The Altar Master came to the Caucasian monk's side, and once again slapped down with his palm!
"As long as it eats this Caucasian 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. "The Altar Master thought to himself.
This Caucasian monk's strength had already reached the Stage 1 Sixth Aperture Dragon Gate Realm, and he also had a huge amount of virtue energy. To ghosts, he was like Xuanzang's meat. 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 definitely couldn't let this monk escape.
Therefore, the Altar Master had to take down this Caucasian monk even if the poison in his body worsened!
The Altar Master's palm slapped down on the Caucasian monk's body again, true qi surging in his palm. This palm strike was enough to open a hole in the Caucasian monk's body.
Clang! But when his palm collided with the Caucasian monk's body, the sound of metal clashing could be heard.
The monk's robe on the Caucasian monk's body suddenly bulged up, like an inflated rubber ball protecting his body within. Hundreds of scriptures appeared on the surface of the monk's robe, giving this ordinary monk's robe a layer of metallic luster.
This seemingly ordinary monk's robe was actually a defensive magic treasure, and it forcefully blocked the Altar Master's palm strike! And the vacuum created by the robe and the defensive formation engraved within it weakened the Altar Master's palm strike layer by layer.
The Caucasian monk was completely unscathed!
Cultivators sought the path of immortality, and treasured their own lives very much.
To those who sought immortality, only by living would they have the chance to live, and nothing would be left if they died!
As an official cultivator, how could they not have defensive magic treasures on them?
Even if they were foreigners, they were no exception!
The monk's robe on the Caucasian monk's body could not only defend, it could also automatically adjust the body's temperature. Furthermore, the cost wasn't high, and it was a cheap but good item.
The only flaw was that the defense of the monk's robe required the Caucasian monk to activate it.
Therefore, when the Altar Master launched a sneak attack on the Caucasian monk, the Caucasian monk couldn't react in time, and thus the defense on the monk's robe didn't activate.
The palm strike that he was determined to win didn't have any effect, the Altar Master frowned and said coldly, "Struggle before death!"
As he spoke, his palm turned into a claw, and a 'Resentment Ghost Claw' that specialized in breaking protective Qigong and strengthening defense clawed towards the monk's robe.
But … his claw grabbed nothing but 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 shot out of the carriage, and in the blink of an eye, he was already 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, not understanding why this senior monk had suddenly returned.
Moreover, why did it swell up like a ball?
The western monk had no time to waste at this moment, he rolled on the ground and stood up. Two streams of white gas came out of the sleeves of his monk robe, and the round monk robe returned to its original state.
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 if the passengers in the carriage would listen to him. Since 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 … getting off the carriage?"
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 this senior monk and quickly get off the carriage.
"Little brother, let's get off the carriage together," he said to Song Shuhang.
Song Shuhang lightly shook his head and said, "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 unknowingly covered the whole carriage.
The western monk thought that he had already opened the door of the carriage, but in fact, he had been grabbing the hanging ring of the carriage and twisting it. The door didn't open at all.
"Stay by my side, don't leave." Song Shuhang said to the family of the white shirt man in a soft voice.
Then he quietly took out two 'sword talismans' and two 'armor talismans' and placed them in his pockets, keeping them in a position where he could take them out at any time.
While they were talking, a pale figure slowly entered the carriage and sneered, "You won't be able to escape from my palms, big monk."
The western monk's expression 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.
Then, half of the ghost general Suffering Spirit's body entered the carriage. The illusion that had 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 one by one they fell to the ground and fainted.
"F * ck!" The western monk shouted angrily. He couldn't run anymore.
His loose monk robe fluttered, and a vajra pestle slid out and landed in his hands.
Fight!
Even if I die, I'll 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. The passengers suffered all kinds of terrifying torment in the illusion, turning into pure fear and other negative energy.
If this continued, the other party's resentful ghost would be able to 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 for his life.
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. He gripped the vajra pestle with both hands and took a step forward, using this to raise his aura to the maximum!
He estimated that he 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 strength to subdue all wisdom.
"Hehe, you look like you're struggling at death's door. It's really delicious, wonderful." 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 2nd Stage.
The western monk's attack didn't hurt 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 its 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 he 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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