Master Murong said coldly: "There must be a bottle here that is real, Huiling. It's a pity that you can't eat it!"

He squeezed the jade bottle in his hand and turned it into powder. Then he took out the jade bottle in his arms and squeezed it, and it turned into powder again.

He opened his palms, letting the powder fall, and looked at Monk Huiling with a faint smile.

"Hahahaha..." Monk Huiling laughed heartily, feeling that it was so satisfying to make Master Murong spin around: "Old Murong, your injury can hardly hold you back, give me another slap!"

His Great Vajra Palm was activated to the extreme, and purple-gold brilliance flowed through the palm.

Master Murong sneered, and Gui Jizhang greeted him again.

Lin Feiyang shook his head.

People really do become monsters after living for a long time. The old monk seems so stupid and so capable of deceiving others. I have to be careful about him in the future.

Master Murong suddenly hesitated for a moment.

The immobilizing spell can only hinder a first-level master for a moment.

But this moment, at this critical moment, is enough to turn the situation around.

Seeing this, Monk Huiling deflected his Vajra Palm, brushed Master Murong's right palm, and hit Master Murong's heart solidly.

"Poof!" Master Murong spurted out blood arrows, and his footsteps seemed to be stuck to the ground. He stood there without moving, unable to remove the force of this palm.

Just as he was about to take action, he found that there was another huge force coming down to restrain him. He immediately became furious and tried his best to gather the power.

The Gang Qi around him suddenly surged, opening up a ball of light.

But the movement couldn't help but lag for a while.

"Bang!" Monk Huiling's left palm hit his chest.

The protective Gang Qi had already surged, and his palm power had been reduced to seven or eighty-eight percent, leaving only a few or two points that penetrated into Master Murong's heart.

"Boo!" Master Murong heard a soft sound coming from his body, and then his body trembled and his heart broke.

The combined strength of the two palms finally broke his heart.

His eyes burst out with cold light, and all his strength was immediately mobilized to activate the secret technique.

Since you can't live anymore, then take this monk and die together. You won't be lonely in the underworld. There is someone in Zhiyuan who is bullying you!

"Hey, who doesn't know how to fight hard?" Monk Huiling saw that the momentum around him was soaring, and he also activated the secret technique without showing any signs of weakness.

"Bang bang bang bang!" The muffled sound could be heard endlessly.

Monk Huiling received three palms in succession, but the power of the Rejuvenation Spell surged in, quickly dissipating the strength of the palms and recovering the injuries.

Monk Zhiyuan and the other three saw Master Murong's movements sluggish twice and thought it was an injury. They never thought that someone was doing it in the dark.

Seeing Master Murong suddenly activate the secret technique of dying together, I felt baffled, but I didn't think too much.

Monk Huiling also activated the secret technique, and it was not unexpected. With desperate efforts, the great master's vitality was strong. As long as he could not die, he would still have a chance to slowly recover.

Master Murong suddenly froze, and was slapped into the air by Monk Huiling. He sprayed out a blood arrow, which was mixed with minced meat.

"Bang!" He fell heavily to the ground and died.

"impossible!"

"Murong!"

The two old men were in disbelief.

Everything happened too fast.

Master Murong died inexplicably, and the winner turned out to be Monk Huiling!

Monk Huiling took the opportunity to rush towards the two old men: "Old bald donkey, it's time to fight!"
Chapter completed!