The old demon of Montenegro broke away from the stiff and motionless puppet body, and a black qi gradually condensed into a human form in mid-air.

The ghost aura is exposed, rolling up the dead leaves on the ground and dancing wildly, and the momentum is even more monstrous.

looks domineering, but there is bitterness in self-knowledge.

The old demon of Montenegro felt that a grand, surging, and irresistible force in this heaven and earth was pressed down, suppressing his strength to only about half.

Is this the power of rules?

No one can figure it out, and the people who are dying on the street have never imagined the life of the great gods.

In short, now it is the best situation that Qi Zihuan has worked hard to manage, a good overlord was deceived by him, and everyone betrayed his relatives, and now he has a five-fold discount.

The old demon of Montenegro has no intention of fighting, and the black qi in his hand is a little in the air, and he is about to tear through the barrier and return to his own city of vain death.

Qi Zihuan was willing to let him go, and shouted at Yan Chixia on the side: "Diamond Sutra!" ”

Yan Chixia also reacted quickly, reached into her arms and took out another ancient book.

This is a Diamond Sutra that he got by chance in his early years, the age of the book is no longer available, because his swordsmanship has to be combined with Sanskrit spells, so he has always carried it on his body, and it is not of much use.

Only Qi Zihuan knows that this scripture specializes in ghosts, and several people in the original film can almost rely on this Diamond Sutra to beat the boss beyond the level.

I saw Yan Chixia pounce on it.

Holding a scripture in one hand and a sword in the other, chanting incantations in his mouth, his beard fluttering in the wind, and his image is mighty.

The old demon of Montenegro instinctively felt the danger, stopped breaking through the air, and while carefully dodging the scriptures that were frequently printed, he summoned his spear to fight with Yan Chixia.

Qi Zihuan also raised his peachwood sword to join the battle group.

Nie Xiaoqian stood far away, holding the urn in her hand that had already been retrieved from the underground cave just now, and watched the brawl in the arena with an anxious expression.

The ghost and Buddha qi that came out of it made her tremble.

But strangely, what scared her the most was the ancient book on the ground near the big locust tree.

Qi Zihuan's puppet body, no pockets, after the fight just now, he had to throw aside the hundred ghosts and ghosts first, at this time the atlas was blown by the wind, and the pages that were turned over were like a dark and bottomless prison in Nie Xiaoqian's eyes, and he instinctively wanted to escape.

The old demon of Montenegro is really strong, even if he only has half of his strength now, he can still not fall behind under the attack of Yan Chixia and Qi Zihuan.

The black spear hit the peachwood sword, the black gas and the black light suddenly collided and exploded, and Qi Zihuan held the sword with his right hand trembling and fell to the ground.

He struggled to stand up, looked at the two figures flying up and down not far away, and gritted his teeth to summon the Zhaori Pagoda.

Retract the peachwood sword, slap your right hand hard at the top of the tower, and then cling to it.

The soul power of the whole body is constantly output, and it is continuously poured into the tower.

A flash of lightning flashed from the spire.

Then more electric light began to crackle.

If Qi Zihuan was not a puppet body, he would have gritted his teeth and sweated coldly at this time.

Finally, the puppet's body fell to its knees, and a thunderball the size of an egg appeared at the top of the tower, constantly changing the five colors representing gold, wood, water, fire, and earth.

The thunderball looked slow and leisurely, but in fact, before it could blink, it had already submerged into the body of the old demon of Black Mountain.

The old demon of Montenegro stiffened again, and the black qi rolled all over his body, and thunder appeared from time to time.

But even the all-attribute thunderball that hollowed out Qi Zihuan's body only made the old demon of Montenegro stagnate for a moment.

After the thunder light entered the body, it was constantly surrounded and suppressed by the black gas, and finally destroyed.

The black spear was raised again......

But for a moment of stagnation, Yan Chixia abandoned all her moves and threw herself directly into the arms of the old demon of Black Mountain.

The Diamond Sutra has been printed on his chest.

Silently posted there......

The old demon of Montenegro wailed, his whole body convulsed, and his head kept popping up around his chest that was constantly burned by the Diamond Sutra.

These skulls are sometimes large and small, sometimes disappearing, all with painful and terrifying expressions.

These are all resentful souls killed by the old demon of Montenegro before and after his death, and they are also the source of his great power.

Yan Chixia knew that this was the last chance, and poured out her last mana, and the ancient sword was golden and plunging, and inserted it into the heart of the old demon of the Black Mountain.

The old demon of Montenegro hung down weakly on all fours.

Those resentful souls absorbed by the old demon of Montenegro could no longer be restrained, and poured out like a tide.

All of them are bodyless heads.

They roared unconsciously, pounced on everything that could make food, including Yan Chixia and Qi Zihuan, who had lost their strength, and Nie Xiaoqian in the distance.

Finished.

Qi Zihuan's heart was full of despair, he didn't expect that he would be buried under the bite of this ghost tide after he had exhausted his calculations.

The night breeze is light.

The picture of the hundred ghosts on the ground turned another page.

A blank page.

There are no five-cent special effects, loud noises, light, this and that, nothing.

It's just that there is a sudden suction force in the air, and all the resentful souls are lined up and sucked into the book.

There are many resentful souls, the team is long, and the time is so long that even Qi Zihuan and Yan Chixia have recovered a little and can stand up.

The three of them just stood and waited quietly.

The old demon of Black Mountain in the air escaped the last resentful soul, and the black soul body changed from thick to faint and scattered.

It's over.

Thousands of years of ambition and greatness are nothing more than vague portraits on a thin piece of paper.

Montenegrin old demon, Montenegrin old demon......

Does he remember his name?

……

In Lanruo Temple, Qi Zihuan woke up slowly, the hideous wound on his neck really healed, and even the blood and qi were replenished, and now the whole person was ruddy and refreshed.

Yan Chixia sat on the dirty wall, holding a wine jug and pouring it violently, with a sigh on her face.

Nie Xiaoqian knelt aside, with her ashes altar in front of her, and her handsome face showed a little tangled.

"That Ning Caichen is in the store in my county town at this time, if you still want to see him again, you can still catch up before dawn at this time." Qi Zihuan spread his hands and said lightly.

"I felt from the moment I retrieved my ashes, I was about to go to the next county to be reincarnated......" Nie Xiaoqian bit her lip lightly, her brows furrowed, "The parting between me and Ning Gongzi is forever ......"

Seeing her pitiful appearance, Qi Zihuan hesitated for a moment, and said softly: "I have the art of paper figures, if you two really think about it for a lifetime, I can make you a paper figure as a shelter, let him take it into his arms, and you can appear every night to see ......"

"But after all, people and ghosts have different paths, like this...... Wouldn't I want to harm him and follow me for the rest of his life......" Nie Xiaoqian lowered her head and lowered her head, her voice like a mosquito.

"Also, it's better to forget each other in the rivers and lakes......"

"Hiccup......

The bearded man by the wall burped.

He smiled at the two of them and said, "Forgive me, forgive me, I'm drunk." ”

yes, who doesn't get drunk?

Xiaoqian and Ning Caichen, who are infatuated with people and ghosts, are they drunk or not?

The obsessive old demon of Montenegro, is he drunk or not?

Qi Zihuan, who woke up from a dream of life and death, is he drunk or not?

Just drunk,

Are you still willing to wake up?