Lao Hou started with the iron rod, driving the wind and clouds to roll, wow wow strange screams.

When he was about to fight, the little monk shouted: "Demon brother, although you are a demon clan, you are also a cultivator, just like the heavenly way shakes, and the human race is stupid, and now when it comes to my cultivation of a line of life and death, do you still want to be obsessed with the fog and stand on the side of the human race!"

When Lao Hou heard it, it seemed to make sense, Lao Tzu was a demon, for thousands of years, the human race either attached itself to the cultivation sect, or joined the powerful territory of the demon race, even if it was the king and emperor of the human race, he had to ask for instructions and report everything, saying that it was a sacrifice to the sky, but in fact, the sacrifice was sent directly to the sect or the hands of the big demon to express his heart.

In other words, in front of demon cultivators, the human race is just dependent on it, like a slave.

Now for the sake of a dispensable servant, it seems that it is really not right to turn his face with his colleagues.

At this time, the rainbow fragrance of the Qingcheng formation had already pulled dozens of people, wiped his neck, and sprayed blood into the pit, and the blood flowed along the formation pattern to the surroundings, but it only accounted for a little, and it would take at least the blood of thousands of people to fill the whole formation.

Lao Hou looked at the corpse that was thrown away, looked at the familiar faces, and an unprecedented feeling turned into a stream of heat, rushing in his body.

They are indeed a human race that is not worth mentioning in the eyes of demon cultivators, but that old man, who is a good hand at making wine, and that woman beats her son and scolds men every day, but she does not forget to give the wine and meat at home to Lao Hou for a drink, and there is also a matchmaker in Zhendong, who wants to be a matchmaker and marry a wife for herself several times.

The fireworks in the world made Lao Hou a little lingering, and he almost forgot his identity as a monster several times.

Hongxiang's white and tender little hand grabbed a child again, and the sharp blade was against the side of the neck, expressionless, and even a little impatient to cut it off.

The boy looked at the old man with a look of horror.

Lao Hou can still remember that this child often follows him, begging for a few fennel beans to satisfy his hunger, and is very curious about monsters, and says that he will be a monster like Lao Hou when he grows up.

"Bang!"

Lao Hou's iron rod hit the ground heavily, the demonic power was surging, and with an explosion, Hongxiang was shocked into the air, and the child also fell into Lao Hou's hands.

Then he threw the child out of the town, and shouted with an iron rod: "I don't care what kind of heaven and earth you have, this is Lao Tzu's territory, and I will come to kill people without saying hello, let me wait where to put my face!"

"Alas, stubborn!" said the little monk, taking out a willow branch from behind himself, and the willow branch was stained with drops of dew, and shook it casually.

The willow branches instantly turned into infinity, covering the sky and the sun, enveloping the entire town of Dacauldon in it, a stain of dew, like rain and dew falling from the sky, crystal clear as with the true meaning of life, but every drop of rain on the body, made those residents swell all over, and finally slammed, exploded into a rain of blood, and the blood rain converged in one place, towards the big pit at the eye.

"You should have done this, I'm going to kill them one by one!" Rainbow exclaimed merrily.

The little monk shook his head helplessly, "This mortal blood is contaminated with the power of magic, and the effect is much worse!"

Lao Hou saw that one familiar person after another exploded into a rain of blood in front of him, and his eyes were red with anger, his face was hideous, and he roared strangely, raised his stick to the sky, and the iron rod turned into a hundred zhang giant and went to the sky.

The willow branches of the rain and dew were rolled back upside down, and they converged in one place like a sharp sword stabbing at the little monk.

The little monk shouted the Buddha's horn, and the willow branch shook it gently, breaking the demonic power of the old man without a trace of fireworks.

But Lao Hou's iron rod, followed closely behind, roaring and smashing towards the little monk.

The Buddha's light bloomed on the little monk's body, and his palm was lightly patted against the iron rod.

But at this time, Lao Hou had already turned over and jumped a few times and pounced on Hongxiang's side.

Hongxiang is cultivating the formation, and those array treasures have been buried in the ground, just by fighting and cultivating, where is Lao Hou's opponent, he was directly knocked to the ground by Lao Hou.

"Monk, save me!" Rainbow shouted.

The little monk said unhurriedly: "He doesn't dare to ...... the quantity."

Before the words fell, Lao Hou's fist slammed into Hongxiang's front door.

Rainbow Xiang snorted, and her beautiful face changed shape in an instant.

bang

After the second punch, Hongxiang's head turned into an irregular depression.

Hongxiang screamed, scratching Lao Hou's face door, and shouted for help.

The little monk's face was solemn, and in an instant, he turned from a compassionate little monk to an angry-eyed King Kong, his palm was shining with golden light, turning into the size of several zhang, holding the pitch-black iron rod tightly, and shouting: "Monster dare!"

"My mother!"

Lao Hou roared sharply, raised his fist again, this fist, slammed into Hongxiang's mouth, from the back of the head, not counting, fluffy and blood-drenched palms, but also tightly clasped with a cloud of phantom, it was Hongxiang's soul.

Hongxiang's spirit monster screamed and wanted to break free, but was stuffed into Lao Hou's mouth, urged by the demonic power, and chewed the spirit directly with a creak.

"Come on!"

Lao Hou screamed, and the iron rod in the little monk's hand trembled violently, and with the scream and clouds, it instantly returned to Lao Hou's palm.

"The evil monk is here!"

Lao Hou screamed, rose to the sky, and the little monk who held up the Buddha's shining light flew out of the sky, crossed a long arc in the air, and fell into the depths of the mountain.

The little monk hesitated and fell through the mountain, a Buddhist monk robe was shattered, revealing a delicate body like jade, stepping barefoot in the air, and a giant palm fell from the sky in the midst of the Buddha's chanting.

The old monster roared, and the horizontal rod was topped, and with a loud bang, even the people with the rods were pressed to the ground.

The Buddha's light is like a net, deep underground, covering the old man's body.

In his ears, the little monk's indifferent voice came, "Since the demon brother doesn't argue right and wrong, and he doesn't know why, he has been sinking here for five hundred years, think about it carefully!"

Crunch......

The Buddha's light like a net almost entwined the old man into a ball, and an iron rod was even bent into an arc!

"Wait for me...... There is no need to argue right and wrong, as a demon, but with his own heart, no matter how bad he is, he can't do this kind of bloody thing, the way of heaven and the way of heaven, he is already against the sky, he has the ability to face the way of heaven, and he does evil things with the blood of mortals, and you can still be righteous and awe-inspiring, yes, like a bald donkey like you, you are the best at mixing people and hearing people, and confusing the public with gossip!"

With Lao Hou's loud shout, the iron rod instantly bounced straight, passed through the fine net of Buddha light, and stabbed towards the sky.

With a loud rumbling sound, the iron rod passed through the little monk's head and knocked his head off.

Lao Hou broke through the net, holding the head of the little monk in his hand, and stood in the air.

The little monk said, "Bliss does not allow you to do such an evil thing!"

"Then let's go to Bliss and ask for clarification!"

Lao Hou stretched out his hand to summon the iron rod, carried the head of the little monk, drew a white smoke in the air, and shot away towards the western soil of Bliss.