Xiuxian: Beautiful Women Like Clouds

"Donor, you have committed too many sins by killing!" The little monk had a compassionate and solemn look on his face. In his hand he held a string of jade prayer beads, each of which was crystal clear and emitted a faint green light.

"Then I'll send you on your way!" Lu Hao was too lazy to listen to this guy's further nonsense. He stepped on the ground, rushed out, and punched the little monk.

"Amitabha!" The little monk was not at all panicked by Lu Hao's punch. Instead, he tore off his rosary. Instead of falling, the eighteen beads began to spin in front of him.

Lu Hao punched it, and suddenly hundreds of rays of light burst out from the rosary, which actually blocked him.

The young monk put his hands together and recited scriptures silently. The eighteen prayer beads flew to different directions and then each burst out with a ray of light. They intertwined with each other to form a light curtain, trapping Lu Hao in the center.

"Break it for me!" Seeing that he was surrounded by this little monk, Lu Hao suddenly showed murderous intent. Thick lightning burst out from his fist and hit the light curtain.

"boom!"

Lu Hao's fist hit the light curtain, and suddenly a loud bang erupted, and energy ripples swept like a storm.

Countless nervous gazes were focused on the junction between Lu Hao's fist and the light curtain. The energy there was surging wildly, and the light curtain began to boil like boiling water.

"Blocked... blocked!" Seeing that Lu Hao did not shatter the light curtain, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and their tense mood eased a little. They were really afraid of being killed.

"How dare you stop me!" Lu Hao jumped up, and his arm gathered strength to the limit in mid-air. Golden light quickly spread upward from his fist. In a moment, his entire arm turned golden. At the same time, a thick and astonishing thunder wrapped around his entire arm like a thunder dragon.

"boom!"

Lu Hao launched a powerful blow. Although the light curtain fluctuated violently, it was not broken. However, before everyone could breathe a sigh of relief, he actually launched dozens of punches in an instant.

"Boom boom..." Shocking explosions were heard from the light curtain.

Everyone was stunned. He could deliver dozens of punches of such high intensity in just a short moment. His body was simply too abnormal.

"Crack!" The light curtain finally couldn't hold on and cracked, and then the crack spread rapidly like a spider web.

"Puff!" The little monk was hit back, and his throat felt sweet. A large amount of blood spurted out, and the glaring blood kept dripping along his robes.

"This devil is too strong. I can't save him alone. Please help me!" The little monk lost his previous composure and shouted to the people around him.

Upon hearing this, many cultivators present showed hesitation. They had already realized the gap in strength between themselves and Lu Hao, and did not want to die in vain.

"You have no way out. That guy is the type who will never let go of any grudge. If he really escapes from this trap, you will all die miserably." Although Zhao Sheng did not take action, he shouted loudly.

"The girl who grew up with me was fucked for no reason just because she looked at Lu Hao for a second longer. What's more, all of you have attacked him before. With your ruthless nature, he will never let you go." Seeing that everyone retreated, Zhao Sheng immediately distorted the truth and exaggerated it to give everyone a real example.

Although Zhao Sheng did not explicitly say who his childhood sweetheart was, many people knew that this person was Youlan.

"This guy is too brutal. He pushed someone to the ground and raped her just because he looked at her for a second longer?" Everyone was talking about it.

Youlan lowered her head, her pretty face flushed red, and she gritted her teeth in hatred for Zhao Sheng for exposing the matter in public.

"Let's all fight the devil together and defend the way!" Zhao Sheng shouted again, trying to persuade everyone.

"Don't be afraid, just follow me and pour your spiritual power into these eighteen prayer beads, and we can trap this demon!" The little monk also spoke at the right time.

Suddenly many monks moved, and colorful spiritual power was poured into the eighteen crystal clear prayer beads. Suddenly the prayer beads burst out with hundreds of green rays of light, trapping him again.

Lu Hao's golden fist hit the light curtain again, but this time it only caused a ripple and could no longer create the same astonishing power as before.

"Tianyin Bell Sacrifice!" The little monk threw out a golden ancient bell from his hand. The ancient bell grew bigger in the wind and covered Lu Hao's head.

The golden ancient bell is extremely simple and exudes a sense of vicissitudes and antiquity. There are eighty-one Buddhas carved on it. They are all wearing robes, with solemn expressions, and beating the wooden fish in front of them.

Under the command of the little monk, everyone allocated a portion of their spiritual power and poured it into the golden ancient bell. Suddenly, the originally carved Buddhas seemed to come alive, and the Buddhist sounds of striking wooden fish penetrated through the bell wall.

Lu Hao felt dizzy and felt severe pain in his head.

He hurriedly blocked his ears, but it was useless. The Buddhist sounds seemed to enter his mind directly.

Lu Hao held his head with a look of pain on his face, and his sea of ​​consciousness seemed to be about to split apart.

The young monk sat down calmly, took out a yellowed talisman and stuck it in front of himself. This was left by his master before he passed away. It could bless him at the critical moment and cast a profound spell.

The young monk made some hand gestures, and a huge golden shadow of an ancient Buddha appeared behind him. The ancient Buddha recited scriptures, and the scriptures, like characters, directly entered Lu Hao's mind, making it impossible for him to defend against it.

"Is this the ancient Buddhist temple's holy-level magic scripture?" Some monks recognized it and looked surprised. They didn't expect that the little monk in front of them could actually practice this holy magic.

This spell was created by the first abbot of the Ancient Buddha Temple. Its power is no less than the Four Swords of Heaven. Moreover, this spell is extremely special. It does not kill the enemy directly, but leads the opponent into the empty gate.

"No, it is impossible for a young monk like him to practice the Jie Yin Sutra at his age. It is said that only some high monks can comprehend this ancient sutra. He must have used the talisman in front of him to perform it successfully." There were many knowledgeable people in the field who saw the problem at once.

The young monk wanted to use the "Jie Yin Ancient Scripture" to cleanse Lu Hao's soul and let him leave his four families and enter Buddhism.

Buddhist sounds entered Lu Hao's mind, and the anger on his face gradually turned into solemnity, and even revealed a look of compassion.

He began to lose himself, and gradually he forgot his peerless skills of a thousand consecutive stabs and eight hundred consecutive attacks. Not only that, the beautiful figures also gradually disappeared from his mind.