Chapter 162: The Decisive Battle for Evil Cultivators (Part II)
It didn't take long for Qingshi to let out a long and sharp roar.
Suddenly, the whole body increased dramatically, and became half a height out of thin air, like a giant, and even torn the robe on the upper body, turning it into strips of cloth, and hung in tatters on the body.
Ben bulging muscles, full of explosive power.
The strange thing is that his skin and muscles actually turned cyan at this moment.
The whole body suddenly rolled with green energy, the spiritual pressure soared, and the eyes showed a fierce blue light, and the bloodthirsty killing aura rose to the sky.
"Knock knock!" two sounds, two magic weapons hit the body of Qingshi, like hitting a stone drum, and the other party was not hurt at all.
Qingshi snorted coldly, only to see him slap the storage bag, the green light in his hand flashed, and there was an extra palm-sized green **.
With the injection of mana, the ** above the blue light is flourishing.
He glared at Shen Yun viciously and smashed it out.
** Instantly turned into a vague giant wheel, rumbling towards the little monk's Buddha beads.
Seeing this, the little monk's complexion changed greatly, this ** looks extraordinary, his own Buddha beads, although they are infinitely useful, but they are consumables, the Buddha's phantom is broken once and a Buddha bead is broken, how can he be willing to block such a powerful magic weapon?
So I had to put away the Buddha beads, move a few times, and avoid the attack in embarrassment.
At this time, the fat man in the black robe also took out a bag with black gas lingering very cooperatively, and with a shake of his hand, a black shadow rushed out, and a strong stench of corruption suddenly filled the air, which made people smell disgusting.
With a hoarse roar, a monster that looked like a demon wolf went straight to Feng Botao.
A few people finally saw the appearance of the monster clearly, and couldn't help but gasp.
This demon wolf, most of the area on its body has rotted, rolling up red rotten flesh, and the white bones of the forest can be clearly seen, and even the strong and powerful beating of its red heart can be clearly seen.
The demon wolf's head was also rotten and pitted, the two rows of Yin Measured teeth were completely exposed, emitting a cold light, and there were no eyeballs in the two eye sockets, only two blue flames, beating like ghost fire, which looked very weird.
"Ghost Bone Wolf Demon!"
The faces of the little monk and the white-faced scholar changed greatly, especially the white-faced scholar, because his brother was seriously injured, if he couldn't repel the other party, then his brother would definitely die.
The ghost bone wolf demon Angtian let out a strange howl, and in an instant, he pounced in front of Feng Botao, and a foul-smelling breath came to his face.
Feng Botao stomped on the ground, flew backwards, waved his hand, and a green light whirled, stretched in the air, turning into a magic weapon like a fishing net, covering the ghost bone wolf demon.
The ghost wolf's figure flickered, and the fishing net suddenly fell short.
At this time, Zhou Shimin's flying sword flew just right, and with a sound of "poof!", it pierced into the abdomen of the ghost bone wolf demon, and with a bang, it pierced out from one side of the sternum, bringing up a cloud of rotten meat.
Although the ghost bone wolf demon let out a miserable howl, it continued to castrate and pounced on Zhou Shimin, who was nearby.
The body of the ghost creature was still pierced by the rotten flesh, and there was no blood at all, as if the heavy blow just now had not caused it substantial damage.
"How could this be?" Zhou Shimin was taken aback, his face was pale, and he ran to the side in a panic.
Everyone turned pale, and they didn't want these three evil cultivators to be so difficult to deal with after killing one of them.
Fortunately, Feng Botao, at this time, he came to protect the flowers, and the magic weapon of the fishing net shrouded out again.
In the distance, Nantian's voice was heard: "Attack the ghost fire in the eyes of the ghost thing." ”
Unexpectedly, at this moment, Qingshi smiled coldly again and slapped the storage bag with one hand.
A cloud of silver light rushed out, dripping on the ground, turning into a silver shining figure, and in the hula sound, it directly pounced on the white-faced scholar.
The white-faced scholar looked at it intently, and saw a silver-armored warrior standing in front of him, holding a silver giant sword more than half a person high in both hands, wielding a tiger and a tiger, slashing straight at him.
"Puppet!" the white-faced scholar's face turned even paler.
However, at this time, the ghost, which had lost the suppression of the golden light, rushed out of the hiding place with a "quack" ghost scream again.
At this moment, even Nantianxia's complexion changed slightly.
And Shen Yun was chased by Qingshi's whirring fist wind, and hid in Tibet.