It was still Mu Guiying who was clever, she took a rope and walked over to tie the hands and feet of the Thunderbolt Demon King. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoEveryone let go of their hands easily, and concentrated on grasping the magic pincers, like a break dance, showing their teeth and claws, staring at their eyebrows, and dancing with their hands. The demon king spit out vigorously in his mouth, "no fight, no fight, no fight", no one knew that he said this because the magic tong would fight non-stop, everyone thought he was nervous, Mu Guiying was upset when he heard it, raised his hand and slapped the demon king a few times: "Shut up, you!" It's noisy! Where would the demon king shut up, and he said it so much that it was full of foam, which made people feel disgusting, Mu Guiying was so disgusted that she almost vomited, and bent down and retched.

The Yang family was so strange that the demon king was still smiling with a hippie smile, and Wu Song, who was lying and watching over there, was so angry that he scolded: "Look at his virtue!" foaming at the mouth and smirking vigorously, 'Don't fight, don't fight', you're a dead pig, who is still fighting with you? Fight for what? Just fight for this plie? Fight for a fart! ”

Get! You're in trouble! The magic tongs flew to Wu Song's side all of a sudden! Only then did Wu Song realize that this pair of pliers was not easy to mess with! You can only land on the ground with your back and raise your legs to play foot work. The two feet clamped back and forth, but the pliers rushed to Wu Song's mouth.

"Dead skin!" It didn't matter what Wu Song said, the magic pincer leaned down like a crocodile, and bit off a tooth in Wu Song's mouth, and with a "click", the tooth slipped from the jaws and fell to the ground. The demon king over there sped up in his mouth and muttered "no fight, no fight", Wu Song on this side was born from the angry side, somehow he suddenly remembered that when he was in the Holy Martial Cave, he also learned the thirty-six martial arts of the Thousand Yin Thousand Buddha Hand intermittently with Hongshan Hongzhi in his spare time, and he couldn't care about the chest pain, a carp flew up, and caught the magic tong with his bare hands with the Thousand Yin Thousand Buddha hand moves, although Wu Song did not have the internal force of Hongshan Hongzhi to practice the Thousand Yin Thousand Buddha Hand moves well, but it was also ten times stronger than ordinary kung fu, but five strokes, The magic tong was caught by Wu Song.

The magic tongs are in hand, but it is not an ordinary pliers, it is really disobedient, it is tossed up and down in Wu Song's hands, and if it is loosened a little, it will escape. Wu Song pressed really had no strength, signaled Yang Qilang to press, he handed it to Yang Qilang, Yang Qilang quickly took it, and held it hard, although Yang Qilang's strength was great, there was a time when he ran out, and after pressing for half an hour, his hand strength was gone, and he handed the pliers to the fifth brother.

If you go around and grab a pair of pliers like this, I'm afraid that all the time will be spent on this, and it will not be a way to do it for a long time! Mu Guiying and Yang Liulang were thinking about how to deal with it, Mu Guiying saw that the demon king was still muttering those two words vigorously, and a flash of inspiration flashed to his heart, thinking that these two words were the spell that commanded the magic tongs to fight to the death? Then plug the Demon King's stinky mouth!

"Whose feet suffer from athlete's foot?" Mu Guiying asked.

"Me!" Yang Qilang said.

"I have it too!" Wu Song continued.

"Take off your socks and bring them!" Mu Guiying ordered.

Wu Song and Yang Qilang really took off their socks, and Wu Song took them along with Yang Qilang's socks.

"Stuff him in his mouth!" Mu Guiying said.

"Shut your foul mouth!" Wu Song thought that Mu Guiying was annoyed by the Demon King, so he sealed his mouth, and casually scolded the Demon King.

The Thunderbolt Demon King couldn't help him no matter how reluctant he was, Wu Song and Yang Qilang's socks were filled all the way to their throats, let alone talking again, and they couldn't get out of their breath.

"Don't move!" Yang Wulang shouted.

"What's not moving?" Wu Song asked.

"Of course it's this pliers! It's so strange, all at once! Yang Wulang felt inexplicable.

"It was Gui Ying who subdued it!" Yang Liulang smiled.

"Mom, is that you? I didn't see you doing anything! Yang Wenguang was puzzled.

"That's thanks to your Seventh Master and Grandpa Wu Song's stinky socks!" After Mu Guiying finished speaking, she laughed out loud.

When the Yang family heard this, they suddenly realized, and they all laughed heartily.

"The Demon King's stinky mouth is really harmful to others and himself!" Yang Liulang said, "Finally subdued the Demon King, now it's time for us to persuade the soldiers to drive these machines back to Yuanshan!"

Yang Zongbao and Yang Wenguang watched the Thunderbolt Demon King, Yang Liulang and Mu Guiying went to the big playground to persuade the demon soldiers and robots, Yang Dalang, Yang Erlang, and Yang Sanlang respectively inserted the excavator key back into the driver's cab of each car.

The army was packed up and was about to set off. Suddenly, I heard Yang Wenguang shouting: "Oh no! ”

Yang Liulang and Mu Guiying came quickly, but saw the Thunderbolt Demon King's mouth spewing fire, and the flames were connected to the cloth bag with the magic weapon in Yang Wenguang's left hand forming a line of fire. The torch burned all the stinky socks, and the demon king opened his teeth and claws to run the exercises with his palms, and when the flames were extinguished, he said angrily: "Okay, you Mu Guiying!" Smoke me with stinky socks! See how this king cleans you up! ”

This made people laugh when they heard this, and everyone really couldn't control themselves, and they leaned forward and leaned back one by one. When the demon king saw the Yang family's gloating appearance, he became even more moved: "This king will let you Yang family generals laugh enough!" Thanks to the king's 'Iron Fist Thunderbolt Three Fire Flags' three fires induced with this king, saving this king's life, otherwise he would have died on two pairs of stinky socks! ”

Mu Guiying, Yang Wenguang, Yang Qilang, and Wu Song laughed so much that they either had a stomachache or shed tears, Wu Song pressed his injured stomach with his hand, and if he continued to laugh, he would really laugh and climb down.

The Demon King took back the magic weapon in Yang Wenguang's hand and placed it in front of him.

Yang Liulang stopped laughing and cleared his head: This is not good, the demon king not only burned the stinky socks, but also burned the rope that bound him, the so-called happiness is sad, I am afraid that the Yang family will not be able to escape this time.

"Gui Ying, only me and the eldest brother, the second brother, and the third brother are left here, and you and Yang Zongbao and Wen Guang are escorting the rest of the people back to Yuanshan safely, let's go quickly!" Yang Liulang commanded in a low voice.

Mu Guiying thought of the magic weapon of the demon king, and saw that the fourth uncle, the fifth uncle, the seventh uncle, and Wu Song were injured, as well as so many equipment and soldiers in the big playground, and her mind cleared: It's time to go! If you don't go, the sacrifice will be greater! I'm just worried that I want to go but I can't.

"Wen Guang, you and your grandfathers are playing forwards, leading the team of people and horses to retreat quickly!" Mu Guiying arranged in a low voice, "I'll cover up after breaking off with Zong Bao!" ”

The Thunderbolt Demon King was not a fool, he saw that the Yang family had left their brothers behind and retreated, and he was not in a hurry to stop them, and he also learned the lesson just now, and accepted them one by one first, and was he afraid that they would not be able to escape?

"Yang Liulang! Your time of death has come! The Thunderbolt Demon King regained his spirits and shouted, "It's not time for me to forge the hammer!" ”

I saw that the magic weapon jumped into the palm of the demon king's hand, and it was the magic weapon that flew to Yang Qilang's back and slapped a hammer. I saw that this magic device was the size of a syringe, the head was in the shape of a hammer, and the tail of the body was exactly like a syringe, and when pressed by hand, the liquid in the tube would be compressed, and the liquid sprayed out by the hammer head could be coagulated into all kinds of objects at will, just like a cake shop making cakes. Therefore, this magic weapon can not only hit the opponent like a hammer with a hammer up and down, left and right, but also compress time and space to get what you want and what you want to see, which is a magic weapon that forcibly shortens time and space to create miracles.

"Pressure, pressure, pressure! Shrink, shrink! The Thunderbolt Demon King threw up the hammer and said, "The old doesn't go, the new doesn't come, a ghost town breaks through the sky." A prison encircles the enemy's hands, shrinks into a birdcage and keeps them in his hands! ”

Yang Liulang and the four of them hadn't seen any ghost towns, but they saw a guardrail cage with a length of three meters and a height of three meters to arrest them, and then the cage shrank and shrunk at the same time as the person, until it was as small as a birdcage and was withdrawn into the hands of the demon king.

"Hey, hey, if it weren't for the great consumption of this king's primordial god, if you didn't use this magic weapon at all, you would really be forced to become a prostitute!" The Thunderbolt Demon King's words had already spoken, and he consciously lost his words, ignoring that the four little people in the cage could still hear it. He raised his eyes again and looked at Mu Guiying in the big playground, and they had already moved the men and horses, and the forward was almost close to the gate of the enemy battle array. The demon king sighed weakly: "When the ghost city falls into prison, it is also the time when this king and I are exhausted. ”

Yang Zongbao Yang Wenguang was about to approach the gate of the magic array, thinking that as long as he got out of this magic array, there would be fewer obstacles and fewer twists and turns along the way, and when he was happy, he heard the whirring sound in the air, as if there was a heavy object whistling, and when he looked up, he saw that the buildings were covered like three-dimensional, and it was dark in front of him, and all the soldiers, soldiers and machinery were all imprisoned in the houses.

The large playground was suddenly empty, leaving only countless iron-fisted thunderbolts and three flags of fire, which hung like lanterns on the poplar trees around them. These flags were conjured up from the main banner in front of the Demon King, and they fluttered like a banner.

The Thunderbolt Demon King couldn't walk anymore, so he sat on the steps, looked at the prisoner's cage placed on the steps, and then looked at the bosom friend who was lying quietly on the other side, and sighed.

"Relict King, Mad King, don't you come to see if this king is still alive?"

Two lines of tears crisscrossed the Thunderbolt Demon King's cheeks.