dead child, ghost carrying coffin

Under the joint efforts of Zhang Bao and other four great powers, they finally managed to block the big hand that was pressing down.

However, after the loud bang, the faces of several people were all ugly, and it was not easy to resist.

Especially Wu Yongming, the purple-clothed Daoist who had been injured before, was even paler, with traces of blood oozing from the corners of his mouth.

The stone sculpture of the dead, blessed with resentment, was furious when he saw that his attack was blocked by everyone.

There was a crackling, crackling sound like glass breaking in the surrounding void.

Two huge statues, as if struggling out of thick rubber, have loomed in front of everyone.

Seeing this, everyone immediately stood ready.

Zhang Jiao, who has the people of the world in his heart, sighed.

"Fu Sheng boundless yellow sky."

"The poor know that you have suffered the disaster for 5000 years, so your heart is miserable, and you are willing to do your best to save it."

"Back off, back off."

As long as she doesn't threaten Hua Jiunan, Xiao Wuxin is the kindest.

Looking at the two stone sculptures filled with resentment, they were already tearing up.

The chubby little hands folded together and softly recited the Buddha's name.

Although the two huge stone sculptures are the condensation of resentment, a trace of wisdom has been born in these long years.

Of course, I can feel the strength and compassion of Zhang Jiao and Wuxin.

Hesitating for a moment, no longer struggling to get out of the "void".

"Your Majesty is willing to avenge my dead?! We will swear against that tyrant!"

The words were almost yelled out.

The huge sound kept reverberating on the first floor of the underground palace, and the shocking dust fell down.

As soon as these words came out, Zhang Jiao realized that something was wrong.

He hurriedly turned his head to look at the little monk beside him.

Things turned out as he expected:

Wuxin, who originally sympathized with the deceased and almost shed tears, suddenly burst into demonic thoughts when he heard the other party's nonsense.

There was no more mercy on her pink face.

The black Demon-Suppressing Sutra turned into strange lines, appearing and disappearing from time to time.

Even the voice is no longer immature, but has become the madness of ghosts and Buddhas.

"Jie Jie Jie, Namo Amitabha Buddha!"

"What did you just say? You are at odds with my brother?!"

"In this case, I will perfect you and others, and I will send you to Avici Hell!!!"

Speaking of which, Wuxin's body flickered and grew, almost turning back into Ghost Buddha Faceless.

"Jie Jie Jie, although my elder brother travels around the world, he will never enter a filthy place like Abi Hell."

"Where did you go, you can naturally be at odds with your brother!"

For the first time, Zhang Jiao, who had always been indifferent, showed a little urgency, and raised his hand gently on Wuxin's little bald head without saying anything.

"Master feels the suffering and poverty in his heart. Please think about what you said before, and you must not make mistakes."

Wuxin was taken aback when he heard the words, looked at Zhang Jiao with his already flickering eyes, and then closed them tightly with all his strength.

His body was trembling and he was almost unable to stand still.

Seeing this, Zhang Bao who was beside him hurriedly hugged him in his arms.

"Blessings give birth to boundless yellow heavens, the master still needs to restrain his demonic thoughts."

"Little Mister, he is doomed to be rough, and he cannot be without the company of you, the 'Guardian', Master!"

Under the joint persuasion of the two leaders, Wuxin's state finally gradually stabilized.

However, he still stretched out his hand engraved with the Suppressing Demon Sutra impatiently, and patted the two statues.

"Don't make me crazy, get out!"

With a loud bang, the four of Zhang Bao teamed up and fell into the disadvantaged "uncommon sky", just like that, they were swat back to their original place by Wu Xin like a fly swatter.

Everyone watching this scene was shocked.

The two great monks Rong Hui and Pu Neng were even more afraid for a while:

Fortunately, fortunately, when the Faceless Buddha came to "borrow" the Suppressing Demon Sutra thousands of years ago, he still had a sliver of reason.

Otherwise, if it appeared in its current state, Jinshan Temple, a thousand-year-old temple, would have been reduced to a kingdom of ghosts long ago!

Putting away his complicated thoughts, Master Rong Hui clasped his palms together and said to Zhang Bao.

"Namo Amitabha."

"I don't know if the senior has found the whereabouts of the nobleman?"

Zhang Bao stared at the rusty compass in front of him and frowned.

"Found it, it's down there."

"It's just that there is a sea of ​​resentment wrapped in layers, without any gaps. If we want to go in and rescue... it's difficult!"

According to Zhang Bao's Taoism, saying that it is below certainly does not mean that it is buried deep in the ground, but at another level.

Just like the existence of the underworld.

Hearing Zhang Bao said it was difficult, Master Rong Hui and others all looked solemn.

Although they are all great talents, compared with Zhang Bao, the deputy leader of the great religion, there is still a big gap in morality and deeds.

After a little thought, Master Rong Hui smiled apologetically.

"Namo Amitabha, the little monk is attached."

"With Zhang Jiao Zhang and the Faceless Buddha here, they will definitely lead us deep into the underground palace."

Hearing others mention her, Xiao Wuxin showed a timid smile, then quickly lowered her head.

Zhang Jiao remained indifferent: "Don't worry fellow Taoists, there will naturally be strong help coming later."