"The poor monk has always been with you!"

Suddenly there was a loud cheer in Master Huijing's room.

The golden Buddha light shone in all directions, and the Sanskrit sound of the Buddha sang loudly, spreading throughout Qingshan Town, waking many people up from their dreams.

Zhou Hao, who was meditating and recuperating, opened his eyes as soon as possible, and for the sake of prudence, he did not immediately open the door and rush out, but went to the window to look out.

I saw that outside Master Huijing's room, under the golden light, there was a thick black shadow on the ground, like a giant snake writhing.

Under the light of the Buddha, the black shadow like a giant snake was fixed on the ground and could not move, constantly struggling and convulsing, and even emitted a trace of white smoke, as if it had been burned.

The fat Maitreya-like Master Huijing walked out of the room with a shy stomach and a serious expression: "Don't you dare to show your true face at this moment?"

He clasped his palms together, shouted Buddha horns, and then stretched out his hands and pulled them in the air, as if dragging something.

And the giant snake-like black shadow on the ground shook violently, as if it was grabbed by a pair of invisible big hands, and then dragged towards him by Master Huijing.

The black shadow with its tail extending into the distance seemed to be dragging something as well, and was dragged out by Master Huijing.

But soon, Master Huijing's face changed slightly.

Not good, fooled!

His mind turned to this point, and he was about to change his technique, but as the black shadow pulled out a cloud of black mist, it instantly enveloped the top of his head.

Master Huijing is surrounded by Buddha light, and a treasure bottle seems to be condensed in the sky above his head.

Under the protection of the treasure bottle, the black mist could not touch him.

However, the other party didn't expect this move to knock down Master Hui Jing, and the black mist turned into a huge black net in mid-air, putting Master Hui Jing and the treasure bottle net in it.

Then, multiple blue-purple thunderbolts shot from afar like a rain of arrows, and the targets all pointed at Master Huijing.

The fat monk's face did not change color, and his palms were folded.

The house-sized vase protected him in all directions, struck by many lightning strikes, but never shattered.

Master Huijing shouted at this time: "It turned out to be you!"

"The master is really skilled. "In the darkness, a man walks out of it.

Zhou Hao looked from the side, and the other party was the general of the Demon Division, Chen Zhao.

He saw that he couldn't help Master Huijing for a while, and he was not disappointed, as long as he could trap the other party for a while.

Master Huijing's eyes widened, and the huge treasure bottle gave birth to a majestic suction power in the mouth of the bottle.

The nets that enveloped him slowly turned into black gas, and were sucked into the mouth of the bottle by the treasure bottle.

But looking at that speed, it will take some time to completely break the net.

That's what Chen Zhao needs.

He pinched the magic trick in his hand, and suddenly a black aura rose up around Qingshan Town, enveloping the entire town.

The people in the town were already panicking, but at this moment, they were even more fried, and they fled in a panic.

The monks of the Demon Division were all shocked by Chen Zhao's appearance.

Then they were even more horrified when they saw the clouds of smoke enveloping all directions.

Someone tried to break through the black smoke, but there was a blood glow in the air.

Twelve flesh beads appeared in mid-air, forming a circle around them, faintly forming a ritual.

Chen Zhao looked at Yi Qinghu who rushed out of the house, and said indifferently: "Although I was disturbed by you and there were a few blood demon beads missing, I had already prepared according to the surplus, and twelve were enough." ”

Zhou Hao was chilled when he heard this, and all the seventeen demon monks in the eight towns died because of this.

Under the black smoke, the people in the town suddenly fell into pieces.

It is not as good as the array of Qingyuan Dao people in Yejiazhuang at the beginning, which is aimed at hundreds of people, and now Chen Zhao's handwriting in Qingshan Town is actually to sacrifice 10,000 people here.

Old, frail and sickly, and even young children and children, they couldn't resist it first, their bodies shriveled down, their whole bodies were snow-white, and their qi and blood were collected by the evil array and integrated into the twelve blood demon beads.

I saw that the blood demon bead, which was originally the size of a fist, began to expand and grow.

Some of the Demon Monks looked flustered and frightened in the face of their former superiors, while others didn't care about that much, and hurriedly rushed up to try to interrupt Chen Zhao's practice.

Yi Qinghu also rushed forward, but at this time, there was an extra one-eyed young man beside Chen Zhao, blocking everyone's way, it was Chen Zhao's son Chen Xinlie.

The one-eyed young man faced Yi Qinghu by himself, and then whistled.

A large number of miscellaneous blood wind thunder owls rushed from all directions, attacking his former colleagues in the Demon Division, and even Zhou Hao did not let go.

Zhou Hao faced the miscellaneous blood wind thunder owl that pounced on him, he did not dodge, nor did he urge the black iron compass.

After the other party flew closer, he picked up the "black iron brick" in his hand and smashed the bird demon to the ground.

"This ...... Psychic superior?" Not only Chen Zhao, but even Master Huijing was stunned.

Isn't it still a psychic during the day?

Why is this not seen for a while, and it is on the top?

If he hadn't spoken before, wouldn't it have taken him more than twenty days to cultivate from a layman to a psychic level?

What kind of demon speed is this?

The monks present were all taken aback, and everyone looked at Zhou Hao in a daze in the originally tense situation.

Chen Zhao came back to his senses and ignored it.

After all, he is still a cultivator of the Psychic Realm, and he can't miss his big matter right now, so he is busy continuing to practice.

Zhou Hao glanced at Master Huijing while knocking over another bird demon that rushed over, and was about to summon the Blood Immortal Phoenix, when suddenly there seemed to be a shadow flashing in his field of vision.

It turned out that Yi Qinghu secretly released his own trap dog.

The machine dog did not pounce on Chen Zhao and Chen Xinlie's father and son, but quietly, as fast as lightning, slipped to Master Huijing's side.

The Trap Dog opened its mouth, and there was a faint flash of magic circle sigils in its mouth.

It bit into the net that enveloped Master Huijing.

"Hmph!" Chen Zhao snorted coldly, pinched the magic trick in his hand, and with a volley of fingers, a blue-purple lightning bolt slashed over.

The Trap Dog was instantly slashed into the air.

But taking advantage of its skill, Master Huijing keenly grasped the opportunity, and combined the inside and the outside to eliminate the net that had trapped him.

"Chen Zhao!" Fat Maitreya turned into an angry-eyed King Kong at this time and rushed towards Chen Zhao.

Chen Zhao's face did not change, his feet stepped on the green clouds, his body flew up, and Master Huijing also gave birth to golden clouds under his feet, and he chased after him.

The two Yanyun Realm monks moved in mid-air, and Jin Yun Yin had the upper hand, but Qingyun acted unscrupulously and ignored the lives of the people in the town, Jin Yun often had to take care of the lives of many people in Qingshan Town, and he couldn't do anything about Qingyun for a while.

But the rituals in the town are still in operation.

Chen Zhao was entangled by Master Huijing and couldn't make a move, but he also restrained Master Huijing.

On the ground, his son Chen Xinlie took over the burden and urged the ritual to continue.

The twelve blood demon beads gradually gathered into a blood-red aura.

A Miscellaneous Blood Wind Thunder Owl flew into the aura, and the aura shrank inward, gradually turning into a ball of light, surrounding the Miscellaneous Blood Wind Thunder Owl.

The ball of light shrank, becoming only the size of a flesh bead at the beginning, like a human heart, and like a blood-colored cocoon.

There was a flash of light in this blood cocoon, beating in a row.

The surrounding evil arrays are still continuously extracting everyone's qi and blood to feed this blood cocoon.

More and more people couldn't support it and gradually lost their breath.

Zhou Hao and other monks in the psychic realm also felt that their breathing was not smooth, and their minds were dizzy, as if they were suffering from ischemia.

Yi Qinghu rushed up, trying to destroy the blood cocoon.

But Chen Xinlie was guarding the side of the blood cocoon, and he didn't compete with Yi Qinghu, he just raised one of his hands.

Immediately, I saw that the golden light was blooming, clear and transparent, seemingly weak and brittle, but in fact, it seemed that King Kong was incorruptible and indestructible.

Yi Qinghu's attack fell on it, and there was not even the slightest ripple.

The attacks of the other demon monks also did not react at all.

"King Kong Spirit?" Yi Qinghu's face sank, without any hesitation, he pinched the magic trick in his hand, and sacrificed the magic sword that slashed the dragon in Yejiazhuang that day.

Chen Xinlie looked at the magic sword, his expression was much more solemn, but he was not nervous.

Zhou Hao knew that she had worked hard to urge this sword, and she only had the power of one blow, so she leaned up and asked, "What is that?"

"King Kong Essence, the defense is extremely strong, I am not sure to break it, I urge the magic sword to work hard, and he purely relies on the King Kong Spirit itself is wonderful, and it is not difficult. Yi Qinghu said in a low voice: "That demon dragon, I'm afraid it can't be broken in a short time." ”

Zhou Hao was reminded by her, giving up the plan to let the Blood Immortal Phoenix reappear as a demon dragon, frowning and thinking.

In mid-air, Master Huijing sensed the situation below, and Jin Yun was about to fall, but in turn he was desperately entangled by Chen Zhao.

Looking at the constantly beating blood cocoon, Zhou Hao whispered to Yi Qinghu: "Let's change the way." ”