The demon qi protects the body, the dragon and tiger qi excretes the turbid qi, and in just a few minutes, Qianhu felt that the power in his body had been reduced by at least one-tenth. He looked at the resentment of the mountain gods that diffused around him, the fire that began to spread, and the indescribable aura that was everywhere, and his eyes were full of worry.

Zhou Li, you can't die!

Casually splitting the roof of the wooden house that fell towards him, Qianhu, who was holding his breath and concentrating, moved his ears, as if he heard something, he kicked on the stones on the side, and quickly rushed to the village chief's house not far away.

After two or three minutes, Qianhu passed through the wall of fire, slashed through the turbidity and resentment around him, and then came to the nearest intersection from the village chief's house. At this moment, he suddenly saw a huge and stout pillar standing in the village chief's house.

No, not a pillar!

Suddenly, Qianhu's pupils constricted, and a phantom of a demon-tailed giant thorn appeared behind him. He leaned over with his knife in hand, staring at the stout pillar in front of him, and then raised his head.

Chisel the mountain for God!

Looking at the stone statue of the giant detached from the high mountain in front of him, Chiho felt a chill in his heart. He understood that this majestic stone statue of the mountain was a masterpiece of the mountain god's resentment and the integration of this high mountain, which had been worshipped for decades. Looking at this scale, the resentment of this mountain god is probably beyond his cultivation in this life.

Thinking about how the mountain god was killed, Chiho suddenly felt that everything made sense again. Now it seems that it is not the amount of resentment that limits the size of the giant statue, but that the mountain is too small to withstand the resentment of the death of the mountain god.

At this time, the body of the giant stone statue had begun to be infected by a strange red halo, the pair of closed stone pupils suddenly opened, anger and resentment condensed, accompanied by a roar that resounded through the heavens and the earth, the giant stone statue suddenly turned around and stared at the mountain temple not far away.

Qianhu subconsciously looked over, only to find that Zhou Li, who was naked and squatting on the ground, seemed to be looking for something. And the stone giant that had covered the sky also raised his fists and slammed into the mountain temple.

Demon body, condensation!

Without any hesitation, the brocade-clothed Wei Qianhu, who was originally dressed in a red robe, was instantly shrouded in a layer of gray mist, and in the mountain village of fire and resentment, a giant scorpion with a pitch-black body, like a chariot, and sharp claws appeared on the side of the giant stone statue.

In the demon clan, the demon body of Qianhu is the most powerful type, and the demon energy is full and can even reach six meters high and twelve meters long, which can be called a giant beast-like existence. Even if he had consumed a lot of demon qi in the battle, the current Thousand Demon Body was three meters tall and six meters long.

But in front of the mountain-like terrifying giant stone statue, Qianhu was even only the size of the other party's feet. Raising his head, the eyes of the giant scorpion reflected the hideous face of the giant stone statue, and the strange facial features of the other party were slightly wrinkled, as if mocking Qianhu's inadequacy.

Qianhu lowered his head, did not speak, did not flinch, in the face of the slowly falling but landslide-like heavy punch, he did not hesitate, nor did he retreat. In an instant, Qianhu rushed to the crumbling mountain temple, the scale armor was opened, and the double pincers were straightened, directly protecting Zhou Li under him.

Rumble!!!!!

With a deafening crash, the Mountain Temple King shattered and collapsed like a broken domino, and the giant fist of the two mountain stones was wrapped in the terracotta fragments and smashed heavily on the giant scorpion with full scales. Suddenly, the cries of pain from Qianhu resounded throughout the entire Mountain God Village, but what followed was the roar after the silence.

"My lord, my mission is complete!!"

Lowering his head, his wheel-sized eyes were full of pain and expectation, and the giant scorpion yelled at Zhou Li in a hoarse voice: "Run, don't look back, you can't leave here with resentment, run!" ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the heavy punch that fell on him suddenly exploded, and the sharp stone thorns were directly embedded in the giant scorpion's body. Suddenly, Qianhu's eyes went black, the demon body dissipated instantly, a red robe was in tatters, and the eight-foot man fell straight in front of Zhou Li.

At the last moment, Qianhu seemed to see Zhou Li sighing, and then, it was Zhou Li's figure standing up, as well as the figure beside him, and before he could see the other party's face clearly, Qianhu slowly closed his eyes.

"Lord... Brother, what is this? ”

The crimson garment embroidered with the goldfinch wrapped the girl's delicate body full of strength, and the brocade belt was embroidered with the green lines of the forest and leaves. In the slightly bare snow white at the placket of the clothes, a small fiery red gourd pendant was quietly placed. The girl's index finger was lightly pressed between her lips, her eyebrows lowered, and she looked at the unconscious Qianhu beside the snow-white jade feet, and hesitated:

"Your youkai subordinates?"

"This..."

Zhou Li didn't know what to say for a while, he snorted, rubbing his chin with his right hand, and the bracelet connecting the seven jade gourds exuded a faint flush, "It's not counted, but his ultimate goal should be to kill me." ”

"But, this..."

There was a blank look in the girl's glass-clear eyes, and the heroic and righteous appearance of Qianhu was just said that Zhou Li was Qianhu's long-lost father, and she would believe it. At this moment, as if annoyed by Zhou Li and the girl's disregard for him, the giant statue raised its right arm in anger and smashed it down.

Boom.

A house-sized boulder hovers above Zhou Li's head, and shadows envelop the entire mountain temple. At this moment, as if time had stood still, the boulder was frozen in the mountain temple, less than a meter away from Zhouli. But this distance of less than one meter has become a ravine.

The giant stone statue looked blankly at its fist of the mountain stone, which weighed ten thousand pounds, and the rough surface was full of sharp edge marks, and the unique cyan color of the mountain stone also proved the hardness of the boulder. However, under such a giant fist that can even break through the city gate, it is a small fist that is pink and white.

In the shadow of the giant fist, the girl tilted her head lazily, and a look of disapproval appeared in her clear eyes. On the pheasant's delicate face, the ruddy red lips opened slightly, and the sound of spring rain and grass resounded in the village.

"That's it?"

The giant who turned into a mountain god's resentment suddenly lost his mind as if he heard the girl's provocative language. He didn't think about why his full force blow was easily defused by the girl, and he didn't think about how powerful the other party was. Under the interweaving of new hatred and old hatred, the mountain god raised his fists and smashed down again.

Click.

Countless cracks suddenly appeared on the surface of the frozen fists, and the girl's hands were wrapped with vine-like gold threads, exuding a warm red halo. Looking at the stone statue of the giant that gradually cracked and let out a miserable roar, the girl blew down her snow-white fist, waved her hand disappreciatively, and then turned around and smiled brightly at Zhou Li:

"Am I good?"

"Elder brother!"