Da Bong fights more people

Groups of flames exploded in mid-air, like dazzling fireworks.

Boom boom boom!

The second wave of attack followed, but the target was no longer King Kong and others. The turret appeared behind the tower at some point and poured firepower downward.

Mu Nanzhi stood on the edge of the fort, watching the shells hit the pagoda, the walls were cracked, and the wall peeled off piece by piece, revealing the dark golden pagoda inside.

After a while, the Buddha Pagoda became mottled, with irregular dark gold and white walls intertwined.

The white walls and black tiles are just a cover-up. The Buddha Pagoda itself is a magic weapon, a magic weapon that the Bodhisattva of the first rank has warmed and nourished for endless years.

Such dense firepower can't shake half of it. Li Lingsu just felt emotional in his heart, and the fort teleported again.

In the void where the fort was originally located, Irbu's figure suddenly appeared. Sun Xuanji sensed the crisis in advance and avoided the Linghui master's pounce.

The two sides were chasing in the air, but Sun Xuanji ignored Irbu and persistently fired downwards.

He is forcing King Kong to make a move.

The Dongfang sisters and the monks from Sanhua Temple fled into the first floor of the pagoda again. Compared with Xu Qian's artillery output in the tower, Sun Xuanji's artillery was several times more powerful.

Even rank four monks dare not bear it lightly.

Duan King Kong stood motionless in front of the pagoda, protected by King Kong's magical skills, and the power of the artillery was no threat to him.

"If the Sanhua Temple is destroyed, it will be destroyed, and it will be rebuilt. I want to see how many shells and crossbow arrows you have."

The voice of the King of Difficulties "buzzed".

"Curse Killing Technique!"

After Irb missed again, he chose to perform the wizard's signature stunt.

But the curse killing technique failed to do any good, there was no medium, and the curse killing technique was cast in the air, and the strength was not enough to break through the protection of the formation, which affected Sun Xuanji.

Instead, it was Irbu who was shot and flew out backwards in a little embarrassment.

Li Lingsu was not happy at all, his vision was still there. At first glance, Sun Xuanji seemed to have the upper hand with ease, but in fact, Buddhism was the one who remained completely still.

"There's a fight outside."

"The warlocks of the Sitianjian are helping us, are they going to rush out?"

"Are you looking for death? Didn't you see Dharma Guardian Vajra guarding the door?"

"Now we can only place our hopes on the second disciple who is the supervisor."

Leizhou warriors have a clear understanding of their own situation, grabbing the treasure and repelling Buddhism does not mean that the matter is over.

The key is to be able to leave the Buddha Pagoda safely. Fortunately, the opponent has third-rank masters, as well as our own side.

At the window to the south, Li Shaoyun, Yuan Yi, and Tang Yuanwu gathered by the window.General Zhenfu, leaning on a long spear, looked back at Xu Qian in Tsing Yi in the distance, and said in a low voice:

"It seems that you can't get out?"

Tang Yuanwu's face was solemn, and his brows were tightly furrowed: "The Pagoda of the Buddha is only open for twelve o'clock. If we can't leave before then, we will be trapped here to death."

Yuan Yi added: "It's impossible for Sun Xuanji to defeat two third-ranks, especially Dharma Protector King Kong. We can't pin our hopes on him."

Li Shaoyun gave a "tsk", frowning and grimacing: "I think the old monk is very easy-going, why don't you beg him to send us out?"

Commander Du glanced at Ta Ling who was sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, shook his head and said:

"If he doesn't even help Buddhist monks, how can he help us?"

"Try without money."

Li Shaoyun walked over with the gun in his hand, clasped his hands together decently, and said, "Master, please let us go out."

The old monk lowered his eyes and smiled: "The road is at the feet of the benefactor, so you can leave."

Li Shaoyun's eyes flickered, and suddenly he knelt down on the ground, folded his hands together, and felt sad: "Master, there is a ninety-year-old mother in my family, and there is a young child who is waiting to be fed. For the sake of my family, I beg you." You send us out."

The old monk was slightly moved, and asked, "Benefactor Gui Geng?"

"25."

"Are there any siblings in the family?"

"No, no, my Li family has passed it down from generation to generation."

The old monk said: "You were born in Lingtang at the age of 65?"

Li Shaoyun's face froze suddenly, and his voice was stuck in his throat. He opened his mouth, trying to find a suitable explanation for himself, but he was speechless.

What the hell is this pagoda spirit still counting?

Li Shaoyun left cursing.

He returned to Yuan Yi and Tang Yuanwu with a serious expression on his face: "It's not good, this old monk is not only ruthless, but also has unpredictable calculations."

The master of the Shuangdao sect and the commander of both looked at him expressionlessly.

"I seem to see the words "vulgar martial artist" in your eyes." Li Shaoyun said displeased.

"No."

"We don't think Wu Fu is vulgar."

"I always feel that you are mocking me, what should I do now?" Li Shaoyun said helplessly.

The master of Shuangdaomen didn't speak, but Yuan Yi turned to look at Xu Qian.

"Just look at him."

"Now is the best opportunity to unseal Shenshu. Release this arm. Since we can piece together Shenshu's soul, we can use the power of the broken arm to solve the current predicament."

Xu Qi'an slowly leaned towards Shenshu's broken arm. During this process, he was always paying attention to Ta Ling's reaction, testing the opponent's bottom line.

Surprisingly, the old monk Ta Ling closed his eyes and ignored everyone in the tower, including Xu Qi'an.

Xu Qi'an stopped three feet away and looked at Shenshu's severed arm. It was a left arm, bluish-black in color, with knotted muscles, smooth lines, and perfect proportions. It was more like a work of art than an arm.

It is bound by nine dark golden chains that are as thick as fingers, and the other end of the chain is embedded in the ground, walls, and pillars.

"Try to wake it up first"

Xu Qi'an squinted at the old monk Taling, seeing that he was still so Buddhist, he felt slightly happy, lightly knocked the book fragments on the ground, and took out the anklet sent by his sister-in-law Baiji all the way.