MTL - I Was an Abbot in Ancient Times-Chapter 42

So when Lin Zhao and his party finally came out from the main room, what they saw was Heiwei and a group of menacing umbral monsters behind him.

These umbral monsters are huge in size, strange in shape, and each has their own ideas. It is not uncommon to have fangs on their backs.

Heiwei raised his hand and made an attack gesture, and all the umbrals rushed up.

The umbral attack was not as violent as expected, but stuck like slime.

When they rushed towards them, Lin Zhao blessed the phallus and Liu Yanqing's small mahogany sword, which were all dodged by the disintegrated umbral.

Huitong does not look at the limbs that are entangled and moves for a while. The vitality of the entangled place will be lost quickly and gradually become nothingness.

They will also merge with the shadows under their feet, sinking them like a swamp.

In the blink of an eye, Liu Yanqing was almost swallowed up by the molten umbral monster.

In an instant, the four-person team was trapped to death by the shape-changing shadow monsters, and the entire army was about to be wiped out.

Lin Zhao's mouth and nose were covered with a layer of indestructible cowhide. He almost suffocated and died on the spot.

He rolled his eyes, and with the last remaining strength and strength, he took out the magic weapon that was enshrined in the Daxiong Hall—the ring button drum.

I don't know if this thing will work.

The Huankou Drum is huge and has a loud sound. As soon as Lin Zhao beat the drum, the umbral really didn't move.

Liu Yanqing noticed that the flowing liquid that submerged her had stopped, and immediately opened her lips to recite the Samadhi True Fire Jue.

The viscous black liquid was slowly burned, exposing Liu Yanqing's mouth and nose.

Seeing this, Heiwei placed his hands on both ends of his temples, performing some kind of sacrificial technique, his complexion suddenly withered for ten years, and the viscous molten liquid became viscous again, covering Liu Yanqing's whole body.

No, the power of my Samadhi True Fire Art is too weak.

This method requires a lot of energy and even overdraws his vitality. He has never used it very much after learning it. This is the first time he has tried it.

Life was at stake, and he chose to try again at a critical moment.

This time, the raging flame of Samadhi True Fire ignited from Lin Zhaona.

!

Liu Yanqing was very astonished.

It turned out that it was Lin Zhao who heard him recite the Jue just now, and tentatively used his wish power to cast it, but he really succeeded and then aroused the greatest power of the true fire of samadhi.

The blue flames devoured the umbral like burning black cloth, making a hissing sound and an unpleasant pungent smell.

Heiwei spat out a big mouthful of blood, and Lin Zhao imitated Liu Yanqing and Buse Huitong and put a ball of Samadhi True Fire on each of them.

Liu Yanqing: The patriarch couldn't cast the spell three times at once, but it was actually used by a monk...

Heiwei: "Red Fox, what are you doing hiding behind!"

After he finished yelling, a bewitching, glamorous woman with nine red foxtails swaying and twisting fell in front of everyone.

"Hehe~" She let out a series of charming laughter, "Of course it's to appreciate your embarrassment for a while~"

Heiwei: "If you delay any longer, you will spoil the master's plan. I see you..."

"Understood!" Red Fox shouted coquettishly, interrupting Heiwei's words. Her hands were clawed, showing sharp teeth, and she jumped towards Lin Zhao in an instant.

Huitong stretched out a nine-tin stick to block Lin Zhao. At the same time, Lin Zhao pulled out a lv.3 fence to trap the red fox.

Heiwei was furious: "Red Fox!"

Before he finished speaking, Liu Yanqing's mahogany sword array shot through him from all directions.

"You red fox simply..."

The last words completely dissipated in the world along with the body.

Seeing that the last remaining teammates were all wiped out, the red fox withdrew its claws and sharp teeth, and when no one expected it, it instantly turned into a small fox with a thin waist and got out from the gap in the fence.

Everyone: ...

Lin Zhao held his forehead in his heart, which was the reason why he felt uneasy when he pulled out the fence.

The red fox who quickly fled to the hillside looked back with a smile and waved its paws at Lin Zhao and the others.

Is this provoking them? Several people looked at each other in blank dismay, and finally decided to follow.

Passing through a dense forest where the sun can't be stretched out, stepping through the puddles of moss, everyone chased to a cave covered by vines and thorns. But the red fox suddenly spewed out a mouthful of blood and fell to the entrance of the cave, making a miserable cry.

Everyone:? ? ? They didn't do anything?

Lin Zhao: Why are you still touching porcelain?

This whine obviously awakened some unfathomable existence in the cave, and there was a piercing sound of finger bones scratching the stone slab deep in the cave. Not long after, a huge black shadow enveloped the entrance of the cave.

A ferocious-looking giant with a height of more than one foot blocked the door like a huge wall, and on his arm stood a vicious and vicious eagle beast.

The little fox who passed out just now opened his eyelids a little, revealing his small black eyes, staring at the giant without blinking.

Liu Yanqing was astonished: Isn't this the eagle and tiger god, the guard of Dongyue Temple? How could it become such an evil appearance.

Not to mention the black air all over his body, his eyes seemed to have lost their divinity and became chaotic.

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