"You mortal are very knowledgeable," Mo Yan had already put away his deliberately amiable tone, and his tone was as cold as ice before. He waved his hands forward, and the dead bodies of the monks hidden in the room all rushed out, surrounding the two of them.

"There was an ambush," Huang Lang snorted and took out his long sword.

"Young master be careful," Huang San saw that these monks were all acting strangely and bloodless, so he said to Huang Lang: "These monks are not alive. ”

Huang Lang knew it. As soon as he saw the black-robed man, he noticed something was wrong, but this time he was asking for money, so he naturally didn't want to use the knife, so he didn't ask much. He never believed in the existence of demons, and when he saw these dead corpses at this time, he faintly thought of the rumored corpse expulsion technique in the rivers and lakes. He had long felt the chill on Mo Yan's body, but he also thought that it was just the result of people cultivating cold martial arts.

"When I press the sword against your neck, you will regret breaking your word. Huang Lang pointed straight at the sword, kicked away the monk who rushed forward, and stabbed at Mo Gong with his strength.

When the sword aura came, Mo Yan hurriedly dodged. He has good demonic power, but his shot is poisonous, and Huang Lang is useful to him, so he can't be poisoned at this time, so in the face of attacks, it's better to dodge.

Huang Lang missed a blow, and hurriedly changed his sword skills, stabbing three times in a row, but they were easily dodged by the other party. Huang Lang attacked again continuously, but no matter how many swords he stabbed, he only stabbed the air. Huang Lang knew that the opponent's martial arts were not under him, but why did he just dodge and not fight back.

On the other side, Huang San and the monk corpse were fighting together. After a few days, the corpses of these monks had already decomposed, so Huang San had only smelled the corpses before. And the Ink Demon Law can only be applied to intact corpses, and at this time, it only controls seventeen or eighteen monk corpses that have not yet decayed to besiege Huang San.

Huang San was not afraid of danger, clenched his sword, and attacked the head of the monk's corpse. At first, the corpses of the monks did not dodge, but whenever they were hit by the sword, they all fell to the ground. While manipulating the monk's corpse, Mo Lu had to dodge Huang Lang's sword blows, so he was unable to do it, but as the number decreased, Mo Li's control of the monk's corpse became easier. There are fewer and fewer monk corpses, and instead of picking up the cheap, Huang San feels more and more struggling. Previously, he could solve one with one sword, and then two or three swords could hit his opponent. His attacks began to decrease and his dodges became more frequent. When there were only six corpses left, Mo Li's manipulation began to take hold, and Huang San could no longer hit the corpse, but the wooden stick of the corpse suppressed him everywhere.

After several attacks, Huang Lang knew that the enemy would only dodge, and then his moves began to be swift. Since the opponent is just dodging, then Huang Lang doesn't have to defend. After understanding this, Huang Lang completely abandoned his defense and swung his sword with all his might. Every time he struck his sword, he was quicker than ever, leaving no stone unturned, but despite this, he still couldn't hit the enemy.

Huang San dodged the long stick of the monk's corpse, and pushed back, hiding in the corner. The six corpses of the monks immediately stepped forward to surround them, and waved their long sticks down together. Huang San rolled under the crotch of a large monk corpse and barely dodged it, and the monk corpse immediately turned around and waved the wooden stick down in unison. Huang San had no choice but to resist, but after that, he was not hurt much. The stick blow of the monk's corpse seemed to be sharp, but in fact, it was not very powerful. After Huang San resisted, he naturally found that these monk corpses had an abominable face, but their strength was very limited. Thinking of this, Huang San no longer dodged, and let his wooden stick attack, he followed the attack of the wooden stick and counterattacked, stabbing the sword into the throat of the monk's corpse.

The corpse of the monk has been dead for many days, and it has long lost its strength. Although the attack was swift under Mo Li's control, he lacked strength, and the sword in his hand was not sharp, so even if he hit Huang San, it didn't matter.

Huang San quickly disposed of the remaining monk corpses, ready to help the young master deal with the black-robed man, but when he turned around, he saw that the monk who had received the goods before was still standing motionless under the courtyard wall with a cloth bag, so he quickly stepped forward and cut off his head, the sword blade was still castrated, and a cut was made on the cloth bag.

Seeing the cloth bag rolling down, Mo Yan instantly flashed in front of Huang San. He seemed to be in a hurry, afraid that the white-veined tooth beast would be traumatized. The physique of the white-veined toothed beast is the same as that of the heavenly worm, and it is the best choice for the Zhuo Niu demon soul. The Celestial Insect is the son of the White Emperor, the god of Mangdang Mountain, and the white-veined toothed beast was also born to the White Emperor. If the tooth beast is injured to the vital point, when the demon soul is possessed, it is also seriously injured, and the Zhuo Niu demon power that has just come out of the seal has little left, so it will naturally not be able to recover from the serious injury quickly, and it will soon die again.

Huang San immediately aimed his sword at the cloth bag and shouted at Mo Gong, "Stand out, or I will stab this dead pig into a hole." ”

"Don't hurt the Tooth Beast," Ink Beast took a few steps back. He has been a demon for hundreds of years, and today he is threatened by a mortal.

Huang Lang quickly came to Huang San's side, also aimed his sword at the tooth beast, and issued a commanding tone towards Mo Gong, "Take off the hat and see me with your true face." ”

Mo Yan was helpless, so he gritted his teeth with hatred, and slowly took off the hat to reveal his true face. It was a jet-black face, hairless, with black lines on its forehead, its eyes tilted, and its pupils with only a thin slit, which was the eye of a snake.

Seeing this, Huang Lang was shocked. He didn't believe that there were demons in the world, but at this moment, the demon was in front of him, so he had to believe it. He stabilized his mind and said slowly, "If there is really a demon!" and asked, "You monster, do you have a name?"

"My name is Mo Li, and I am transformed by the Black Serpent. His eyes emitted a fierce light, aiming at the two people in front of him, "The demon also has a way, I didn't want to kill the two of you, but you dare to threaten me!"

Hiss......

The snake's hiss suddenly came, and the ink turned into black smoke and disappeared in an instant. Huang Lang and the others didn't know why, so they were surrounded by black smoke, and then they were dizzy and fell to the ground with poisoning.

The south is humid and the north is dry. The Hidden Fog Mountain is covered in fog all year round, but the rainfall is very scarce, and it only rains in the summer during the year. At this time, in the middle of summer, the Hidden Fog Mountain ushered in a rare rainy season. The sound of rain was pouring down, and for three days in a row, the rain and white fog were mixed, and the situation in the mountains was even more blurred.

The white tiger lives in the south of the mountain, and the clouded leopard is in the north. One mountain does not tolerate two masters, and food is scarce in Yinwu Mountain, so the two beasts in the south and north of the mountain often plunder each other. There are more mountain spirits hidden on the top of the mountain, and this treasure is coveted by monsters, so the white tiger clouded leopard is even more incompatible.

Every time the summer rain falls, the valley at the junction of the north and south of the mountain is the place where the rain collects, and at this time the river has grown in the valley, and the river surface is rolling, and the two banks are dozens of zhang apart. In the rainy season of mid-summer, wild beasts travel. Whenever the valley accumulates into a river, it is the time when the two demons fight.

The white tiger came slowly, sat on the south bank, looked north and roared. After a while, the clouded leopard leaped out of the forest, took up its position on the north shore, and roared. All of a sudden, the tiger roared and the leopard roared, and the majestic sound echoed in the river valley.

"Leopard," roared the white tiger, his voice drowning out the sound of the river and reaching far away.

"Huzi," the clouded leopard was not to be outdone, and danced his teeth and claws on the north shore.

The white tiger jumped next to a row of boulders, unleashed great force, and pushed the boulders into the river one after another with the soles of his feet. Dozens of boulders slowly enter the water and line up in the water. And the clouded leopard also waved its claws under a large tree and cut down the big tree. On one side of the rolling stone paving road, on the other side of the bridge built by giant trees, in a short time, the water can be passed. The white tiger jumped onto the boulder and headed for the opposite bank, while the clouded leopard also walked up the giant tree and came this way.

The two demons start a war at the junction of stone and wood. The white tiger was ferocious, leaping up and pounced on it, while the clouded leopard was swift, hanging upside down on the giant tree, dodging the attack, and then instantly rolled over and landed on the boulder. The white tiger attacked again, directly stepped forward to bite, and the clouded leopard dodged back and forth, jumping back and forth between the boulder and the giant tree, and stretched out the leopard's claws to sneak attack at every opportunity.

These two demons fight here all year round. The white tiger is larger than the clouded leopard, and its strength is better than that of the clouded leopard. Clouded leopards are small in size, but they are exceptionally agile. The two demons have been fighting for several years, and almost all of them end in defeat.

"Leopard, dare to wrestle with me?"