Blackwater.

Wu Chong, who had completed the task of suppressing bandits, returned to the city with a group of brothers, and as soon as he entered the city, he saw a white fox skin hanging at the gate of the city, and a bald monk reciting scriptures there.

"It's the mage of Guangyuan Temple, except for a monster that has blended into our human society."

Seeing Wu Chong looking over, the brother beside him opened his mouth to explain.

They are all brothers who come and go together in the sword, and the love between each other has long been incomparable to ordinary people.

"Sure enough, human society can't be too profligate."

Looking at the white fox spirit skin hanging there, Wu Chong said silently in his heart.

The demonic power emanating from this white fox fur has been around for a hundred years, although it may not be able to beat him, but the means of hiding it are definitely not bad, and it was caught in this way, 'subduing demons and eliminating demons', which shows the degree of danger in the core area of human beings. In the final analysis, the mainstream of this world is still controlled by humans, and it is still humans who occupy the central area.

"Let's go, drink, what's so nice to get rid of demons."

Wu Chong led a group of brothers to the tavern where they drank on weekdays. This kind of human monk who likes to subdue demons and eliminate demons should stay away from him, and wait until he can restrain his demonic energy in the future and come over to make waves.

Over there, the young monk who was chanting the scriptures looked up and glanced at the backs of Wu Chong and the others suspiciously.

"Demonic spirit?"

He wanted to go over and test it, but after seeing the military uniforms on Wu Chong's group, he gave up this idea.

"Forget it, the court is collapsing, the demons are in turmoil, it is not my own power to recover, what I can do is what I can see......" Thinking of this, the monk continued to close his eyes and read the scriptures.

The demon extermination festival has been going on for half a month.

Half a month later, the monk left with the fox skin, and the expected scene of luring the demon out of the hole did not appear.

After the monk left, Wu Chong and his brothers began an ordinary and boring life again.

In addition to suppressing bandits every day, it is to eat and drink, but I don't know what's going on in this world, and the more bandits are suppressed, the more they are suppressed. The bandit general who promoted him also died in a large-scale bandit suppression campaign in Shuizhai, and his brothers, who belonged to the same squad, also continued to lose troops in battles again and again. In the end, he was the only one left.

Three years have passed, Wu Chong's demonic power has been much more refined, his demonic power has increased to thirty years, and with the help of active cultivation and occasional additions, his strength has steadily improved, and there is no so-called bottleneck.

The new general didn't remember him for a long time, and slowly disappeared into the ranks and became a veteran.

In the old era, especially in the era of war, the personnel turnover was more frequent than imagined.

The new recruits would also gather around him and ask him questions.

Wu Chong would also answer with a smile, and then take them out for a drink.

He has become an old senior, and he has become a team leader.

After completing the task of suppressing bandits that day, Wu Chong and his brothers had a meal of wine, and after bidding farewell to everyone, he staggered back to his residence alone, and as soon as he pushed the door open, the drunkenness on his face disappeared instantly.

"Got guests?"

Wu Chong squinted at the stranger sitting in the courtyard, although the other party did not speak, Wu Chong could clearly see the demonic aura surrounding him.

This is a youkai who, like himself, uses Transfiguration to infiltrate human society.

"I've watched you for three whole years, and in three years you haven't executed the contract you signed with the mountain demon once."

The person sitting in the courtyard raised his head and looked at Wu Chong, his face showed a hint of hideousness, and under his face, the phantom of the pangolin flashed and disappeared.

'Pangolins? There is a high probability that it was sent by the mountain demon to keep an eye on it. ’

Wu Chong closed the door and walked into the courtyard.

Everyone is a monster, and some things will definitely be more convenient behind closed doors.

"People like you, why did the mountain demon choose you!"

"Coming to me just to say this?"

Wu Chong promised the mountain demon to help him find someone, but that was by the way. He is not the other party's dog, it is impossible to do things for the other party wholeheartedly, and it is in line with his values to help him while doing his own thing.

"It's not convenient here, come out of the city with me."

The pangolin stood up and expertly wrapped its black robe.

Wu Chong didn't say anything, and followed closely.

Both of them are monsters, and their speed is naturally not slow, and the guard at the door is useless to them.

After a while, the two left Blackwater.

Between the mountains and forests, the insects that originally chirped were all quiet because of the arrival of the two monsters, and the snakes, insects, rats and ants that were secretly preying also all crawled, which came from the coercion of the monsters, so that the entire mountain and forest were quiet.

"I've served the mountain demon for many years, and I thought he would choose my ......"

The pangolin landed on top of a large rock, exuding a dark purple demonic aura. The sky-high aura bent the surrounding grass and trees! This is a monster that has been cultivated for 400 years, and it is still a hundred years away from taking the initiative to transform into a big monster with a name and surname.

"But in the end he told me that you were better suited than I was."

As he spoke, the human skin on the pangolin's face was like a paper lake, shattered little by little, revealing the hideous monster face below.

"I want to know what this so-called suitability means."

"Nonsense, don't you just want to fight?"

Wu Chong waved his hand, and a huge pumpkin hammer appeared in his hand. Now that he has thirty years of demonic power, he can make the pumpkin hammer smaller and hang it around his waist.

Swish!

The figures of the two disappeared at the same time, and the thick demonic energy on the pangolin's body was directly wrapped around the claws, crackling a claw. Not only that, but the phantom behind him also made exactly the same movements, attacking twice with one claw, and the wind and sonic boom could be heard once in the front, but the phantom behind him was completely silent, as if it didn't exist.

The movements of the pangolin are very strange, and the demonic power is also very powerful.

Wu Chong expected that the four-hundred-year-old monster would have some means, but he didn't expect it to be this kind of power. If the strength of the strong enemy he has encountered since he came to this world is a small monster, then this pangolin is a second monster!

The pumpkin hammer that Wu Chong attacked was reinforced, and the hammer surface smashed into the air and there was a sonic boom.

The other hand is to constantly raise another pumpkin hammer and rung claw.

Peng!

The confrontation between the two was retreating at the first touch.

Wu Chong's pumpkin hammer swept into the pangolin's right arm, bending his arm bone. During the process, the pangolin also showed an expression of disbelief, as if he was questioning this power beyond normal logic.

The other hand's claw attack was also successfully blocked by the pumpkin hammer.

The actual attack was blocked, but the phantom shadow penetrated the past, slashing like a spring breeze, and did not touch Wu Chong.

But the scales on his chest suddenly burst out with four sparks that were hit by sharp claws, and the brutal demonic power actually penetrated the scales, leaving four shallow wounds on his chest.

"What kind of attack is this?"

Wu Chong's heart was awe-inspiring, the first time they met, neither of them took advantage.

The pangolin knew that his strength was strong, and he also knew that the pangolin's attack was weird.

Touching the wound, Wu Chong's face showed a strange look.

He found a problem.

This pangolin seems to have a high agility point, and its attack is a little lacking. Such a good opportunity to hit the attack head-on, but it only scratched a layer of his skin.