Seeing that this method was effective, the method jointly aimed the magic weapon in his hand at the dark clouds in the sky and cast a spell. It quickly smashed the dark clouds into pieces and countless holes, and the black lightning gradually faded away - but in this, four lightning continued to shoot down in the crowd!

The place where the lightning strikes was not the Dharma, but the center of the Tantric monk soldiers!

Seeing the dark clouds gradually dissipate, suddenly a roar came from the monks!

There was only one roar, but in fact, the four people roared at the same time. The sounds gathered together and seemed to be roaring at the same time. As the roar began, the bodies of the four masters gradually became huge.

"Not good!" Several people in the Dharma shouted at the same time: "This is the art of Ming Wang showing the world!" Suddenly, countless people turned the magic weapon around and made moves to the four masters. But for some reason, a black transparent cover appeared around the master's body, covering them and protecting them!

The force emitted by the treasure hit the top was actually bounced away, and it could not hurt the slightest amount.

The roar became louder and a layer of black shell appeared on the four masters, as if they were wrapped in something. Seeing that the situation was not good, Master Gongsun suddenly shouted to many disciples: "This is not the method of the Ming King coming to the world, but the method of transforming reality. The technique of the Ming King coming to the world has long been made! The disciples of Ding Jia Sect follow me to fight the enemy, and others retreat back to the mountain!"

The meaning of his words was that this magic was too powerful and he could no longer resist, so he had to go back to the mountain first and then say - "Amitabha!" The Zen Master Sixiang pronounced the Buddha's name, and he also knew that the Tantric magic was powerful. He immediately called people from various methods to retreat...

It is said that they want to retreat, but it is much more difficult to do it. Now people from all sects and sects compete with the monk soldiers. Even if they are determined to withdraw, they cannot do it immediately. Even if dozens of disciples of the Dingjia Sect rushed forward and even used the God-controlled support, many people still couldn't withdraw!

Seeing that the black shells on the upper body of the four masters had burst out, revealing four strange-shaped appearances. Although they were different, they were all seven or eight feet tall. They stood in the field like windmills.

Master Baixiang turned into nine-faced, thirty-four arms and sixteen feet. His face was like a cow's face, and what he held was a sword, halberd, stick, rope, bow, arrow, and the eyes on the cow's face were fire, and his mouth suddenly became violent. As he shouted, a stream of flames gushed out of his mouth. The anger rushed upwards and became a flame-like shape. He was extremely angry;

Master Jinlun had not had many heads and feet, but three faces grew on the other end, each with five eyes. Two pairs of eyes were arranged side by side, and then in the center of the forehead was the fifth eye, which was extremely terrifying and ferocious, with eight arms lined up and down, among which four arms held the vajra bell and the vajra, which was extremely majestic. The thick eyebrows and hair stood up like flames, gathering together with the light emitted from the middle eye, which looked like thunder and lightning.

The master of the hiding master is four sides and four arms, and looks like a ghost-wrenching soul. He looks chilling. The first hand on the right raises his index finger to make a seal that threatens the other party, the second hand holds a cobalt pestle; the first hand on the left holds an axe and a trident in the second hand - the nails in the hand are long, like a sword and a dagger. The hair is swaying and swaying without wind, as if there is the majesty of the heavenly evil.

The Chechen master is a fearful face with eight arms. He has the third eye with the characteristics of Shiva in the center of his forehead. He is wearing a tiger-skin skirt and his little fingers on his chest to form a three-life seal, indicating that he will subdue all obstacles to the past, present and future. He is surrounded by poisonous snakes, and in his hands are holding vajra, treasure wheel, trident and other magical instruments.

Once the appearance of the four masters of the Ming King appeared, the monks immediately made way out, called out the Ming King's Dharma name, and even sprinkled the talisman fragrance powder on them in their hands. The four of them didn't wait for that, and they had already rushed towards the Dharma disciples!

No matter what kind of magic the other party uses or what kind of weapons they use to cut on the body, the four Ming kings cut off the person in half with just one palm, without any mercy or hesitation, without pausing under their feet, and behind them was a way paved with blood and corpses!

Then, the monk soldiers rushed over like a tide.

With the help of the gods, Ding Jiazong could slightly hinder the advance of ordinary monks, but it was of little use to face these four Ming kings. The four Ming kings obviously did not want to entangle more in these few people, and they only rushed forward. The one who had the opportunity was to smash it into a meat pie. If the opponent was too far away, they would ignore it and just pretend that they didn't see it...

While Ding Jiazong wanted to avoid the weapons of the four Ming kings, he also had to deal with the monk soldiers behind them, and even attacked the four Ming kings from afar. Those who were not capable were soon overwhelmed by the crowd. Even the super-skilled leader Gongsun, Elder Yi, and the Shi family were also in trouble and were in danger.

Their blockade was purely futile and could not stop the four Ming kings at all!

Soon, the four Ming kings passed through the stone forest and slaughtered and chased everyone all the way to the foot of the Holy Mother Peak. There were only three hanging baskets at the rock winch in the middle, and each basket could only accommodate seven people. Therefore, the journey of transporting the disciples of Dharma back was extremely slow. Most of the disciples were crowded under the cliff, waiting for the hanging basket to fall again in panic. Although a few inside moved to the side to hide or were ready to fight, more were waiting for the surprise and helplessness...

Almost all Dharma disciples were in danger, but they had never experienced this experience - most young Dharma disciples were held tightly by a sense of powerlessness, just like the scoundrel in front of the giant beast without any resistance!

The four Ming kings appeared under the Holy Mother Peak, stood still, and then roared to the sky! The roar attracted everyone's gaze, turned around and stared at them, and there was also a delicate and trivial white sweat on their bodies, and they were extremely panicked.

Amid the roar, a Ming king reached out and swung his palm to the front air. He heard a sound of shattering sounds on the cliffs. Everyone turned around and realized that the winch had been broken by the air and the empty basket fell straight from the air.

Everyone exclaimed in unison, and fussed away. Even crying and screaming began to appear inside, and the basket also fell to the ground at the same time, stirring up dust all over the ground!

At the same time, more Dharma disciples grabbed their weapons and began to prepare to put themselves in front of their fellow disciples, fight desperately with the enemy coming and create a fighter!

The four Ming kings obviously felt everyone's angry and unwilling eyes. They opened their mouths, their eyes filled with fierce light, and slowly lowered their heads with murderous intent, and glanced at a group of Dharma disciples. The cracked mouth made a whirring sound, and a whirring sound of breathing. In a flash, the King of King of Niu-headed, with thirty-four arms and sixteen feet had already taken a step forward!

Thirty-four arms were raised together. Countless flames popped out of the hand. Although the flames were red, there were green flames rippling outside, just like the realm of Shi Duotian coming from the nine heavens and ten earths. It was not a thing in this world at all!

The cow-faced Mingwang made a scream like a breeding pig and dog. His ugly face gradually wrinkled. His arms were leaning back and he was about to exert force. In this moment, a sharp roar suddenly came to the disciples of the Dharma.

As the roar sounded, several figures suddenly appeared in the crowd, and countless fireballs shot out from their hands like flying fireflies. They all stuck to the Ming King. Although they seemed to be indiscriminate, they were actually arranged according to the number of rotations, and the entire one was above the three** points of the magic veins around the Ming King.

Following the crowd left and right, the Maoshan Master flashed out of it, pinched the Kunli magic trick with both hands, and shouted loudly: "Break!"

With the roar, the many fire talismans exploded and countless sparks exploded on the Ming King's body. Among the sparks, the Ming King's skin was blown up a few pieces and splashed everywhere, like a mud ground exploded by firecrackers.

At the same time, several black smoke had been hovering and rolling up, whistling through the broken skin!

All the ghosts are attached to each other, controlling the gods and saints, but seeking oneself, you will not be reborn!

At this critical moment, Mr. Meihua had already joined forces with Master Zhang in Maoshan to use this technique of sect. The spirit of a hundred ghosts and evil spirits attached to the Ming King's skin and tried to control his body. After the black smoke rushed in, Mr. Meihua and Master Zhang retreated two steps together. His subordinates also quickly brought the incense burner with many incense threads to their front. They quickly reached out to hold the incense burner and muttered something...

Unfortunately, before they even waited for that moment, the King of Niu Ming was already whistling and shouting angrily!

With the shout, the two incense burners made a creaking sound, and they were divided into two halves. The fragrant rice grains suddenly sprinkled all over the ground, and half of the incense burners fell to the ground.

Then he saw that the countless black air on the Ming King's head was squeezed out, and it disappeared immediately from the air without leaving any trace.

Obviously, these unjust souls could not resist the soul in the Ming King. They were scattered into the yin energy and wandering scattered souls, and their souls were scattered into ashes.

The two were extremely surprised. They saw that the King of Niu had turned his face and raised his hand. Suddenly, countless fire balls were flying and shooting towards everyone. Although the Dharma disciples in front could be avoided, there were still countless disciples who were close to the stone wall who had not had time to be hit by the fireball.

There was no scream. These disciples had all turned into dry bones of mummies, and fell to the ground diagonally and shattered, turning into dust and flew into the air.

One blow has taken more than a hundred lives, and the power of the magic fire can be seen!

Although King Niu Head Ming was so capable, there were still countless people in the Dharma that refused to surrender. He held the Dharma in his hand and was ready to pounce on him again and continued to fight with him. Suddenly, the King Niu Face Ming Wang waved his hand and said in a deep voice:

"Let's wait, listen to me!"

The words were intimidating, and they stopped everyone in just one sentence!

The Ming King looked around and said, "At this time, I will give you the last chance. If you are willing to convert to my Tantric Buddhism, you will be my Tantric disciple, who can save your life and enter the heaven with my disciples; if not, you will die at my hands and have no chance to be a human again!"

This words suddenly aroused an uproar in the Dharma. There were people who were afraid of death in the inner world, but no one would choose to deceive his master and destroy his ancestors. Countless people cursed in unison and looked down on the Ming Wang’s proposal!

"snort!"

The King of Niu Ming had obviously expected this, so he turned around and looked behind, then raised the thirty-four arms together! (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!