"A monk is a fool and can still be trained, and a demon will become a disaster if he is a ghost?"

The crown frowned, bowed his head and chewed on this half of the poem, suddenly raised his head, straightened his back, and the robe around his body was windless, and his beard, which was originally very neatly groomed, writhed as if he had life.

His bony body exuded a majestic demonic aura as dark as ink.

The demonic aura is like a light veil, permeating the entire Daxiong Treasure Hall, seemingly ethereal but extremely textured, making people feel difficult to breathe and almost faint.

Mandrill has many important identities, monks, Taoists, people, and demons.

When playing the role of a monk, he is the presiding abbot of the Lonely Han Temple.

When playing the role of a Taoist priest, he is a monk who uses the method of immortality to bewitch the powerful of the Zhu Sect.

When playing the role of a mortal, he is the crown of wealthy merchants in Nanzhili, who is kind and benevolent.

Only the last demon, Mandrill does not need to be played, he is a demon, Ru Mao drinks blood, and leads beasts to eat people.

"Hahahahaha."

The crown waved the sleeves of his robe and laughed wildly, "You say, I'm a demon? ”

He took a light volley step, and the stone floor of the Daxiong Treasure Hall below suddenly collapsed, denting a giant footprint.

"You say, I'm a demon?"

He took another step, and the little demons who had not been caught on both sides of the Daxiong Treasure Hall were directly trampled on their backs by a kick in the air, and they lay on the pedestal of the Buddha statue one by one, their faces were shocked, their bodies trembled wildly, and the blood gushed out from the seven orifices as if they didn't want money.

"You say, I'm a disaster?"

He took the third step, his pale beard and windless automatic, and his thin palm swept across and threw out a demonic aura as dark as ink.

The wind was initially curved like a hooked moon and as narrow as a willow leaf, but gradually escaped and deformed as the distance advanced, and finally condensed into a row of skeleton soldiers with stubborn and terrifying expressions.

"Kill!"

The skeletal soldiers composed of demon winds rose up with a few cannibalistic blue demon flames around them, roaring fiercely and charging towards the mission team.

The little demons and demons who didn't have time to avoid along the way were just slightly swept by the swords, guns, swords, halberds, axes, hooks and forks in the hands of the skeleton soldiers, and their bodies began to decay rapidly.

After just a few breaths, it eroded into a pool of yellow-green pus on the spot, and even the desperate cry for help was still stuck in his throat, and he didn't have time to shout out.

The demons were cleared, the ghosts and monsters retreated, and the guests who still had the strength to reluctantly act under the pressure withdrew from the Daxiong Treasure Hall like the tide of the ebb tide.

There are no demons who want to participate in this struggle, they don't dare, they don't want to, and they can't.

At most, they were afraid of the possible liquidation of the mandrill after the end of the struggle, and thought of placing a few long-range attacks in the air outside the hall to help the fist,

Shouting a few "crown Taoist mighty" gangster scene, it is absolutely impossible to personally get into danger and set foot in the hall - the people who come to the banquet are all little monsters who think they have no face and are good at self-preservation,

After all, in the past few years, those demons who are not bright enough and rely on demonic power to act nonsense have long been eradicated by the monks of the Taoist Sect or the official government.

It's just that even if they retreat to the courtyard, the demons can still feel the majestic demonic power of the crown in the Daxiong Treasure Palace, and at the same time, they are also deeply puzzled, and they can't help but wonder if the Hundred Demon Pill is really so effective that it can make the mandrill's cultivation increase to this extent in just one year.

And in the hall, facing the skeleton soldiers who came from the surprise attack, Wanli Sealing Sword snorted coldly, and pulled out the three-foot autumn water called "Slaying the Dragon" in his waist.

Wow –

From a distance, the sword was like a touch of moonlight shining down from the clouds, the cold air was pressing, the light was bright, and it was like lightning, and under the sword light, even the old face of the Wanli Sealing Knife that had been overloaded for at least ten years seemed a lot quieter and more majestic.

The predecessors had three feet of water in the box, and they once entered Wutan to kill the dragon.

Wanli Sealing Sword silently thought about the past that no one knew in his heart, drew his sword and rushed forward into the skeleton battle array.

Twisting, splitting, stabbing, spinning, chopping, chipping,

The sword light was vertical and horizontal, as bright as a star, he walked through the swords, guns, swords, halberds, axes, hooks and forks, broke out in the sound of gold and iron, and silently inserted the sword back into the hilt.

Behind him, the skeleton soldier who was still holding his weapon high froze in place for a moment, and then collapsed with a bang.

"Playing with a sword?"

The crown sneered, soared in the air, raised his arms, stood upright on one foot like a golden rooster, and stepped down leisurely.

The hall was like a light veil of ink-colored demonic energy, rolling, stirring, and condensing, like a black cloud covering the sky and the sun, pressing down on everyone together.

Wanlifeng's knife changed color, and his hand was pressed on the scabbard.

Everyone's scalp couldn't stop tingling, the cold hairs stood on end, the air seemed to be frozen as heavy, and breathing, which is a very simple action on weekdays, needed to be done with all the strength of the chest at this moment.

"Scatter!"

Xing Hechou roared, the golden light flashed around him, and an ancient iron armor appeared on his burly body.

The armor is made of more than 1,500 pieces of fish scale armor and more than 600 pieces of long strip armor, and the chest, front and back are all polished to an extremely smooth metal round like a mirror, helmets, neck guards, ear guards, tiger head shoulder armor, dragon head shawl, knee skirt, leg binding hanging legs are all available.

[Name: Mingguang Armor]

[Type: Armor]

[Quality: Rare]

[Defense: Medium]

[Special Effect 1: Unyielding (Passively increases the wearer's physical limit by 20%)]

[Special Effect 2: Tenacity (Passively increases the wearer's toughness and reduces the duration and intensity of the wearer's effects such as stun, slow, and fear)]

[Note: See the light of the sun, the world is bright.] 】

Xing He, who was wearing golden iron armor, bent his knees violently, the wolf's head knee armor and the iron knee skirt collided sonorously, hoarse and sharpened, and the hard ground under his feet was crushed by gravity, shattering like a spider web.

In the next moment, he leaped high, like iron fists like cannonballs, and blasted towards the demonic cloud.

The black clouds crush the city and want to destroy it, and the armor light opens to the sun!

For a long time, the mission team has been preparing for this day, and almost at the moment when Xing He was "scattered", the others dispersed with great tacit understanding.

The Wanli Sealing Knife, which was the best at light skills, moved back and forth between the beams and pillars on the left and right sides of the hall, taking advantage of Xing Hechou to attract the attention of the crown, suddenly increased its speed, and several rabbits fell from the eagle, swept past the Ding furnace in front of the Daxiong Treasure Palace, grabbed the waist of the woman named "Red Lady", and landed lightly on the ground.

"Stay still."

Wanli Sealing Dao hurriedly spoke, hurriedly turned his head, and saw that Xing Hechou, who was wearing gold armor, had rushed into the black clouds, and his fists wrapped in iron guards were slamming head-on on the soles of Shanman's feet.

Zheng ————

The sound of gold and iron intertwined resounded through the Daxiong Treasure Hall, and the shock wave visible to the naked eye shook the black clouds and spread outward.

The volley of the crown leaned back, staggering a few steps before regaining his balance.

And Xing Hechou fell to the ground with a bang, under the iron piece guard, the palm of his hand was torn, oozing blood, and his clenched fists trembled.

With a sweet throat, he swallowed the blood in his mouth with a straight face, reluctantly stood up, and looked at the crown silently, clarifying the fighting spirit in his eyes, as if burning with fire.

"Hmph."

The crown snorted coldly, and a roll of Dao robe put his hands behind his back, and as the hem of the robe violently stirred, the demonic energy re-condensed into a pitch-black cloud around him.

"The fire borrows the wind, and the wind fuels the fire."

Without a trace of emotion in his eyes, the Taoist looked down at the ants below indifferently and said calmly.

The demonic black cloud behind him was like a pool of oil being thrown into a match, first a spark flickered, and then a blazing fire!

The whole black cloud burned brightly, and the firelight was not orange and warm, but blue, cold, without a trace of temperature.

The faint blue fire clouds, writhing and rising, burned the golden roof of the Daxiong Treasure Hall like maggots on tarsal bones, and everything melted everywhere it went, and in an instant, the bricks and tiles dissolved, the beams of the houses toppled down, the walls collapsed, and in the smoke and dust, half of the roof of the Daxiong Hall was exposed in the moonlight.

"What a fierce demon flame splash."

Li Ang was slightly stunned, and his face was solemn. This demon fire will hurt if it is rubbed, and it will die if it is touched, this is much more terrifying than the white phosphorus bomb, and he doesn't want to test whether the mortal body can withstand the demon flame incineration.