Clang!

The sound of golden chimes resounded through the clouds.

The bearded Yan Chixia couldn't restrain himself after all, no longer watched from the wall, and directly fought with the two flag-carrying corpse demons, the monster more than three meters tall was holding a long-handled axe with a dark weapon, and it was blessed by the water of the Lechuan River, all of them were unstoppable.

Thanks to Meng Fan who taught him three methods, otherwise he would have to hang the lottery.

Dao or Demon, which power is stronger?

It depends on who uses it.

Yan Chixia hit out with a divine thunderbolt, and it would not be weakened too much, and when the thunder and fire flashed, a burly corpse demon immediately fell, and the underworld armor on his chest broke in response.

"Receive."

Right now, the old demon of Montenegro has lost most of his soldiers and horses, and Meng Fan decisively put away the dragon flag, even if these private soldiers are now similar to the god list in the script, almost immortal.

However, if it is lost here, the next recovery will not only take a lot of time, but also greatly reduce the strength that has been cultivated with great difficulty.

Therefore, he is reluctant to use short shots to long.

"Take this talisman."

"Xuanmao, take care of her."

After explaining, Nie Xiaoqian had an extra canopy ruler in her hand, even if the gods in this realm were no longer there, the sun, moon and stars depicted on it could also continue to attract the power of celestial bodies.

For self-defense, enough!

In addition, because it was wrapped in Meng Fan's Dao power, she could use this thing freely without being attacked with the cooperation of the Xuan Cat.

"Meow."

After doing everything, under the gaze of the two eyes, Meng Fan rushed into the battle group with the Qinglong Glaive Knife in his hand, aiming directly to take the Black Mountain Soul in the Dragon Rim.

It is undeniable that the soldiers and horses of the two Thunder Fire Divisions under his command were restrained by Lechuan Shui, but it was not him who was restrained, and before the fishy yellow sewage approached, he was directly shattered by the dragon soul entrenched in the sword.

At the same time, purple thunder and golden divine fire continued to flicker on it, they had already broken away from the ordinary stream, and wherever they passed, the ghostly energy dispersed like a tide.

Along the way, there are ghosts who rush over without knowing whether they are alive or dead, but in front of the Qinglong Yanyue Knife, the dark armor that seems to be thick and can resist countless attacks is actually no different from paper, it will break when it touches it, and it will break when it is rubbed.

What does it mean to sweep a thousand armies?

What does it mean to take the head of a general in the army of armies?

Looking at the Yin soldiers and ghost generals who blocked him along the way, falling down like straw in pieces, Meng Fan felt as if he was possessed by an emperor.

"Good means!" The old demon of Montenegro snorted coldly.

A cold glow burst out from within.

Clang!

The sound of gold swayed.

The two incompatible manas collided, and countless cracks were directly shaken out of the ground, and the steps of the carved dark dragon were even more torn apart in an instant.

Not only that, but the ghost generals who were close to the surroundings also flew out upside down, unable to participate in the battle.

I saw a giant about three feet tall and nearly ten meters tall appear in front of him, wearing a purple and gold crown, dressed in a gold-inlaid ghost robe, with a dark green flame beating in the hollow skeleton eye sockets, and holding a Fang Tian painting halberd with a strong dark aura.

Second Master Battle Lu Bu?

Looking at the two divine soldiers that were colliding, Meng Fan suddenly had an association, and then immediately came back to his senses.

At this moment, he felt that the blood qi in his body was rushing at an extremely fast speed, and he hadn't gone all out like this for a long time.

To be honest, the feeling of looking up at the old demon is really unpleasant, if it is possible, Meng Fan will find a great supernatural power to learn a law on the spot.

And Montenegro felt a big loss of face, after all, he was forced to such a point in the world, or surrounded by many generals under his command, if it reached the ears of the demon king who occupied the rest of the Yama Palace, he would inevitably be laughed at.

"You ignorant scholar, if the old man really comes here, he can easily be flayed alive......"

Before the old demon finished his cruel words, Meng Fan, who was wrestling with it, had already made another move, and thirty-six dark purple thunderbolts fell in unison, shattering its robes and clothes, revealing the head of a dead man who was constantly wailing in his body.

The effect is definitely not as powerful as the Diamond Sutra in the original play, after all, it hasn't reached that point yet.

Previously, Yan Chixia had shown this thing to Meng Fan, and it was suspected that it was written by a monk who had attained the status of an arhat and personally wrote it with blood.

If this is the old demon of the lake, can he not give it a face, even if his real body comes, he will not stop wailing.

"Dead Daoist!"

In the roar, the heads of the dead flew in, their expressions were all grim, obviously trying to devour his flesh and blood, but before they could get close, they were all rolled up by an innate gossip diagram.

In the process of wrestling, Meng Fan stood still, and still took advantage of it twice in a row, and he had a rough idea of the strength of the old demon's doppelganger.

The other side.

The fishy yellow water of Lethe River keeps falling, the plants and trees all wither, and the rocks also take on a sickly gray-white color, and wherever they have been watered, all the vitality is lost.

Only those ghost pawns benefited a lot, and the ghost fire in their eyes was scorching, whether it was speed, strength, or vitality, they were not the same.

"Exorcism and Demon Suppression!"

Yan Chixia saw that Meng Fan was entangled with the old demon, and was anxious to go over to help break this deadlock, so she simply stopped hiding her clumsiness.

Xuanyuan Excalibur is out of the body.

The divine sword that has been cultivated by the sword immortal's cultivation technique has now become more and more brilliant, turning into two, two into four, four into eight in mid-air, until it reaches hundreds and thousands, and there is an infinite potential to condense.

Almost at the same time, countless divine swords flickered with cold light.

Zheng! Zheng! Zheng! Zheng!

The magic weapon in the sky was like a torrent, shooting out in all directions, although it was not as good as the Xuanyuan Sword itself, but it was also contaminated with a trace of supernatural wonder.

All the yin things along the way were pierced through the chest and completely fell to the ground, and even the Lechuan water could no longer forcibly continue his life.

At the same time, a feather arrow written in Sanskrit was pulled out, and Yan Chixia said in a loud voice:

"Prajnaparamita!"

Flashes of light and flame.

The bowstring vibrate, and a long arrow shot straight towards the eyebrows of the old demon of Black Mountain.

Although it was annihilated by the thick black mist before it could get closer, it was very insulting.

Not long ago, he was shaking his majesty, but now he has directly become the commander of the light pole, and he is entangled by the Taoist priest in the world, and his body can't move at all!

What exactly do you eat to forge your body?

Condescendingly, looking at Meng Fan, who had not yet shown the appearance of exhaustion, the face of the Black Mountain clone with a skull appearance was distorted.

Then, his arms were still holding Fang Tian's painting halberd, fighting with the Qinglong Yanyue Knife, but his head was directly separated from his neck, just like the heads of those dead people before, and he bit straight towards Meng Fan.

The mouth was wide open, and there were not only black maggots full of strange patterns wriggling inside, but also a large amount of evil qi, which could not be wiped out even by Shenxiao Thunder for a while.

Because of this, it was difficult for the Innate Bagua Dao Diagram to block it, and just as Meng Fan was about to expose a hole card, the Xuanyuan Divine Sword carried by Yan Chixia was unsheathed again in time.

Clang!

Under the impact, the old demon's head shifted, and his body shook for a while, Meng Fan immediately made a decision, and in the explosion of blood and qi, he flew the Fang Tian painting halberd full of netherworld filth on the spot, and at the same time threw it out to be emptied.

A hideous green dragon probed its claws and swooped down on the head that had been knocked open by the Excalibur.

"Master, I will never let you go, you will be bruised and scattered, you will suffer in pain day and night in the city of vain death, and you will never be able to live forever!"

Between the collision of black teeth.

The skull is crumbled by the dragon's claws, everything is calm, and the threatening rhetoric disappears.