"You want to put coffins on your own people? Old worm, are you crazy?"

"ah!"

In the solar system, outside the defense line of the Great Wall, Long Ruo was like a mouse scurrying in the battlefield. He looked at the middle-aged man with a bloody Zen staff in front of him and a bald head. He was stunned and realized that this was the same super warrior team as him.

The super warrior Jin Yingzong.

Seeing this, Long Ruo laughed sarcastically and said: "Um, cough, mistake, mistake, it's easy! Sorry, old bald donkey!"

Jin Yingzong, who was called the 'old bald donkey' by Long Ruo, had angry eyes and twitching at the corner of his mouth. Are you stunned when you practice martial arts and magic? You all put coffins in them, and you almost dragged them into the coffin alive.

Refined into energy.

Jin Yingzong, who was exhausted all the time, looked at Long Ruo, who had just had a banquet with his energy pulsing all over his body and his face glowing red, and spoke after a few breaths of silence.

"Amita..."

Snapped!

"Ami, uncle, I don't believe in Buddhism!"

Long Ruo slapped Jin Yingzong on the face, causing Jin Yingzong to move.

As soon as Jin Yingzong was slapped away, he saw several Lieyang warriors wearing armor and holding swords, spears or spears coming from behind Jin Yingzong.

"Small."

With a "small" sound, the coffin standing upright behind Long Ruo suddenly shrank, flattened, and turned into a dark, heavy ruler.

Long Ruo turned slightly sideways to avoid the thrusting spear, held a heavy ruler with both hands, and smashed the heavy ruler into the head of the Lieyang warrior holding the spear.

Next to him, Jin Yingzong, who had been slapped by Long Ruo, was furious at Long Ruo's behavior. When he caught a glimpse of the approaching Lieyang warriors, he immediately realized that Long Ruo was saving him.

Seeing Long Ruo being besieged, Jin Yingzong, who was holding a Zen staff, came up with the look of a vajra with angry eyes on his face.

"Amitabha!"

After reciting the Jin Yingzong of Amitabha, the Zen staff in his hand was like a golden melon hammer, and the Zen staff hit a Sun warrior.

With a sound of "Peng", the Lieyang warrior who was hit on the head by the Zen staff instantly became a headless warrior and fell limply into space.

"Hey! Why bother?"

Jin Yingzong looked at the headless corpse and muttered compassionately in his eyes. Suddenly, a wisp of coldness emerged from Jin Yingzong's body in the armor, and the hair on the back of his neck stood up.

A feeling of death arose in Jin Yingzong's heart, his eyes widened, he turned around and struck with a Zen staff.

clang!

The weapons collide and sparks fly.

"Amitabha!"

"Donor, a sneak attack... is a bad character. What's more, I am still a ninety-year-old man, so a sneak attack on an old man is even more shameful."

Jin Yingzong, who was almost beheaded, held a Zen staff in one hand and raised his palm in the other. He looked calmly at the man holding a long sword in front of him, dressed in elegant ancient clothes and with long hair, just like a scholar in ancient China carrying a three-foot long sword.

young man.

"Old man? Ninety years old?"

Ou Caijie, who muttered something, pointed to himself and said, "I am nine hundred years old this year."

So...so careless!

Jin Yingzong was choked and suddenly felt that he had miscalculated, forgetting that the average age of Lieyang people was over a thousand.

Hmm... how about... say he attacked the child secretly?

Before Jin Yingzong could figure out what to do, Ou Caijie pointed at Long Ruo, who was fighting with several Lieyang warriors. When he couldn't parry, he immediately raised his hands and shouted for surrender. As soon as the Lieyang warriors stopped, he immediately rose up to attack again.

"In terms of shame, I can't compare to you and other Chinese warriors."

Forehead…

Jin Yingzong looked at Long Ruo, who vividly interpreted the words "cunning" and "insidious" in China, and for a moment he didn't know what to say.

Long Ruo, those who are familiar with him call him Lao Long, and those who are familiar with him no longer call him Lao Chong. It is not because Long Ruo is incompetent that he is called Chong, but because Long Ruo is unscrupulous in some aspects and once set some lower limits.

"Amitabha, donor, your anger is a bit too strong, why don't you let me help you to go to the west...the other shore!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Jin Yingzong clasped his hands together and spit out scriptures one by one.

"I, Suo Po, Suo Tuo, Suo..."

Scriptures condensed with energy flew towards Ou Caijie one by one, crashing into Ou Caijie's spiritual world like thunder in Ou Caijie's ears.

"It turned out to be a mental attack."

Ou Caijie glanced at the verses spinning around him, smiled without changing his expression, lightly closed his lips, and waves of sound that could be seen rippled by the naked eye came out.

"The way of heaven is clear, bless my heart, the sun shines brightly, protect my body, a gentleman learns..."

A spiritual power that was no less than or even stronger than Jin Yingzong's, wrapped around the Fierce Sun scriptures in Ou Caijie's mouth, and slammed open the scriptures that Jin Yingzong had transformed into Ou Caijie's spiritual world.

Jin Yingzong groaned, feeling sharp pains like needle pricks in his mind, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

"Ahem!"

Jin Yingzong coughed lightly and stared at Ou Caijie solemnly.

At this moment, Jin Yingzong realized that something was bad. He had wanted to invade Ou Caijie's spiritual world, but instead, Ou Caijie had hurt his own mental power.

The person in front of him must be a master of Lieyang. For him... a master.

Jin Yingzong's eyes jumped as he stared at Ou Caijie, and he shouted: "Donor, be careful of a sneak attack on the right."

Unmoved by what Jin Yingzong said, he did not look at Ou Caijie on the right, but glanced behind him. Behind him, Long Ruo, who had sneaked around at some point, held the coffin that had turned into a heavy ruler with both hands, and tried his best to pat Ou Caijie.

Talented.

Ou Caijie, who looked indifferent, swung the long sword in his hand, and a burst of energy shot out from the sword body, turning into a sharp sword energy and slashing towards the heavy ruler formed by the coffin in Long Ruo's hand.

However, at the moment when Ou Caijie turned around and slashed his sword, Jin Yingzong grabbed the Zen staff... and moved it.

"Donor, the road to the west has been opened!"

"Namo Amitabha!"

Within the armor, Jin Yingzong, whose body glowed with golden light, shouted loudly, with compassion on his face and diamond anger in his eyes, and his Zen staff hit Ou Caijie on the back of the head like a pumpkin hammer.

The billowing energy and power came over, and Ou Caijie, who looked indifferent, held a sword in one hand to block Long Ruo, and flexed his fingers with the other hand, pointing the sword finger at the fallen Zen staff.

Peng!!

Jin Yingzong and Long Ruo flew out, froze their bodies, glanced at Ou Caijie who had not moved, turned around and ran away without thinking.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Ou Caijie, who was standing there, roared sweetly, and traces of blood flowed from his teeth.

Ou Caijie ignored the blood on his lips, held the sword tightly in his hand, and chased Jin Yingzong Longruo who was helping each other escape.

"Old worm, why don't you open the coffin, put that guy in the coffin and refine it into dregs."

Jin Yingzong, who was holding a heavy ruler on the coffin, took a breath, looked at the coffin at his feet, and asked Long Ruo, who was holding his chest next to him.

"Suck it up."

"You think you can just accept it if you want? There are restrictions!"

Long Ruo, who was unhappy, collected the blood that had spat into his helmet in distress.

"Wasted! Wasted!"

"The blood is full of energy. It's all the energy I refined with great difficulty. I spit out so much at once. It's a loss! It's a loss!"

"Let's reuse the waste."

Long Ruo wiped the collected blood on the coffin and disappeared in the blink of an eye, as if it had been absorbed by the coffin.

After finishing everything, Long Ruo looked at Jin Yingzong again and said: "What, old bald donkey, don't waste the blood you vomited. You can't eat it back anyway, and it's useless to eat it back. Feed it to my treasure coffin.

."

"I…"

Jin Yingzong, who already knew Long Ruo's lower limit well, was still speechless. Looking at Long Ruo's expectant expression, he had no choice but to let the armor collect the vomited blood and spray it on the coffin lid.

Jin Yingzong, who had complied with Long Ruo's wish, glanced at Long Ruo, who was still a little weak but was now slowly recovering, and fell silent for a moment.

"Old Long, this technique you practice is a bit evil, I think..."

"Shut up, you."

Before Jin Yingzong could finish speaking, Long Ruo looked at Jin Yingzong with disdain.

"You stupid bald donkey, are you still pretending to be innocent with me? Don't think that I don't know, you stupid bald donkey wants to practice my skills because you see me recovering quickly."

"I advise you not to think about it. Instructor Ruyi has told me a long time ago that the exercises I practice cannot be practiced by ordinary people. If I teach them to others at will, it will harm others."

Jin Yingzong, who was holding a Zen staff, pondered for a few breaths, "Actually... I am not an ordinary person. You don't know that in the past ten years, many wealthy people in China and outside China have called me eminent monks and bought my calligraphy and rosary beads.

That’s a lot of money for the old man.”

Hearing this, Long Ruo glanced at Jin Yingzong in surprise, and after holding his breath for a while, he said, "You are tall and thick, but how do you look like an eminent monk? Are they mentally ill?"
To be continued...