Boom boom!!!

At this time, the offensive of one hundred and six Taiyi Golden Immortals came again.

Countless amounts of Taiyi immortal energy all bombarded Huikong's golden bell magic weapon.

The defense of the golden bell magic weapon was astonishing, and it was imbued with almost all of Huikong's Buddhist power, and it blocked this offensive forcefully.

But visible to the naked eye, the light of the golden bell magic weapon dimmed quickly, and most of the Buddhist power within it had been consumed.

At most, it can only resist once and then collapse.

Everyone had no choice but to take action quickly and try their best to delay the attack.

Try to make this golden bell magic weapon last as long as possible.

At this time, Huikong had already arrived in the courtyard on the top of the mountain.

Da Mao is not here.

After Huikong came last time, Da Mao disappeared.

Huikong didn’t come here to find Da Mao.

But I want to see if Ye Qingyun has left any back-up plans?

After all, in Huikong's mind, the Holy Son is an omnipotent and omniscient being.

Today's situation, I'm afraid the Holy Son has already predicted it, and he will definitely leave a way to solve it.

Undecided in trouble!

You can ask Qingyun!

Even if Ye Qingyun is not here, he is still the biggest backbone in the hearts of Huikong and even everyone.

"Holy Son, I hope you can give me some guidance."

Huikong stood in the courtyard, clasped his hands together, and bowed in all directions.

I don't know if it's a coincidence or if Ye Qingyun really left some tricks behind.

I saw a faint light shining in the kitchen.

When Huikong saw the flash of light, he felt happy and rushed into the kitchen.

The kitchen is not big and there are not many things.

Huikong saw the glowing thing at a glance.

A big iron pot!

Huikong looked stunned, why was this big iron pot shining?

"Could it be...that this is the back-up plan left behind by the Holy Son?"

"This object is the key to dealing with this disaster?"

Buzz buzz!!!

The light from the big iron pot was even more intense, seeming to be signaling to Huikong.

"Amitabha, since the Holy Son has arranged this, there must be deep meaning!"

The next moment, Huikong directly picked up the big iron pot and placed it on his bald head.
Chapter completed!