Chapter 155: Monkey Ghost

Liang Jinyin led the team into Wutong Valley, and then put himself in the dilemma of being surrounded without any suspense. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info but the three of them were not too flustered, after all, the opponents were all people who practiced qi at the first, second and third levels, and the fifth layer of qi cultivation that they had seen before seemed to be the strongest people here.

Duan Qing, as a body refining cultivator who was both offensive and defensive, was the best at dealing with such a scene. However, she didn't plan to shoot directly, but let the other party make the first move.

Since Liang Jinyin had already poked in advance with a shot, the monks of Wutong Valley naturally resisted and attacked with spells. Their spells basically only come in two forms. Either it shoots out a green aura, which does average damage after hitting, but it will remain around the body, producing a strange aroma that makes people a little dizzy.

The second is to summon vines from the land, some of which are like Lin Yuan's specialty.

For these two attacks, the group of three is not afraid at all.

After Duan Qing was attacked, his clothes were torn, and the dragon scales were exposed, and there were green ghost things stuck to them. It doesn't hurt or itch. The ankles were firmly grasped by the vines, and a backward force pulled her hard.

With a wave of his hand, the dragon's claws cut off all the vines. Now that the enemy has attacked, attacking again by yourself should be considered legitimate defense. After removing the mental barrier, she swung her claws at the enemy.

Each of the monks in the Sycamore Valley has a defensive weapon, a wooden shield, a wooden brand, a wooden spirit bead and the like. In the face of Duan Yun's dragon claw, he basically couldn't even block it slightly, and it was broken in an instant.

Wooden artifacts are quite rare, after all, there is no way to put wood in the furnace to refine.

Duan Qing once had a fight with Lu Yuanzhi, who was holding a huge spirit iron rod, and with one claw, he cut the iron rod into two pieces. Fortunately, Ding Rong helped repair it, otherwise a good magic weapon would have been damaged like this.

She could even grasp the spirit iron, and in the face of this pile of wood and the spiritual light conjured up by the wood, the dragon claw was naturally invincible.

After a few rounds, the monks of Sycamore Valley who surrounded them were slaughtered.

Liang Jinyin's junior brother has also summoned his own spirit beast, which is also a spirit monkey, but it is not a six-armed King Kong, but a 'monkey ghost' with a slender body like a main pole.

Don't look at the height of this monkey ghost of 1.8 meters, it may not even be fifty catties, it is completely a bone frame covered in fur, but it is one of the few spirit beasts that can use magic weapons.

I saw the monkey ghost holding two spiritual iron broadswords, rushing into the enemy and slashing indiscriminately. It doesn't know how to use swords, but its reaction speed is far several times faster than that of a monk, and its strength is infinite, and its fur is not afraid of sharp blades.

The monks of Sycamore Valley had no ability to fight against this thing at all. They didn't even have time to pinch their fingers to cast the spell, and their fingers had already been cut off with a knife. Before they could feel the pain, a second slash was already slashed at their heads.

"It's too fast......"

When Duan Qing saw this thing, she couldn't help but be a little shocked. If the knife in its hand can break through the defense of its dragon scales, then it is afraid that it will not be able to pass even three moves, and it will be killed by this monkey ghost.

She, a body refining cultivator, is still like this, and this group of Qi cultivation in Wutong Valley is naturally killed as many as possible.

Seeing that this monkey ghost was so efficient in killing people, Duan Qing was a little anxious. She was also going to use the people of this valley to help her complete the spell, but she didn't dare to slack off, and immediately competed with the monkey ghost to kill people.

In this way, the Valley of Sycamore was slaughtered in a quarter of an hour. There may be some more powerful guys among them, but whether it is a monkey ghost or Duan Qing, they don't feel it. Anyway, no matter who comes, you can basically lie down directly when you see the two of you. No matter what the move, it won't have much effect on them. As long as you attack, you will definitely not survive for ten seconds.

Such a deterrent made the other monks in the valley give up their resistance and run away with their lives. Liang Jinyin and her little monkey converge in the same place, using the stacks of black stones to create a fence to stop those who run out.

Most of the hundreds of monks in the Valley of Sycamore are men in their prime, and there are relatively few women. But there were many children among them. It's weird at that.

Duan Qing killed and began to think about where the women had run away. After dealing with a male monk, she found a pair of children who were hidden by the man, and carried them with dragon claws and forced them to ask, "Child, where is your mother?"

Seeing that Daddy was in the hands of the woman in front of them, the two children grabbed a self-defense knife and stabbed Duan Qing's arm.

Even if the arm covered with scales was slammed by the spirit iron rod in the hand of the three-meter giant, it would not be able to smash a trace of abrasion, and the child's strength was naturally useless.

"I said little ghost. If you two can restrain your hatred, I probably won't kill you and let you go. So, if you want to seek revenge on me, you'd better say a few kind words to me right now and beg me for mercy. ”

Of course, children do not understand this, they act on instinct and emotion. Now they are angry and sad, and it is impossible for them to listen to this enemy.

Duan Qing was stabbed a few more times, shook her head helplessly, and still let the two children go.

She didn't know what the worst things these people from Sycamore Valley had done. However, she understands Liang Jinyin's chivalrous temperament and knows that she will not talk nonsense and kill innocents. These people in Sycamore Valley must have done something particularly bad and must be killed.

But reason is reason, and she is instinctively reluctant to poison her child. If Momotsuki was here at this time, she would definitely ask her, 'Aren't you afraid that there will be one more brother and sister enemy in ten years?'

"Don't be afraid. Duan Qing would definitely reply like this, "As long as I am always stronger than them, I am not afraid of them." ”

The logic is so, the two children were released. The monkey ghosts on the side don't kill children, and don't even chase those who have lost the will to fight, but only attack those who counterattack.

This behavior was seen by Duan Qing, and it made him determine the idea of keeping the child alive.

Doesn't it seem that he is inferior to a spirit when he kills no one else, but he does? Besides, it is not good to kill these unarmed children.

Thinking of this, the two children stabbed her several times. It doesn't seem to be unarmed.

After tossing and turning, Duan Qing had no enemies in front of him. All the things that should be run are gone, and those who can't be stopped can't be stopped. There are only a few stupid children left in the Sycamore Valley, crying or staring at a few people with hatred.

Duan Qing also admitted that it was a bit cruel to kill their father in front of their children. But it didn't kill either.

At this point in time when no one could kill, a fairy boat flew in the sky. It's not the reinforcements of Wutong Valley, but the light wind boat of Lin Yuan.

He saw that Duan Qing hadn't returned for a long time after being loaned, and he was a little worried, so he went out and looked for it casually. Halfway through, I met the junior brother who went to Jinhuanmen to move the rescuers, so I looked for him. All the killings that took place here were in his eyes. (To be continued.) )