting you suffer from ghosts and ecstasy day and night!"

Lin Feng’s sleeves are swayed, and Wang Lin is behind him. He said plainly: “Get out of the way and spare you.”

Sikong South's eyebrows suddenly stood up and smirked: "The junior is looking for death!"

During the dark fog, the air gathered in the air and almost condensed into a solid body. Then it swung up and swiftly rolled down like a drill bit toward Lin Feng.

Lin Feng's two palms are changing, and the mana is automatically converted into the pure Buddhist magic of the Tibetan scriptures.

The gold body of the earth has not been completely cultivated, and Lin Feng did not dare to care. He formed a Buddhist handprint with both hands, and promoted the Buddha’s mantra with the authenticity of the Tibetan scriptures, and displayed the small rounds of self-recognition in the thundering Zen.

The small round back and unfolded, and Lin Feng’s head was condensed to form a huge “卍” pattern.

The black drill bit was swiftly rotated and pressed down. The golden "卍" word on the top of Lin Feng was rotated, and the direction of the black drill bit was deflected, far away on the cliff.

The cliffs that have survived thousands of years of wind and rain erosion are directly smashed by the black bit!

Lin Feng’s face did not move, but his heart sounded the alarm: “There is only one remnant of the soul in the eyes of this old ghost. The strength is equivalent to building a peak. If it is restored to the heyday, how terrible it is?”

Regardless of the Tibetan Scriptures or the small rounds, the secrets of Buddhism are not passed down, and the mystery is endless. The combination of the two, Lin Feng took over the first round of attack by Si Kongan.

Fortunately, it is a small round of returning, and the black drill bit is deflected by means of force. Otherwise, if it is a hard top, it is mostly fierce and less.

Lin Feng’s pupils shrink: “Since today’s enemy has been formed, it must not be left behind! It’s not a matter of leaving hands, and it’s not merciless.”

When he thought of it, he raised his hands and twenty-four points of golden light flew around and sprinkled on the ground.

Si Kongan stared at Lin Feng, and snorted coldly: "The thief of Buddhism? The most hated of the old man is the monk."

"Let you see the old man's technique of the night of the ghosts." Sikong Nanfa changed again and again, and the dark fog emanating grew thicker and thicker, gradually covering the entire valley.

In the dark fog, there was a scream of screams, and dozens of red-red spots suddenly lit up in the black fog, which was extremely dazzling.

The next moment, Lin Feng saw more than a dozen black shadows stumbled out from the thick fog. It was a dozen faces, dark black ghosts, and the reddish light spots that were lit up before were their eyes.

In the dark fog, I remembered the strange laughter of Sikongan: "It’s a pity, but I thought that the old man drove the ghosts and nights, and the nights of the ghosts were so arrogant. Now the tiger is falling in Pingyang, and even the ghosts in the hands are only a dozen of them. But it is more than enough to deal with you."

"Small beasts, when the old husband kills you, he will turn you into one of them, and eternal life will be driven by the old man!"

Lin Feng looked carefully and saw one of the weaker ghosts. Although he was distorted by the dark face, the facial features were still faintly recognizable. It was the little Xiaozhu who had just been killed by Sikongan.

Judging from the spirit of this ghost, he completely retained Sun Xiaozhu's eight-layer training.

Sun Xiaozhu is the worst in this group of devils. Others are devils. The most incompetent is the mana of perfection. There are six devils. They should be the masters of the foundation period.

In front of the crowd, Lin Feng saw that if he didn't see it, his eyes looked deep into the dark fog and smiled. "You can really make a big axe in front of Luban, and you have a big knife in front of Guan Gong."

Sikong Nanyi: "What are you talking about?"

Lin Feng laughed and smiled brightly, raising his hand and gently screaming.

"Hey!" A crisp sound, dazzling Buddha light rises into the sky, bursts of golden light will smash the black mist, the compassionate Buddha-speaking singer can not stop, the yin-ghost crying instantly disappears!

Sandalwood scented, it was a quiet, Lin Feng bathed in the Buddha's light, closed his eyes, listening to the Sanskrit, gently patted in his hand, very comfortable.

Those dozens of devils can be uncomfortable. They are all surrounded by golden Buddha light. They are like being burned by flames. They can only shrink into a group and resist.

The black fog was exhausted, revealing the sluggish face of Sikongan.

Twenty-four ten-foot-tall giant arhats and light shadows stepped out from the golden fog behind Lin Feng, bringing unparalleled pressure.

Lin Feng opened his eyes and smiled: "You just said, who is more than enough?"

He smiled, revealing white teeth, and even shimmering.

But it fell in the eyes of Sikong, but made him shudder.

Sikongan always thought that he was already ferocious enough, but now he looks at Lin Feng, who is full of smiles. He only feels like he is facing a wild monster.

Lin Feng smiled and waved his right hand forward: "So, let's get started."

Twenty-four Jinguang Luohan screamed at the Buddha's name, deafening their temptations, striding to Sikong South and the dozen or so heads of ghosts, stepping forward, shaking the mountains.