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Altar Master came to the Caucasian monk's side, and once again stretched out his palm and slapped down!
"As long as it eats this foreign monk's soul, it will be enough for the Suffering Spirit to recover from its weakened state. Who knows, it might even be a blessing in disguise. "Altar Master thought to himself.
This Caucasian monk's strength had already reached the First Stage Sixth Aperture Dragon Gate Realm, and he also had a huge amount of power of virtue. To ghosts, he was like Tripitaka's meat, a great tonic. As long as the Suffering Spirit could swallow this Caucasian monk's soul, it would have a chance to advance by a small realm!
He absolutely could not let the monk escape.
Therefore, Altar Master had to take down this Caucasian monk even at the risk of worsening the poison in his body!
Altar Master's palm once again landed on the Caucasian monk's body, true qi surged within his palm. This palm strike was enough to leave a hole in the body of the western monk.
Dang! But when his palm collided with the body of the western monk, the sound of metal colliding echoed.
The monk's robe on the body of the western monk fiercely bulged, just like an inflated rubber ball that protected his body. Hundreds of scriptures appeared on the surface of the monk's robe, giving this ordinary monk's robe a metallic luster.
This seemingly ordinary monk's robe was actually a defensive magic tool, and it was able to block the Altar Master's palm strike! The vacuum created by the robe and the defensive formation engraved within it further weakened the Altar Master's palm energy layer by layer.
The western monk was completely unscathed!
Cultivators pursued the path of immortality, so they treasured their own lives very much.
For those who sought immortality, they would only have the chance to live if they were alive. If they were dead, they would have nothing!
As an official cultivator, how could he be lacking in defensive magic treasures?
Even foreigners were no exception!
The monk's robe the western monk was wearing could not only defend, but it could also automatically adjust the temperature of the body. Moreover, the cost to make it wasn't high, and it was a cheap but good item.
The only flaw was that the western monk had to activate the defense of the monk robe on his own initiative.
Therefore, when Altar Master launched a sneak attack on the Caucasian monk, the Caucasian monk didn't have the time to react, so the defense on his monk robe didn't activate.
The Altar Master furrowed his brows and coldly said: "Struggling on your deathbed!"
As he spoke, his palm turned into a claw, and a Resentful Ghost Claw, which was specialized in breaking through protective qigong and strengthening defenses, clawed at the monk's robe.
But … his claw grabbed empty air!
The western monk didn't just sit there and wait for death. After he was knocked to the ground by the sneak attack, he secretly took a medicinal pill to heal his injuries. At this moment, he had accumulated enough strength to escape.
After the monk's robe formed a spherical defense, the western monk patted the ground with his palms, and his body shot forward like a rubber ball. Although his posture was not elegant enough, his speed was indescribable!
Altar Master's claw only caught his afterimage.
At the same time, the body of the western monk quickly shot out of the carriage. In the blink of an eye, he had already shot out three carriages away!
As long as one of the carriages could be opened, he could immediately escape.
The western monk muttered to himself, "What the f * ck!"
The other party was a Stage 2 True Master who possessed true energy. If he were to face him head on, he would definitely die. Of the thirty-six stratagems, retreat is the best. As long as he could escape from the evil hands of this evil cultivator of the Ghost Dao, he would be able to find a large group of fellow apprentices and come over to take revenge for this slap!
Very quickly, the western monk jumped back to Song Shuhang's carriage.
The passengers looked at the western monk in surprise. They didn't understand why this senior monk had suddenly returned.
Moreover, why was he swollen like a ball?
The western monk didn't have time to waste, he rolled on the ground and stood up. Two streams of white gas came out of the sleeves of his monk's robe, and the round monk's robe returned to its original shape.
Then, he ran to the door of the carriage, knocked on the manual handle, and forcefully opened the door.
"If you don't want to die, quickly escape from this subway!" In the end, the western monk shouted at the passengers in the carriage.
He didn't have time to explain, and didn't care whether the passengers in the carriage would listen to him or not. In any case, he had already said it, it was up to the passengers whether to believe him or not.
… …
… …
Song Shuhang and the family of the little loli were standing at the door of the carriage.
The little loli was hiding behind her father, holding her mother's hand.
The young mother asked in stiff Chinese, "Are we … going to get off?"
The white shirt man nodded and said, "Get off, leave the carriage!"
Previously, they had seen the western monk dispel the illusion in the carriage with their own eyes, so they all believed that he was a senior monk. Although he was a foreigner, that wasn't the main point.
The white shirt man felt that he was still young and didn't want to die. Therefore, it was better to listen to the words of the senior monk and quickly get off.
"Little brother, let's get off together." He said to Song Shuhang.
Song Shuhang lightly shook his head, "It's too late …"
"?" The white shirt man had a puzzled expression on his face.
Song Shuhang narrowed his eyes and pinched the three talismans between his fingers. It was already too late when the western monk opened the door of the carriage.
The vigilant Song Shuhang could feel that around three seconds after the western monk jumped into the carriage, the negative energy of a ghost had already entered the carriage.
When the western monk undid the defense of his monk robe and went to open the door, the negative energy of the ghost had already enveloped the whole carriage. The illusion of the ghost had already covered the whole carriage without anyone noticing.
The western monk thought that he had already opened the door of the carriage, but in fact, he had been grabbing the hanging rings of the subway and twisting them. The door didn't open in the slightest.
"Stay by my side, don't leave." Song Shuhang said to the family of the white shirt man in a soft voice.
He then quietly took out two 'sword talismans' and two 'armor talismans' and placed them in his pockets so that he could take them out at any time.
While they were talking, a pale faced figure slowly entered the carriage and sneered, "You won't be able to escape from my palms, big monk."
The expression on the western monk's face changed and he felt that something was wrong.
He stretched his hand towards the opened door. From what he could see, the door of the carriage was already open and the passage of the subway was outside — — but what he touched was the cold wall of the carriage.
Not good, he was hit by an illusion!
"Do you still want to keep running? There are still many carriages behind, you can keep running, I'm not in a hurry. "Altar Master sneered and snapped his fingers.
Four resentful ghosts came out of his hands and destroyed all the surveillance cameras in the carriage.
Following that, the ghost general Suffering Spirit entered the carriage with half of its body. The illusion that had already been set up in the carriage exploded and enveloped all the passengers in the carriage.
The eyes of the passengers were filled with fear and they fell to the ground one by one, fainting.
"Shit!" The western monk shouted angrily, he couldn't escape.
His loose monk robe fluttered and a vajra pestle slid out and landed in his hands.
Fight!
Even if I die, I have to teach this guy a lesson.
At this time, the surrounding passengers fell one by one. The white shirt father, the young mother and the little loli also fainted with fear on their faces. The passengers suffered all kinds of terrifying torment in the illusion, turning into pure fear and other negative energy.
If this goes on, that ghost general Suffering Spirit would absorb even more negative energy and become even stronger. And the longer the injuries on his body dragged on, the more disadvantageous it would be.
If he didn't fight now, he wouldn't even have the chance to fight with his life on the line.
The western monk took a deep breath, the qi and blood in his eyes, nose, ears and mouth acupoints resonated with the qi and blood in his heart acupoint.
He used the qi and blood in his body to temporarily suppress the injuries on his back and gripped the vajra pestle tightly with both hands. He took a step forward and used this to raise his aura to the maximum!
He estimated that he probably only had the strength for one or two strikes.
"Ahhhh!" The western monk leapt up high and raised the vajra pestle with both hands and smashed it down towards the Altar Master.
This was the pestle technique that used brute force to subdue all wisdom.
"Hehe, you look like you are struggling on your deathbed, it's really delicious, great." The Altar Master didn't dodge. The ghost general Suffering Spirit behind him stretched out both hands and turned them into huge ghost claws, protecting the Altar Master tightly.
The western monk's vajra pestle smashed onto the huge ghost claws, but only created a string of sparks.
The gradually recovering ghost general Suffering Spirit had the strength of a standard Second Stage.
The western monk's attack didn't harm Suffering Spirit at all, instead he was sent flying by the force of the ghost claws and crashed into the wall of the carriage. Because of the crash, the injuries on his back worsened … …
"As long as I eat you, Suffering Spirit will definitely break through his current realm. This old man's luck has indeed turned! "The Altar Master laughed sinisterly.
"Dog shit." The western monk clenched his teeth, despair welled up in his heart.
The western monk looked around, the passengers in the carriage were almost all dead, only a handsome youth was still standing in the carriage.
He saw that the youth's expression was calm, and his body had an extraordinary temperament.
After a moment, the youth suddenly smiled. Then, he pulled out a pendant from his neck and lightly flicked it.
Ding!
A clear sound came from the pendant.
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