"Do you have to sit and wait for the old demon of Montenegro to come to the door?"

"It's better to have more than one thing, it's better for us to find a place to avoid it, I heard that the old demon of Montenegro usually can't leave the underworld, as long as he escapes today, he won't be entangled!"

Looking at the scene below, Nie Xiaoqian couldn't help but be afraid.

There are so many evil ghosts and lonely spirits, and when she sees it, she can't help but panic and wants to solve the problem by escaping.

"It's useless, it knows your birth date, and no matter where you hide, you can find it out. Moreover, on the day of the Midyear Festival, the ghost gate can appear anywhere in the world, and no matter how far away you hide, it is only a matter of moments. ”

It's just a matter of dealing with an old demon clone, no matter how cautious Meng Fan is, he won't be cowardly before he fights.

Besides, the bearded Yan Chixia, who is sophisticated, will also help, so there is no need to mess with herself.

Seeing that he was so confident, combined with the glorious record of killing the tree demon grandma before, Xiao Qian's heart was a little calm, and she didn't think about him, after all, no matter how soft a person is, there will be a trace of decisiveness in his temperament.

In his opinion, since he chose to resist, no matter what the final outcome is, he will not regret it!

In fact, Meng Fan still didn't say a sentence in his heart:

Even if he could, he wouldn't dodge.

Holding the treasure book of life and death in the underworld and the judge's pen, he will eventually have to fight against this group of demons, and now he is just taking advantage of the situation.

To put it bluntly, call it thirty-seven twenty-one, first cut a clone of the Black Mountain, and then try the water.

"Relax, your urn has been put into the Hutian space, unless I die, it is impossible for the old demon to take the initiative."

Although it was well hidden, as time went by, Meng Fan still saw the uneasiness in Nie Xiaoqian's heart behind him, and said with relief: "Since ancient times, evil has not prevailed over good, since I can kill the locust tree spirit that has been entrenched here for thousands of years, this old demon of Montenegro will also be able to kill it!" ”

"Yes, evil prevails."

Yan Chixia made a loud noise.

At this moment, a burst of gongs and drums suddenly sounded, and the suona shook the sky, playing a seemingly festive, but actually weird music, as if to welcome a wedding.

Who gets married on the midyear festival?

Soon, the ghost of Sen Sen gradually appeared in the thick fog, and a group of musicians covered in blush hit their heads, all wearing white mourning clothes, holding white paper folded suona in their hands, shaking their heads and shaking their heads, blowing loudly.

Subsequently, a group of female ghosts tightly embellished, holding up the silver basin used in worship, and constantly grabbing the money from it, like a goddess scattering flowers, throwing them into the air at will, and paving the way with paper money.

Further back, there is a neat line of ghosts, skeletons, and huge corpses, all of whom are dressed in hideous armor, armed with knives, guns, axes, and axes, with hideous faces, surrounded by a withered dragon chariot.

Among them, the most conspicuous generals are none other than two tall and burly evil ghosts, each holding a banner with large gilded characters written on it:

Montenegro.

Dead city.

It's just that Meng Fan and Yan Chixia's magic eyes locked on the treasure of the carved dark dragon at the first time, and a layer of black gauze drapery was shrouded in it.

It is true that it is impossible to see the appearance of the person sitting upright, but it can be determined that there is a silhouette of a figure inside, and just sitting there, it is nearly ten meters tall.

"Evil prevails over good? Joke. ”

"Who is making a big fuss, daring to call my name!"

The voice was low and gloomy, coming from the dragon chariot, and the tone was particularly weird, and the listeners all felt chills.

"Black Mountain Old Demon." Nie Xiaoqian was next to Meng Fan, she really didn't want to marry this old demon.

No matter how ignorant you are, you can understand that the other party must be plotting something, otherwise why bother to make such a situation for a female ghost who can only be praised by her appearance.

Woe to you!

Yan Chixia set her eyes on Meng Fan, as if she was waiting for him to give an order, and then she would kill the enemy with her sword.

"Montenegro, you old turtle is cautious, but you are just a doppelganger, and you have to bring so many subordinates here to strengthen your courage."

After replying, Meng Fan, who had no intention of fighting the cannon, stood up directly, and his blood qi was far superior to that of Jiaolong.

However, the old demon of Montenegro was keen on this, and said contemptuously: "Now that the immortal Buddha has passed away, you are a monk who has not achieved the immortal path, and you dare to be arrogant in front of the master, and you just killed a locust tree spirit left and right." ”

"I really don't know how thick the sky is, that dryad is just a watchdog that we keep in the mortal world."

The Immortal Buddha is gone?

Montenegro clearly knows the inside story.

Other than that...... We ......

When Meng Fan heard this, his eyes couldn't help but stare at him, and he said in his heart:

The form of the underworld must be more complicated, there is definitely more than one big demon like Black Mountain, is it the evil demon that occupies the other Yama Temples?

However, the old demon of Montenegro didn't give much time to think, and immediately shouted:

"Kill!"

Orders are forbidden.

A team of yin soldiers and ghosts are killing head-on, the evil ghosts are in the sky, the corpses and demons are on the ground, rolling up the yin wind, the scene is particularly terrifying, far better than the ordinary fight.

Without waiting for Yan Chixia to make a move, Meng Fan threw out a dragon flag and said with a smile: "Who has more soldiers than anyone?" The poor road will not be left behind. ”

Call!

The flag was planted on the ground, and the divine light flashed.

I saw a battalion of stubborn divine soldiers appearing, all dressed in red flames, like a fire phoenix.

There are 1,000 people in a battalion, and there are 20,000 soldiers and horses under Meng Fan's command, which are divided into seven armies and twenty battalions.

If you don't have any real skills, how dare you move the mind of rectifying the underworld?

The flames were monstrous, and wherever they passed, the mountains and rocks shattered, and the red flames hit the ghosts, and even if they touched a little, they would burn violently, and they would not stop until they turned into ashes.

Although the killing speed was fast, Meng Fan was still not satisfied, and another banner appeared out of thin air, and then a group of soldiers with thunder and lightning were killed.

All things in heaven and earth are mutually reinforcing.

Thunder and fire are restraining ghosts and ghosts, and the effect is particularly remarkable, and Yan Chixia is dumbfounded.

As Montenegro said, the Immortal Buddha fled early, where did he bring such a large number of majestic soldiers and horses, and looking at the posture, it seems that only the tip of the iceberg is revealed.

"Where the hell are you from?"

Seeing that the elite Yin soldiers and ghosts under his command would be crushed, and after a few rounds of killing, they would suffer heavy casualties, and the old demon of Montenegro couldn't hold his face, snorted angrily, and scolded:

"It's all useless!"

The words fell, and the curtain was lifted by a gust of wind.

I saw that the tall figure sitting in it shook its sleeve robe, and hundreds of black skulls flew out of the chariot, and the whole body flashed with ominous black light, and flew into the air.

Peng! Peng! Peng!

A continuous explosion sounded, turning into a black cloud that enveloped the battlefield, and then, the fishy yellow rain dripped like a curtain of broken beads, stretching endlessly.

"Lethe water?" Meng Fan couldn't help frowning.

This is the river that divides the boundary between the Yellow Spring and the underworld, to the filth to the yin, and the endless years are all entrenched by the evil ghosts who cannot be reincarnated, and the resentment is extremely heavy, and it is a magic weapon for polluting people.

And the thunder fire is just to the yang, but the soldiers have just been incorporated and nurtured by Meng Fan, and now in front of Lechuan Shui, it is obviously not enough to see-

Where the rain fell, the soldiers and horses of the two battalions instantly languished, but those remnants of the ghost pawns seemed to have been beaten with chicken blood, and the injuries suddenly began to heal, and the rich ghost aura was even better than before.