He Cheng's eyes narrowed slightly, the back of his hand tapped the hilt of the sword, and the sword was picked up.

Then draw the sword and turn around, the blade slashes obliquely, presses the wind, and the dragon stabs! The big iron sword fell from the top of the head like a big iron sluice knife, and went straight to the centipede spirit's head.

The centipede spirit transformed into Erlang God, the blade in his hand was caught by He Cheng and couldn't pull it out, so he snorted, spread his hand and "stabbed" down, and escaped from the drill.

The three-pointed two-edged knife that fell to the ground turned into a centipede leg, no wonder the centipede spirit had to be ruthless to abandon it.

The Iron Stegosaurus stabbed at him, lifted the wind, and smashed against the stone wall.

The whole mountain rumbled and shook wildly, and the mountain of swords shook the ground, and with the big iron sword as the center, it climbed out of a crack four or five zhang long, two or three feet wide, and bottomless.

The big iron sword was inserted in the stone wall, and the centipede spirit finally found an opportunity, and he grabbed another three-pointed two-edged knife in his hand, grabbed the blade with both hands, jumped up with both feet, twisted his waist and turned twice, and the three-pointed and two-edged knife swung like a tornado.

Syllable!! The blade sank, broke the wind, and slashed diagonally at the back of He Cheng's neck.

It's full of strength, and it's very turbulent.

He Cheng's head was also pressed and sank slightly, but his waist straightened, and he raised his head back violently, and even pushed the three-pointed two-edged knife back with the back of his neck and retreated.

The three-pointed, two-edged knife was pushed away from his neck, and not even a single scar was left.

He Cheng unleashed the iron sword inserted into the mountain with his right hand, twisted his waist and waved his hand, and the black tiger made a heartfelt move, directly attacking Erlang Shen's armpit, and his tail finger was like a spear, intending to attack his heart. Erlang God pressed the knife again, and it was still dingding! Straight to the spark, the ground under the feet of Erlang God was pressed out of the big pit.

Even if he attacked in a hurry, he still had to use all his strength to resist He Cheng.

He Cheng grabbed the blade with his right hand again, turned around for the last moment, and grabbed the hilt of the big iron sword inserted in the wall with his left hand, and pulled it with force, turning half a circle and sweeping.

Sneer——!!

If you cut the cloth quickly, the sound is sharp.

Erlang God, who was transformed by the centipede spirit, squatted in time to escape the catastrophe, but the entire Pansi Cave was cut obliquely by this sword, cutting halfway up the mountain, and cutting the hill seventy or eighty zhang high into two halves.

The mountain slid down the flat sloping mouth and rumbled down crookedly.

The light comes in.

A mountain, in the blink of an eye, turned into an open-air dirt slope.

"Humph!" Erlang God snorted again, discarded the three-pointed two-edged knife in his hand, and the three-pointed two-edged knife turned into a centipede leg that had been abandoned.

"Look who I am!" The centipede spirit turned around again, and turned into a green snake.

Coquettish smile, waist like the wind caressing willow branches, the affection in the eyebrows and eyes is exactly the same as the real one.

"You've seen a lot."

He Cheng didn't have any forbearance under his hand, and the big iron sword smashed down, and the wind of the chisel roared suddenly. His fingers are not soft, no matter who he becomes, He Cheng will not tolerate it.

"It's cold-blooded!" The green snake said regretfully, both in expression and appearance, it was exactly the same as the real one.

"I know you're fake and still keep my hands, I'm a fool!"

The iron sword slammed into the green snake's shoulder, and a string of demon blood rolled to the ground with the arm, shook and struggled twice, and also turned into a centipede leg.

She was about to change again, He Cheng had already bent down and bit him on the neck.

Suck and swallow the power and drag her into He Cheng's mouth.

"Whew!"

"A Thousand Faces ......"

He Cheng's body changed suddenly, and he turned into a demon Yingying.

"The hosts! This ......"

The demon never knew that He Cheng had this ability, and when he saw that he suddenly became exactly like himself, he was stunned.

"It's a pity" He Cheng touched his face and rubbed his shoulders.

The Thousand-Faced Divine Power can completely transform into any kind of creature, and can even perfectly imitate its temperament, attitude, and cultivation, and it is difficult to distinguish between true and false.

He Chengcheng has clearly appreciated the power of the centipede essence.

It's a pity that he doesn't know how to see through people's hearts, and he can't be as vivid as a centipede.

Thump~

But the demon knelt on the ground suddenly, "Please punish the master!" ”

"How?"

"When the master asked Ying Ying if she was willing to die, Ying Ying hesitated......

"Haha, that's it"

He Cheng bent down to help her up, "If you are not afraid of death, what are you still practicing?" …… Eternal life is my goal. ”

"If there is a stunned young man who is not afraid of death, I will have a headache."

He had just helped Yingying to stand up, but a scream came from the hillside outside: "Pansi Cave!" Oh my pansi hole! What's going on! ”

Mother Spider dragged the reluctant Eun Eun at the entrance of the cave and yelled.

Seeing the two Yingying who looked exactly the same, she was even more stunned, and a sense of comfort came up from the bottom of her heart, the revenge of her daughter's death was finally avenged, and she no longer suppressed: "Is it ...... That Supreme is dead? Hahahaha, what a ......"

"What is it?"

He Cheng had changed back to his original appearance, smiling at the old spider spirit.

"Really...... Supreme, it's great that you're not hurt! The old spider changed his words in a panic, since He Cheng is still alive, the centipede essence must be dead: "Damn the centipede essence, it will harm my family's poetry and poetry, and she will be ......scattered for hundreds of years."

"Those stinky girls don't know what's going on, they haven't come back for so many days."

The old spider spirit pulled Enen to kneel on the ground, and quietly looked up at He Cheng: "Hurry up and kowtow to the Supreme!" ”

"Supreme, I was wrong......" Eun reluctantly knelt on the ground and kowtowed.

"Mother Spider, your daughters have already been eaten by centipede essences, so you don't need to look for them anymore, and they were made by your precious daughter Shishi."

"What?"

Mother Spider looked at He Cheng, who walked past her and went down the mountain, and couldn't organize words for a while.

There is no need to distinguish whether it is true or false, she can only take it as true.

"Master, those two spider spirits have already followed...... Ying Ying hugged the sword in her hand, and chased after He Cheng with two steps.

"Then follow along"

Shuttling in the forest path, He Cheng walked in the front, and the demon fell half a step to follow, followed by the spider spirit mother and daughter who did not dare to speak, hiding very far.

"Yingying, you said that there are two major forces in this world, immortals and Buddhas, what should we do next, what should we do?" He suddenly asked the demon.

He was always afraid that one day, the Bodhisattva who came to this world with him would come over and slap him, grab him, tie him up to Lingshan, listen to the scriptures and die of brain swelling.

Or they repelled the Bodhisattva, attracted the Buddha, pressed him under the mountain for thousands of years, and when the time came, he would wear a golden hoop and send the monk to learn the scriptures.

Yingying is just a little demon, the world is too big, she doesn't have the heart to calculate.

Just taking out an Arhat, the ability to be strong can make her soul scatter, she doesn't have this concept in her head, and she doesn't dare to think about how to calculate Heavenly Court and Lingshan.

"Yingying doesn't know." The demon shook his head.

"It's simple, go to the South China Sea." Since the problem is fundamentally with Guanyin Bodhisattva, let him go to Guanyin Bodhisattva.

The problem can be solved.