When the beast roar sounded at the bottom of the lake, Wang Shen's expression moved inexplicably, and the hand holding the peach stick trembled violently unconsciously.

He looked at the inexplicable peach stick in his palm with some surprise, and hurriedly suppressed it, for fear of being discovered. At this moment, the huge waves were churning in his heart, although the little green snake on this peach stick would be excited every time he saw a powerful demon beast, but it was the first time he had seen such an uncontrollable excitement like tonight, and Wang Shen faintly felt that the little green snake hidden in this stick was more nervous than excited at this time.

Could it be that there is really something amazing hidden at the bottom of this lake? Looking at the strength of those golden-clothed wooden people, they can't take it at all, if there is anything in this world that needs to be suppressed by eight wooden people, I am afraid that only those most terrifying demon beasts they have ever seen have this possibility.

Thinking of this, Wang Shen took a deep breath, his eyes looking at the lake were full of jealousy, and at the same time, he also noticed that the white-eyed swordsman with the highest cultivation in the field also had a solemn expression.

On the contrary, Shi Shi's eyes lit up when he saw it, and he encouraged the white-eyed swordsman: "Old Baimei, hurry! Hurry up and rob the hall now!"

However, at this moment, Zhang Zhichu, who was entangled with Wu, finally couldn't support it, and the aura of the Huanghuang Town Spirit Rune in his hand was exhausted, and he flew back with a muffled snort after a palm with Wu Jiao.

Zhang Zhi was defeated and retreated, and Zhuang Lian's figure moved and blocked in front of Wu Jie.

"Master Wu, don't come unharmed. ”

Zhuang Chuan shook the feather fan in his hand and chuckled.

Wu Jie looked slightly gloomy, and after taking a few deep breaths, he didn't speak, but looked at Zhuang Jian and the fan in his hand with a little jealousy.

Above the river, the boiling Dongting Lake could no longer calm down, as if a monstrous beast was coming out of the lake, and although the four golden-clothed wooden men were attacking with all their might, they could no longer suppress the restless lake. The blind old man on the side recognized the danger at the bottom of the lake, and hurriedly took out a wooden box from his arms, and as soon as the wooden box was opened, dozens of red blood beads flew inside.

These blood beads were about the size of fists, and most of them flew out of the box under the control of the blind old man, and most of them shot towards the surface of the lake, while the remaining few actually shot directly at the shore of the lake.

"It's not good, it's a blood bead, Jin Ren Jin Yi, you take the soul lamp and retreat first!"

Seeing these red blood beads flying towards the shore with a thick bloody aura, the old Taoist priest Zhang Zhichu immediately decided to let Zhang Jinren and Zhang Jinyi retreat with thousands of soul lamps, while in his hands he shot out several Dao talismans and hung them in front of everyone. At the same time, the white-eyed swordsman seemed to know that this blood bead was powerful, and without saying a word, he stabbed out an arc-shaped sword light, like a pu fan, towards the oncoming blood bead.

On the other side, after throwing out all the blood beads in the wooden box, the blind old man flew towards the Disgusting Hall not far away, and shouted to the man in black from a distance: "This place is not suitable for a long time, retreat quickly!"

The man in black looked at the middle of the surging lake with some reluctance, as if there was something important left in the deepest part of the restless lake that he would never forget, but he also knew that it was impossible to take away the things left at the bottom of the lake in the current situation, so he gritted his teeth and pulled his big hand, ready to recall the four golden-clothed wooden men who were led by the ink thread.

"Huh, want to go?"

Seeing that the golden-clothed wooden people were about to be taken away, Shi hurriedly threw out the steel claws in his hand and grabbed one of the wooden figures, he personally consulted the wooden people of the Tired Victory Palace, and knew that once these wooden people were taken away by the people of the Blood Demon Palace, they would have endless troubles, and they didn't think much about it at the moment and tried to obstruct it.

The speed of the steel claw of the flying rope was extremely fast, and it grabbed one of the golden-clothed wooden men in mid-air, and the tough steel claws fell on the wooden man, which was already a little crippled, and the wooden man was shocked. Although these wooden figures seem to be powerful, they don't seem to be as capable of acting independently and flexibly as those wooden people encountered in the hall of disgust, and they are completely relying on the traction and command of the ink line in the hands of the black-clothed man in the hall.

Seeing this, the man in black showed murderous intent and said coldly: "Look for death!"

I saw that his wrist flicked, and the other three golden-clothed wooden people came directly to the stone, but at this moment, a violent yin wind blew from nowhere, blowing the black-clothed man standing on the hall of disgust to the point that he couldn't open his eyes.

Wang Shen saw Lao Hei sneaking up in mid-air to help, and hurriedly shouted to the stone: "Don't fight the wooden man head-on, use the flying rope to cut the ink line!"

Hearing this, the stone's eyes lit up, and when the man in black was entangled by the wind, the zipline in his hand shook, and the steel claw that grabbed the wooden man turned in a direction and grabbed the ink line behind him.

These people who are tired of the palace are hard to hurt for some reason, but the ink line in the hand of the man in black is obviously not up to this level, and the steel claws swung out by the stone are made of high-quality fine iron, which is not only sharp but also extremely dexterous, and the five steel claws cut off the ink line with a fierce bite on the ink line.

As soon as the ink line was broken, the golden-clothed wooden man lost control and hung in the air in a daze, and the black-clothed man noticed that an ink line in his hand was loose, so he shouted angrily, controlling the other three wooden men to fly back and want to take away the wooden man who had lost the control of the ink line.

At this time, Wang Shen had already seen the opportunity to rush out of the shore while reminding the stones, and with a sudden blow of the peach stick in his hand, he smashed the golden-clothed wooden man who had lost control and flew in the direction of Lao Hei in the distance, and then escaped early before the remaining three wooden figures could fly back, for fear of being caught up by him.

Lao Hei and Wang Shen in mid-air had a good heart, and when they saw the golden-clothed wooden man flying, the black wind followed Wang Shen's appearance and fled away with the golden-clothed wooden man.

The remaining three golden-clothed wooden men returned in vain, and the black-clothed man in the hall was so angry that his eyes were red, and when he was about to chase and kill desperately, the blind old man just returned, and he grabbed the black-clothed man's shoulder and said, "It's too late, go quickly!"

The man in black shook his arm suddenly, trying to break free from the palm of the blind old man, and shouted at him: "This wooden man must not be lost!"

But the blind old man's cultivation was far above him, and the palm of his shoulder did not move at all, only listening to him say coldly: "Stay in the green mountains and don't be afraid of no firewood, this thing will be taken in the future, don't lose it because of a small loss!"

The black-clothed man showed a look of pain and struggle on his face, but the movement of the lake behind him was getting bigger and bigger, he knew that this was powerful, so he could only nod and agree, and finally looked at the direction of Wang Shen and Lao Hei with a strong killing intent, took a deep breath, and entered the hall of disgust again.

After a while, I don't know what the man in black did, and when he came out of the hall of disgust again, the huge and magnificent wooden hall actually completely disintegrated in an instant and turned into a pile of wooden sticks of different lengths stacked together, and then under the control of the ink line in the hand of the man in black, these wooden sticks were really tied into a large wooden box more than one person high and carried behind him.

"Boom!"

Just as the black-clothed man and the blind old man turned around, those flying blood beads finally landed on the surface of the lake, and as soon as the blood beads touched the surface of the lake, they exploded and turned into a thick blood light, and dozens of blood beads exploded at the same time and condensed into a thick blood cloud of nearly a hundred zhang in size, which was pressed on Dongting Lake. At the same time, the remaining few blood beads that flew to the shore also exploded, and the white-eyed swordsman and Zhang Zhichu joined forces to completely block the bloody aura that exploded in this blood bead.