"The old demon raises people, and the young one falls in love with the demon!" The monster that gradually plucked its skin and taunted at Wuyan and Ba Lan.

Its ugly and bevelous face seemed to be self-reliant, no longer clinging to its protruding chest, but flying into the air.

And the big mouth didn't stop, the horn kept going, and the blood foamed wildly. Sticky as scarlet ketchup, dripping to the ground. The point is that it doesn't have teeth yet, it's just a foul mouth, and it's very stinky.

"The monster is speechless!"

"Die!"

The monster's words directly offended the anger of the public, and Ba Lan and Wu Yan both attacked it.

I saw that Ba Lan looked solemn, turned the Buddhist beads and recited the scriptures, and finally turned happily and recited faster and faster. Suddenly, the gentle wind became violent.

The wind shook the maple forest, and the tiger roared angrily, blowing away the stacks of fallen leaves like crazy, rolling them into the air, and transforming into a maple leaf python with a bloody mouth.

The python tossed and bit towards the demon face.

Wu Ya is expression is calm, shaking his hand and waving out a few gray rays while shifting. The gray mangs are as sharp as the wind, and as fast as the thunder of flying needles, they pierce the vital points and kill the roots.

The demon's face also roared and screamed very cooperatively, but its expression was constantly changing, and the expressions of joy, anger, sorrow, and joy were changing back and forth on the face like a traffic light.

So it's extremely cooperative, if it's really hurt, how can it put on such a playful expression?

It seemed to be so strong that Ba Lan and Boundless Spells couldn't do the slightest damage to it.

The former master and apprentice, needless to say, once again tacitly agreed.

Ba Lan raised two white eyebrows, his right hand shook forward, and the golden light appeared, and a Zen staff appeared out of thin air.

The staff is about five feet long, made of iron throughout, and has blades at both ends. One end is crescent-shaped, with four holes in the crescent bend, and four iron rings are interlocked. The other end is shaped like a gourd and is about 7 inches long. There are carvings on each side of the tail end, probably too far apart for Donnie to look closely.

It's just that the feeling that this Zen stick gives her is really not easy to mess with.

The air conditioning is overwhelming! There is no doubt that this is no ordinary Zen staff.

Jingle Bell --

Before Ba Lan could move, the iron ring at the moon blade automatically rose up without wind and was orderly. Ba Lan smiled, touched his beard, and said, "Okay, okay, I know you're hungry." ”

Ba Lan's kind and doting eyes like looking at his children and grandchildren really made Donnie feel furious. What's the matter with this old monk? The enlightened monk who saw through the red dust actually regarded a cold weapon as a child or grandchild.

Is it a distortion of human nature or a moral degradation?

All this is unknown.

Donnie subconsciously moved away from Ba Lan, and she still silently watched from the wall.

The war comes too fast like a storm, and it will come as it is said, without giving people a chance to breathe. In the blink of an eye, the old monk Ba Lan had already picked up his Zen staff and hammered it towards the devil's face.

Yes, that's right, it's hammered. And it is ferocious, how to say it, it looks like a person who has run a hundred and eighty meters with a hammer, full of momentum, just waiting for the last moment to erupt.

However, the old monk was really unexpected. I thought it was a violent storm hammer, but I didn't expect it to be a small fist that slammed into your chest.

What a final word!

The huge Zen head slammed into the demon's face, causing a roar.

What's going on? In fact, the old monk himself did not move an inch, but just moved. It's just a simple hammer action, and then the Zen staff is like adding special effects, gushing out layer by layer of phantoms, and each one is bigger than the other.

One hundred and eighty phantoms spurted towards the Demon Face, and the Demon Face had no escape. It was as if the target had been locked, and a series of cannons followed.

Finally, when the moment was approaching, the momentum suddenly closed, and Donnie's heart tightened, although it was only for a moment. Then all the phantoms overlapped into one, and then turned into a giant Zen head.

Boom--Boom---Boom----

With a light hammer, there was a roar.

As the roars came out one after another, the terrifying qi waves also centered on the two of them, rolling out, instantly sweeping a radius of thousands of kilometers.

The entire illusion exploded in this fluctuation, and the maple trees disintegrated, and the leaves fell to ashes.

Everything is fake, it turns out that even the sky can be faked. The blue sky and blue clouds rushed to dissipate first, and the red bricks and white tiles collapsed one after another.

Donnie suddenly felt that she wanted to laugh and was helpless.

They thought that the environment here was fake except for themselves. The so-called illusion, isn't that what it is? So there was no trace of surprise on their faces, the sky was falling apart, and it was just a false appearance of nothingness.

And what about yourself? Donnie looked up at the sky, which was bluer than before, and wanted to cry.

They are in a fantasy, but they are in a memory. They can break through the illusion and return to reality, but what about her? How long will it take to be in this so-called truth?

For her, everything and everyone here is a fake!

The rest of the people are not as idle as her, sad and sad. The battle continued to rage, and the devil's face was bruised and swollen by a blow from Ba Lan.

It shouted fiercely: "Bald donkey, so-and-so"

Before the syllable could be uttered, its jaw was shattered, and although its face seemed to have no chin, the demon face really felt the pain of its jaw being shattered.

Bang, bang, bang, bang...

Punch after punch, the hard fist smashed over with a thousand-pound force.

Demon Face didn't have a chance to speak again, and even felt a little loveless. When he was knocked away, he glanced at the yin guy out of the corner of his eye.

The wind was dignified, and a gray robe was blown and fluttered. There was a cold coldness all around him, and his eyes were cold and ruthless, as if he was looking at a dead person.

No, what is the bald donkey of his ancestor doing here?!

There is a boxing method called Shenyi boxing, which pays attention to the first to come, to wait for work, if God helps!

The fist that was now smashing into the Demon Face from all directions was exactly the same one that was swung by Ba Lan when he fought the Demon Face before, but it was only here now.

You know, Riot may be late, but it won't be absent!

Now, it's time for him to make a move.

He was very fast, stretched out his right hand, spread his five fingers, and grabbed it at the devil's face. A trace of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes, and he lightly spit out a word: "Lock!" ”

For the first time, horror and fear appeared in the eyes of the demon face, and it was actually restrained. This restraint was so strong, so strong that he couldn't move the slightest, as if he was thinking about it, he was locked up!

It wasn't anything else that locked him, it was the countless fists that were howling in the wind! Although it was only a thin face, it couldn't help but sweat with pain and fear at this moment.

There is a kind of fear, called the unshot punch. Because you know it's coming, but you don't know when it's coming. Read the latest chapters, stay tuned