In the mountain temple, Drizzle sat against a pillar with a chicken leg in his arms, and a bonfire was lit in front of him.

At this time, Erha, Wukong, and Wei Yuan didn't know where to go, leaving only Drizzle and Chicken Leg looking at each other.

Chicken Legs: What are you doing with me?

Drizzle: What do I see of you?

Chicken legs: Don't think I don't know, when you fucking enter the mountain temple, you obviously want to eat the chicken legs! Now I want to hug the chicken legs, it's too late! You wait to be eaten by the mountain ghosts!

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At this time, it was already dark and the wind was high, and the night wind blew through the dry forest, making an ominous sound.

The campfire is getting smaller, and the area it can illuminate is getting smaller and smaller.

At this time, the statue of the blue-faced imp on the altar, which was still well preserved, suddenly blinked! Then he turned his head silently and looked at the drizzle below.

Drizzle has a keen intuition, and he subconsciously looks up in a sleepy eye, but the remains of the bonfire can only illuminate the lower part of the broken and tall statue. The face of the blue-faced imp statue was still in the dark. She didn't notice anything wrong.

After Drizzle lowered his head, the blue-faced imp statue blinked again, and when it saw the silk wrap on Drizzle's back, the corners of its mouth opened and a hideous smile appeared.

The chicken leg squinted his eyes as if he was lying on his stomach lazily, but his ears were pricked up.

Although Drizzle is clever as a killer, he is a mortal after all, and Chicken Leg has already discovered the arrival of the enemy.

Just when Drizzle laughed at himself for being a little suspicious and added firewood to the bonfire, suddenly a strange wind appeared, and the temple door was blown shut with a "bang"!

Drizzle stood up in an instant and drew his water-repellent sword to make a defensive posture, scanning the surroundings vigilantly.

And the chicken leg uncle in her arms fell to the ground with a "snap".

No matter how tall the cats are, they all fall on all fours, and the chicken leg uncle is belly on the ground, and the fat waves are surging~

Chicken legs: Gan! When your chicken leg uncle is garbage?

Just when the drizzle was guarding the temple gate, on the altar behind him, the blue-faced imp had silently turned into a huge blue-black demon!

This thing squatted on the altar, its joints protruding, its body proportions were strange, its muscles were hard, and its skin was like a blue-black matte metal.

Its head was huge, two circles larger than the cow's head and not round, two sharp horns curving upwards in the messy black hair on the top of the head, eyes the size of a light bulb, a large nose that was flat and flattened to the sides, a large mouth that cracked to fit a large watermelon, and a mouth with curved conical teeth that looked hideous and terrifying!

This is the indigo-faced mountain ghost, the murderer who ate several people around Fucheng.

Drizzle suddenly felt that the air in this broken temple suddenly became turbid!

As soon as she turned her head, she saw a pair of huge ugly blue-black feet with sharp nails on the altar at eye level!

"Hey, hey~" The indigo-faced mountain ghost grinned and laughed hoarsely and deeply.

In the next moment, the two-meter-tall mountain ghost with a rickety posture pounced suddenly!

Drizzle is also a martial arts master in the end, although the first time he saw this mountain ghost, his mind was taken away, but at the critical moment, he still stepped down, and he used light skills to the side. Then he kicked his feet on the pillar, and he actually bounced back quickly, and the soft sword in his hand instantly stabbed into the armpit of the mountain ghost!

This move was really sudden when retreating into advance, and the water sword hit directly, but Drizzle's heart sank.

Because this sword is like stabbing on a wooden shield covered with multiple layers of cowhide, the resistance is huge, and it can be broken into a skin!

After the drizzle collected the sword, he turned over and opened the distance, and secretly complained in his heart: Oh no! The water repelling soft sword was not good at attacking fortifications, but now the skin of this monster is so thick, it can't hurt at all!

But when I think of not being able to do harm, wouldn't the little monk be even thicker!

At least the monster was still broken, and the little monk didn't leave a single white mark at all.

Seeing the drizzle, the mountain ghost actually dared to resist, and even stabbed it with a sword, and immediately became angry. Pounced on it, three points faster than just now.

The drizzle dodged, and the giant claw scratched four deep scratches on the wooden pillar with a diameter of more than thirty centimeters.

The wood that can be chosen for the pillar is naturally tough, but it is also so fragile under the sharp claws of this fan.

It is conceivable that if this claw is grasped on a person's body, the bones can be torn out!

The mountain ghost's two knees-down arms attack from a large distance, and they wave wildly in gusts of wind. Whether it is a broken table and chair or a wooden shelf sundries, it will be smashed when it touches.

At this time, the drizzle had no way to pull away from it, and it was not big in the mountain temple, and this mountain ghost was not very agile but fast and fast.

So Drizzle could only rely on his good body and flexible body, and dodged again and again in the attacks of the huge and strange mountain ghosts.

Drizzle was forced into a desperate situation, and he actually burst out of potential, and the water-clearing sword in his hand was like a grass spirit snake, with strange and inexplicable changes, constantly attacking all over the body of the mountain ghost.

However, although the Water Clearing Sword is a good sword, it still can't hurt the mountain ghost, and can only leave a dozen shallow wounds on the mountain ghost's body, and there is not even blood flowing out.

The Water Clearing Sword was originally a Qimen weapon, and it used a strange style to deal with people. At this time, it is completely useless to deal with such rough-skinned and thick-skinned aliens. The mountain ghost has no people's vital points, and it is not fragile at all.

Its eyes must be attacked!

The drizzle tightened Xiu Mei gritted her teeth and risked her approach, and she narrowed down to dodge the sweeping claws, and then the whole person rose up, and jumped on the toes on the pillar, and the body leaped a little, already under the head and feet, and the water sword in her hand shook, and the internal force was implemented, and it was instantly straight, and the orange and yellow eyes of the bulb of the mountain ghost pierced!

And then "smack"!

The mountain ghost clasped his hands together and clamped the water-repelling sword to death!

Drizzle, the first killer of Blackstone in the area of Jiangsu and Zhejiang, was taken empty-handed three times this afternoon!

Once a monk, once a monkey, and finally this time, it's no longer anything!

The indigo-faced mountain ghost grinned, very proud. This woman looks at the fine skin and tender meat, and it must taste very good!

Then it puffed out a puff of black smoke from its mouth, and the drizzle that happened to be just one move away from the move was sprayed.

Drizzle held her breath almost instantly, but it was still too late, and she only inhaled a little black smoke, and she instantly felt dizzy, and the water sword in her hand involuntarily let go, and fell to the ground softly.

The mountain ghost let go of his palms, but suddenly an orange flash flashed in front of its face!

The mountain ghost couldn't react, and after two seconds, he felt a sharp pain in his eyes, and a big orange eye had been scratched!

"Huh~" The mountain ghost's eyes came out with green blood, and he couldn't cover it with the big claws of the fan, after all, the claws of the chicken leg had the attribute of bloodletting, and it was even more critical.

A gray monkey wearing a monk's robe and a headband appeared on the altar at some point, it was not big, but it was holding a thick deadbolt in its hand!

The deadbolt was two meters long, two turns thicker than its own legs, and it looked so disproportionate!

Wukong, whose expression was as plain as that of an old monk, grinned and angry for a moment, and his four sharp canine teeth looked extremely hideous.

There was a flickering flame burning in those eyes.

Wukong jumped high, picked up the thick deadbolt in his hand, and went up to the top of Mount Tai!

Goku looks like an ordinary monkey, only one meter tall, but at this time it is infinitely strange. The strange "woo" sound of the door bolt weighing more than ten pounds and the thickness of the thighs didn't give the mountain ghost time to react, and it fell on its head!

In an instant, the deadbolt burst under the great force, turning into sawdust in the sky.

The mountain ghost was smashed to the ground with a "bang", and the blue-green blood splashed everywhere!

"Ah~~~" The mountain ghost wailed, struggling on the ground several times before stumbling up.

At this time, Wukong had already grabbed a stone incense burner with a diameter of one meter and covered with dust.

"Bang!" hits the head again!

One of the mountain ghosts' corners was broken, and black-green blood trickled down the filthy messy hair.

However, if he can be sent to the yang world to do trouble, even if his strength has not fully recovered now, this mountain ghost will not be dealt with so easily!

As soon as it roared, the muscles in its body began to swell, and its joints began to grow sharp bone blades...... Two seconds passed, and the mountain ghost turned into a "meat ball" covered with sharp blades!

As soon as the mountain ghost moved, it rolled rapidly and crashed into Wukong at the altar!

Wukong climbed up to the beam of the house one by one, but the statue of the mountain god on the altar was directly shattered.

At this time, this mountain ghost has a sharp bone blade, and it is like a rapidly tumbling knife ball, even if it is not killed, it will be cut to pieces!

Wukong jumped to the side of the main hall, picked up an abandoned log, and slammed it at the rushing mountain ghost!

The log turned into sawdust in an instant, and there was no way to stop the mountain ghost ball!

Wukong once again kicked the beam on the wall to dodge dangerously, shouting, "Master, I can't stand it!"

Chicken Legs: So you can talk!

Wukong: I'm just too lazy to speak~

The mountain ghost, who jumped high and crashed into the beams of the house, was violently knocked away by a Zen staff and slammed into the wall, almost knocking down the broken stone wall of the mountain temple.

"Amigo Buddha~"

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