It is important not to be disturbed by anything, to be as still as a mountain, and to have one mind. Monk Shui at this moment is obviously in a special kind of Zen state.

Xu Mo thought about it and held on for a while.

If that doesn't work, I can just use the Sky-Severing Sword. With my current level of cultivation, there will definitely be a huge backlash, but the situation forces me that even if my body is paralyzed again, I can only kill this sword.

They fought for a while longer.

Xu Mo discovered that there were dark clouds above his head, which were actually formed by the clouds and mist sprayed from the mouth of the three-headed and six-armed monster.

It seems like it's going to rain.

If the rainwater contains parasitic evil spirits, both you and the water monk will be dead.

Xu Mo knew he couldn't delay it any longer.

He pinched the sword formula and began to recite it.

"...A hundred bottles of old wine turn into melancholy, my mind is full of thoughts, my mind is filled with joy, I look at the green lotus in front of the muddy pond, my sword is like snow, I think of frost. I dare to cut the sky with the divine sword, clear the world and be buried..."

This time the sword was already in action, and Xu Mo was about to finish reciting when he heard Monk Shui behind him say: "Zen Master, please sheath your sword, and I will destroy the evil spirits with my palm."

Xu Mo looked back and saw that Monk Shui raised one palm and then pressed it down.

Seems ordinary.

But at this moment, Xu Mo saw an extremely powerful trend.

This force is similar to his own Heaven-Destroying Sword, and may be a little weaker, but it does stir up the force of heaven and earth, and it is more powerful.

With the blessing of vast magic power, Xu Mo felt the wind rising around him.

I looked up and saw the large dark cloud above. Suddenly something seemed to be moving in the dark cloud. The next second, a huge palm print penetrated the dark cloud.

It was as if the dark cloud had been shot out of a palm print hole.

Naturally, the dark clouds were dispersed by this palm.

But the palm print seemed to be still pointing downwards, and it instantly captured the strange monster with three heads and six arms over there.

boom!

Accompanied by the strange, ethereal and slightly majestic sound of the Buddha, even at this moment, Xu Mo heard the melodious ringing of the bell.

The ground shook.

This loud noise instantly occupies all your hearing, so that for the next one or two seconds, you can hear nothing but the roar.

Immediately afterwards there were air waves and smoke flying into the sky.

A shock wave came.

The blow made Xu Mo's clothes ripple. Looking ahead, Xu Mo calmed down.

The monster with three heads and six arms in front has disappeared.

The ground where he was just now was directly blasted with a huge palm print.

How big is this palm print?

The length and width are almost a hundred feet.

It is also seven or eight meters deep into the ground. In some places, it is more than ten meters deep. This palm directly changes the topography.

The power is so powerful that it is breathtaking.

Xu Mo can be sure that even if the three-headed and six-armed monster is not killed directly, it will still lose half of its life.

This palm is too strong.

"Good, good, good!"

Monk Shui stood up at this moment, looked over, and said with a smile: "Master Xu, how about my Prajna Vajra Palm?"

Xu Mo said it was very impressive.

"Can you teach me?"

"That's natural. If a Zen master learns, he will naturally be willing to teach."

Based on the palm technique from Buddhist scriptures, Xu Mo felt that this should be the strongest attack a person can make.

Except for his own sky-cutting sword.

This is the strongest.

It's a good thing to be able to learn, but I don't have the vast magic power of the other party. I guess even if I learn, the power won't reach this level.

Bang!

The hole made by the palm print over there stretched out, and something jumped out at this moment.

It's that monster with three heads and six arms.

Half of the opponent's body was smashed to pieces by the palm force, his bones were exposed, and his flesh and blood were blurred, but he was still not dead.

At this time, it looked even more ferocious. A bloody head was laughing strangely, another head was crying, and another head was rushing towards this side, muttering strange nightmare words.

The sounds of crying and laughing were already giving people a headache, but Xu Mo knew that the most troublesome thing was the head that kept chanting nightmares.

What the other party was reciting was some kind of nightmare sutra.

It is similar to the Buddhist scriptures recited by Monk Shui. They have reached a very high level. They are speaking very fast and cannot hear clearly, but they understand what they mean.

"Ah Ru, behead that man who chants sutras!"

Xu Mo realized something was wrong.

The rusty sword flew out, but the strange monster seemed to know that the head was important. It defended with six arms, but the rusty sword still couldn't attack.

And soon, there were waves of roars and screams all around, from far to near, and the scriptures read by the nightmare language were actually summoning the strange things around them.

"Could this thing be a great evil?" Xu Mo's heart skipped a beat.

It's okay to deal with a single weird thing, but it's difficult to deal with too many.

"Master Shui, can you still use that palm technique of yours?"

"Needs brewing!"

Xu Mo shook his head. It was too late now. Although Monk Shui's Vajra Palm Seal was quite lethal and powerful, like Buddha's blow, the 'casting time' was too long.

It was okay just now, but now there are so many strange groups attacking, it is too late.

And some of the weird ones can be attacked from a distance.

Xu Mo had just noticed that someone was shooting cold arrows here.

They are several evil spirits that look like skeletons and are covered in armor. These evil spirits hold knives and bows in their hands, like fallen soldiers. It is not known whether they were drawn into the Mountain of Resentment when they were alive, or were affected by some kind of magic after death.

stand up.

All in all, these things are extremely difficult to deal with.

Cold arrows often attack, and if it weren't for the magic sword protecting the body, he might have been hit by now.

Now the three-headed and six-armed monster has become a great evil. It chants the nightmare scriptures to summon the surrounding evil spirits and evil spirits. With the numerical advantage, Xu Mo and Monk Shui have no chance of winning.

Run.

I can't do it without running.

But Xu Mo and Monk Shui actually didn't know where they were going.

Xu Mo still remembered what Monk Yuantong had said before when he was not parasitized by evil spirits. Perhaps only a few Taoist priests at Yu Yan Guan looked normal here.

These are the original words of Monk Yuantong.

Xu Mo knew that Yuantong at that time still really wanted to help them, so his words must be true.

Xu Mo also wanted to visit the Yuyan Temple, but the problem was that Monk Yuantong didn't tell clearly in which direction that place was, so he could only try his luck.

It was good luck that I met him.

If you don't encounter it, that's normal.

Xu Mo grabbed the water and went to the sea, running wildly again. During this period, cold arrows kept coming, and the rusty sword circled around him to block Xu Mo.

Some of the vengeful ghosts are also very fast, and now they are constantly closing the distance, making it difficult to escape the pursuit.

Especially that weird monster with three heads and six arms, stalking him to death.

Crossing the river ahead, Xu Mo went upstream and looked over two cliffs, when he suddenly saw a figure standing in front of him.

Thinking that an evil spirit was blocking the way, Xu Mo stretched out his hand and slashed out with the rusty sword, but saw that the man also raised his hand, and a cold light flew out from behind, colliding with the rusty sword.

The sound of gold and iron is deafening.

"Infinite Heavenly Lord!"

The other party sang.

Xu Mo was stunned for a moment, sheathed his sword and looked at it. After a closer look, he saw a Taoist priest wearing ink-colored Taoist robes opposite him.

Holding a fly whisk in hand, there is a scabbard on his back, with a three-foot green blade hanging in the air, and his beard and hair floating in the air.
To be continued...