The rain needle entered the forest, startling the demon light and fire, there is only one county in Huaili, but the density of this monster is very considerable. Although most of the demons in this Dao Dao look like they are strong in the middle, and at most they are only a hundred years old, but they can't stand enough of them!

As a county god, it is just a matter of Mrs. Diyi to win over the local demons, after all, the cultivation powers of these big demons are placed there, and whoever masters them is a large combat force. However, so many miscellaneous fish monsters with a climate of more than 100 years or even decades or more than ten years are also so proliferated, what is this god of the current situation going to do?

"Strive to be the king of monster breeding, and win glory for Huaili County in the year-end evaluation of Dongyue?"

Wei Ye's left sleeve flicked, and in a foot in front of him, there was not a single rain needle that could break through his defense, but this cold joke still couldn't help but pop up.

Accompanied by his sneering joke, a long shadow like a dragon roared like a cow in the wild forest, and slammed into the air.

It seems that the long monster covered in verdant, with scales and armor all over its body, antlers and long beards, four curved claws, and sharp claw tips like hooks, is indeed a demon dragon. But within a few breaths of this demon dragon after it took off, it suddenly fell in front of Wei Ye with a miserable howl!

The demon dragon landed on the ground, banging loudly, and the dragon's head was proud to the sky, howling fiercely.

The debate monk stretched forward with one hand, the palm to the sky, and the middle finger and ring finger closed, as if holding a flower for people to see, called the Bodhisattva holding the lotus hand. Facing the roar of the demon dragon, the heart of the monk Zen moved slightly, and the Bodhisattva's lotus hand trembled slightly, making the light mask condensed by glass light tremble slightly.

At this moment, Wei Yetou didn't look back and said, "Take care of your enchantment, this thing is not a dragon." ”

Wei Ye's three words "not a dragon" exited, the demon dragon howled again, the raised dragon head fell weakly, and a rusty color full of the smell of death covered the slender and thick body of the demon dragon, and died. The rust spread wantonly on the dead dragon's body, dyeing the verdant dragon body with the color of rotten wood, and the verdant green disappeared, and a smell of rotten wood slag soaked in the stagnant water immediately appeared.

The dead dragon's body began to break, and from the crack came a mixture of green, yellow, dark and red pus and blood, with a strong smell of turpentine.

Turpentine is basically found in fresh pine resin, and the only thing that can secrete pine resin is pine trees. Naturally, this dead demon dragon is not the length of a scale insect like a real dragon snake and a mirage, but a withered pine that resembles the shape of a dragon.

"There is the shape of a dragon, but there is no dragon ability. Becoming a spirit monster is also divided into standards, feathered birds and beasts can speak, earth spirits and wood monsters can walk, and evil demons and ghosts can change into people. These things are only at the stage of first knowing the changes, and they are not tricky, so they all cheer up!"

Just when he was doing combat mobilization, the rain needle fell more urgently!

The rain needle pierced through the demonic light and fire that Dao Dao was eager to escape from the Mangshan Plain, bringing up pieces of blood in the air.

The crimson but baby-like ghost flapped a pair of fan-sized ears and tried to soar, but countless rain needles passed through its chest, staining the rain curtain scarlet.

The strange hand covered in fire pulled himself out of the earth, and spread his palms blankly, trying to sense what was falling from the sky, and then he was pierced into a pile of bones and minced flesh by the rain needles falling from the clouds.

The one-legged mandrill screamed angrily through the woods, constantly jumping back and forth from the treetops to try to avoid the deadly attacks from the dark clouds. However, under the continuous blow of the rain needle, the dense branches and leaves in the wild forest fell to the ground one after another, and the hard skin of the wood mandrill with black hair was exposed in the gaps after the branches and leaves landed, and finally fell weakly from the tree.

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Bloody scenes like this are still being staged in every corner of Mangshan Plain.

The rain needles that landed on the ground turned into trickles of water, greedily devouring all the blood, flesh, and bones they encountered, as well as the demonic essence that the dead monsters had never completely dissipated. This trickle was so greedy, trying its best to let these filthy flesh and blood demonic qi dye their bodies a muddy crimson.

At this point, it is no longer possible to call these things full of bone chips, minced meat, and plasma water. These are like mud clumps that are more like some kind of gocomotor slime polymer, like the carnivorous single-celled polymer monsters that adventurers colloquially call ooze monsters, transliterated as slimes.

These monsters were slowly squirming towards the top of the Mangshan Plain. There is no doubt that if these ooze-like creatures really have a purpose for action, then the only goal of their prey is -

Wei Ye regretted it very much at this time. If it weren't for this wide-shouldered and narrow-sleeved narcissus robe, which was too Hudi style, if he had sewn a one-foot-two water sleeve on the cuffs like the head of the play, at this time he would have been able to force away the rain needles that were coming towards his head and face, and it would have been much easier.

Even if it is embroidered with gold Xuanwen, this green scarf can only be regarded as supplementary equipment, and its protective power is only similar to that of ordinary rattan helmets, which is not too good. In the face of these rain needles falling from the sky, falling faster and faster, and the impact strength getting stronger and stronger, there will always be a time when the protective force field opened by Bijin Xuanwen will be broken. At that time, I am afraid that Wei Ye himself will also end up being poked by the rain needle.

While he was on guard, a small cloud of viscous liquid bulged out of the ground on the side of his boot. As if feeling the sap of the trees mixed with green and yellow blood and red like corpse water, this small mass of slime slowly twitched and sucked. The old pine spirit that fell in front of Wei Ye, the demonic qi and sap remaining in its true body became the initial nourishment for this small lump of slime.

The sap had been sucked up, and the mass of mucus seemed not satisfied. It seemed to notice the presence of the tall boot next to it, which contained something more delicious and powerful than the dead youkai, and it tried to get closer to the boot, trying to drill through the nitrate leather.

The sorcerer still tilted his head back, and kept beating the rain needles that tried to hit his head and face into a cloud of spiritless mist. His right hand, which was holding the peach daughter, spun sharply and plunged into the ground. The peach daughter Shangdong Yang Sword Blessing Seal lit up, and the slime was directly burned into nothingness.

"Keep an eye on your feet, there's something else coming out of this strange rain...... Oh, and without my prompting, they're already here. ”

Wei Ye looked at the mound-like flesh and blood mass surging up in front of him, and said calmly: "Because the ghost army and monsters are either pure yin condensation, or yin and evil things, they are restrained too ruthlessly. So you guys played such a game of turning into a demon, do you want to restrain my Dongyang Sword Zhu?"