The Treasure Saint Monk Da Sumeru Buddha's hand was concocted in the same way, and several black tentacles were torn off one after another, but as he said, it was to no avail at all, and a few tentacles appeared again from the abyss.

Ming Wang knew that if he continued like this, he would not be able to kill this demon, and at most he would hurt his vitality, looking at the rolling demonic qi in the abyss, he knew that the demonic qi in the abyss was strong, and the demon's vitality was insufficient, so he sucked the demonic qi and could not hurt it at all.

Only as the Treasure Sage monk said, go deep into the abyss and kill its body, in order to prevent future troubles.

"Master, according to what you said, I will stop these tentacles for the master, and this demon will be handed over to the master. The red flame flying sword in Ming Wang's hand rose again, turning into a rolling flame, Ming Wang shook the flying sword, and the flames instantly turned into more than ten paths, and each red flame went around the tentacles.

"I'm just a small success in "Taiyin Swordsmanship" now, and when I become a big success, I will understand the sword intent in it, and it will be a different scenery. ”

At this time, the Baosheng monk, the whole body of the Buddha light soared, like a Buddha, full of supreme Buddha will, the Great Sumeru Buddha light blocked the demonic energy from the body, and fell directly into the abyss.

It was the tentacles that touched the light of the Great Sumeru Buddha, and they all withered in an instant, as if they had been sucked dry of essence and blood.

Ming Wang used all his strength to use the Chiyan Flying Sword, and the power of the Chiyan Flying Sword instantly cut off more than ten tentacles of this demon, and the Treasure Saint Monk took advantage of this gap to fall directly into the abyss.

At this time, the holy monk, the Buddha's light is shining, like the supreme Buddha, going to the endless hell, bound to transform the thousands of demons in this hell.

In the abyss, there is a demonic aura, and on the cliffs on both sides of the canyon, there are countless tiny tentacles, slowly climbing outward, and there are countless bones of creatures in the canyon.

The Baosheng monk fell for nearly a hundred feet before he saw the body of this demon, like a huge octopus, from under its body out of countless large and small tentacles, stretching out in all directions.

The demon seemed to sense that the Treasure Saint Monk was falling into the abyss, and two huge tentacles were wringing towards the Treasure Saint Monk.

Monk Baosheng was instantly hit into the mountain wall by this huge tentacle, and Monk Baosheng clearly felt that this tentacle was different, there was a trace of blood light on it, so he was not afraid of his own Great Sumeru Buddha light, and it was as hard as iron.

Before the Treasure Saint Monk had time to think about it, a huge vertical eye opened on the demon beast's body, the eyeballs rolled up and down, and a bloody light instantly flew out of the vertical eye and shot towards the Treasure Saint.

The Treasure Saint Monk flew to the side, leaving a blood-colored black hole in his place.

At this time, the tentacles that were cut off by Ming Wang made a comeback again, as if the Treasure Saint Monk had fallen into the abyss, invisibly violating the dignity of this demon and making this demon even more crazy.

Countless tentacles fangs and claws frantically attacked Ming Wang, Ming Wang faced this endless attack, even the Red Flame Flying Sword was also overwhelmed, cutting off one, and soon another one appeared, as if endless.

Ming Wang didn't know how the Treasure Saint Monk was in the abyss, and he didn't exactly count on the Treasure Saint Monk.

Mingwang slapped the storage bag, and a black light flew out instantly, and as soon as the black light turned in the air, it cut off a tentacle at the waist, and the black light was Mingwang's other flying sword night shadow.

Ming Wang had three good flying swords at this time, and the Qing Ying Sword was like a chicken rib to Ming Wang, so he no longer used it.

Ming Wang had two flying swords in his hand, and his power rose sharply in an instant, and most of the tentacles of this demon were cut off by Ming Wang in an instant, and because of the involvement of the treasure saint monk in the abyss, the speed of the tentacles regrowing slowed down.

Ming Wang took this opportunity to collect the night shadow, held the red flame in his hand, and turned into a raging flame and fell directly towards the abyss.

In the abyss of this canyon, the damp air is very heavy, and there is also a corrupt air turned by dead branches and leaves, and the treasure saint is protected by the Buddha's light, like a god and Buddha, and the big Sumeru handprint in his hand is uncertain towards the demon.

Those tentacles were shattered under the Great Handprint of the Treasure Saint, and from time to time a bloody light flew out from the demon's vertical eye, and its power opened the mountain and cracked the stone.

The red flame in Ming Wang's hand turned into a flaming red light, illuminating this abyss transparently, and the demon's skin was dark green, smooth and scaleless, like a huge leather ball.

Suddenly, five eyes opened one after another on top of the huge ball, and the eyeballs in the five eyes were all blood-red, and blood light flew out of it.

"Multi-eyed, multi-handed, what's this weird thing?" Mingwang whispered.

A red flame flew out of the red flame in Ming Wang's hand, and the blood light flew in the giant eye, and when the two met, they were instantly burned into a blood mist by the red flame flame.

Bao Sheng and Ming Wang kept dodging in the air, not only to face the attacks of the countless tentacles, but also to guard against the sudden blood light.

Mingwang reached out and patted the storage bag, and the night shadow was held by Mingwang in his hand.

Ming Wang once again turned the flames of the Red Flame Sword into more than ten rays, and the flames on each flame were rolling, that is, the void was burned with a scorched smell, and countless tentacles felt the heat wave coming.

Several of the red flames shot towards the demon's giant eye, and Ming Wang secretly hid the night shadow behind a red flame and flew towards the demon's giant eye.

When the demon saw the red flames flying in, his eyes rolled, and several tentacles whipped towards the red flames.

The demon's tentacles blocked the flames of Mingwang Chiyan, and the Nightshade Flying Sword silently approached the troll, avoiding the tentacles.

Suddenly, the black light of the night shadow swelled, like a black lightning, directly slashed at a giant eye, and the blood-colored eyeball was slashed, and a huge wound was cut on its skin, and dark green liquid flowed out of the wound.

The demon was hurt by Ming Wang, and instantly suffered pain, and a roar came from the ground, and at the same time, countless tiny tentacles drilled into the demon again, attacking Ming Wang frantically.

Mingwang scolded secretly, this is a centipede essence reincarnated in the wrong place!

A demonic aura was born from the demon's wound, and as soon as the demonic light rose, the demon's wound healed in an instant, but the troll's eye was still a huge wound, drenched in blood, and could not be recovered.

When the Baosheng monk saw that Ming Wang's blow was effective, he blinded one of the demon's eyes, and his momentum instantly soared, and a golden spear was condensed in his hand, which was transformed by the Great Sumeru Sutra, and on the spear were countless Buddhist mantras, like tadpoles swimming slowly.

The golden spear was in the hand of the Baosheng monk, and suddenly the spear was divided into five, slowly floating beside the Baosheng monk.

The treasure saint monk turned into the Buddha's hand of the Great Sumeru again, holding the spear in the Buddha's hand, and continuously shot towards the demon, the spear made a buzzing sound in the air, and the golden spear was so powerful that even the tentacles of the demon were difficult to stop, and it was cut into two pieces in an instant.

The spear still flew towards the demon, sticking it into the demon's body.

One golden spear was inserted directly into the demon's eyes, and two were inserted into the demon's huge body, and the golden spear turned into countless tiny mantra words that drilled into the demon's body along the wound.

The demon was in pain again, and his body was frantically agitated, and countless demonic qi poured out, trying to heal the wound, but he was injured by the Great Sumeru Sutra of the Treasure Saint Monk, and he couldn't recover.

The demon was injured by Mingwang and the Treasure Saint Monk one after another, especially the Great Sumeru scriptures of the Treasure Saint Monk were even more powerful to the demons, and the scriptures drilled into the body of the demons.

The demon wants to suppress the Great Sumeru scriptures that have entered the body, and he has to fight with Mingwang and Baosheng, and the tentacles on his body are much less in an instant.

Mingwang threw the Chiyan flying sword into the air, the flying sword stood in the air, the sword pointed at the sky, Mingwang urged the mana, and a flame was born from it,

Turned into a huge pillar of fire, the red flame rolled, and the surrounding mountains and rocks were burned into a pile of powder by the red flame of Nanmingli.

"Master, block this guy's tentacles for me, and wait for me to slash it. ”

Monk Baosheng looked at the huge flame giant sword on Ming Wang's body, and turned the Great Sumeru Sutra culture into countless long knives, slashing towards the tentacles of the demon.

With the help of the powerful treasure saint monk, the red flame giant sword in his hand slowly pressed downward, and in an instant, the mountain wind was agitated, and the heat wave was rolling.

The Chiyan giant sword in Ming Wang's hand was wrapped in Nan Ming's fire, and his indomitable momentum was indomitable, and this flame seemed to have the power of burning mountains and boiling the sea, opening mountains and cracking stones.

"Chop. Mingwang shouted.

The Red Flame Giant Sword dragged a long flame into the abyss, and a huge roar was heard, mixed with the roar of the demon.

Countless smoke and dust rolled up, the rocks in the abyss rolled down, the trees fell, and the cliff walls were scorched black by the fire of Nanmingli.

This demon was cut open by Ming Wang's Red Flame Sword, and the dark green liquid gushed out from the wound, and it was burned into a cloud of black gas when it met Nan Mingli's fire.

Monk Baosheng took this opportunity to hold countless Great Sumeru scriptures in his hands, each of which was composed of mantras the size of tadpoles, densely packed, and the scriptures exuded immeasurable Buddha light.

Monk Baosheng pointed at it, and the tadpole-sized scriptures converged into a golden torrent, flying towards the demon's wound, and then burrowed into the wound that Ming Wang had cut open.

The demon was instantly pained, howled, and suddenly retreated into the ground, disappearing in front of the two of them.

In the location of the demon, a huge bottomless cave was left, and a cold cold air emanated from it, and the trees that were ignited by the Mingwang Red Flame Sword were also extinguished one after another under this cold air.

Ming Wang and Monk Baosheng glanced at each other, and said at the same time: "Chase!"

At this time, the demon was at the end of the crossbow, and could no longer threaten the two, but the two were unwilling to give up, cut the grass and eradicate the roots, and did not cut off the demon.

The two of them flew into the cave in an instant, and found that it was a huge natural cave, with countless forks in it, and each fork in the path left the breath of this demon, mixed with a damp breath, and it was extremely difficult to tell where the demon fled from.

So the two separated and chose the two passages with the heaviest demonic aura to go.

The passage was slippery and foul-smelling, and from time to time water droplets dripped down from the cave walls, and I knew that there was a river nearby, and I thought it was the sound of the river seeping down and occasionally flowing in the channel.