Rao is a murderous person like Hu Da, and he can't help but feel numb when he sees this situation.

"What the hell is this!" Hu Da shuddered all over, his fingers trembling as he pointed at the monster that appeared, and swallowed a mouthful of spit with difficulty.

"Could this be the legendary mandrill?" Pan Hao frowned and whispered to himself.

"This is a mandrill?" Hu Da was not far from Pan Hao, and when he heard Pan Hao's self-talk, he was suddenly shocked, feeling that the monster in front of him was indeed very similar to the legendary mandrill.

In folklore, mandrills are generally considered to be mountain spirits, with huge sizes, human-like faces, long arms, and human-like laughter. Not only is it terrifying, but it is also extremely powerful, and legend has it that it can not only run faster than a leopard, but can also tear a tiger and leopard with its bare hands.

"No, this mandrill is weird!" Pan Hao was slightly startled, the divine power in his body was running, there was a faint red light in his pupils, and a nine-petaled red lotus in it slowly bloomed, and a sacred and noble aura emanated from Pan Hao's body.

Boom, the breath that cannot be observed by the naked eye in heaven and earth has appeared in Pan Hao's eyes. The long, black-robed mandrill in front of the door changed greatly in front of Pan Hao. I saw that the mandrill was covered in black gas, and the evil aura was pressing, and there was a bloody red light flashing, and the anger was full of ghosts.

"Roar! chatter!" Shan Xiao's eyes glowed red, and after roaring, he chattered and laughed maliciously at Pan Hao and the others, this voice was actually similar to the voice made by the old man, but it was slightly weird.

"It's so heavy that the smell of blood and ghosts!" Pan Hao flicked his fingers, Hu Da's right hand was numb, and the long knife fell with a snap, and Pan Hao sucked the long knife up in the air with a dragon snatcher.

Yin, the long knife was held in Pan Hao's hand, the true qi was stimulated, and the cold and sharp long knife trembled and made a clear groaning sound. Pan Hao's long knife stood horizontally and slowly placed it at his side.

Boom, a tragic and unrepentant aura suddenly emanated from Pan Hao's body, the cold light of the blade flashed, and a trace of small knife qi swirled on the blade, exuding a bone-chilling cold. It makes people feel like a man on their backs, and their hearts are cold.

"This is sword qi!" Hu Da hurriedly retreated behind Pan Hao, and when he saw a trace of white aura on the long knife, he couldn't help but exclaim in his heart. Hu Da has been fighting in the rivers and lakes for many years, and naturally knows that the Dao can stimulate sword qi and sword qi, which is an existence not far from the innate master! Seeing Pan Hao, the legendary erosive son, his heart was already turning over the river and the sea.

"Roar!" When the mandrill saw Pan Hao's long knife, he did not retreat, but was aroused by Pan Hao's ferocious anger.

Bang, as soon as the mandrill stepped on his feet, he actually came to Pan Hao like a ghost, between the lightning and flint. In the course of the action, there was silence, as if it was as agile as a tanuki, and in the blink of an eye, it had disappeared in place.

Hu Da only felt that the mandrill had disappeared in front of him, and he couldn't help but shout anxiously: "Be careful!"

Pan Hao's eyes were shining, and the long knife in his hand was as fast as lightning, turning into a white match and slashing in front of him. Tuk, a sound that seems to be slashed on a thick, resilient cowhide. Even the sword qi couldn't break through the mandrill's fur. The mandrill's big black hair hand slapped across the air, and it collided with the clawed long knife, splashing sparks, and the mandrill's big hand was unharmed.

"Roar!" the mandrill's reddish eyes flashed with ferocity, and the fishy mouth roared, and the two black hands with sharp claws grabbed Pan Hao's heart.

Qiang Qiang, Pan Hao stepped on the mysterious steps under his feet, the speed was extremely fast, and even several phantoms appeared at the end of the day. The long knives clashed with the claws, making a metallic sound.

"Drink!" Pan Hao was angry in the dantian, and the whole person jumped up, slashing towards the mandrill with the momentum of splitting Huashan, and the long knife burst out with a strong white light, with a holy and purifying breath on it.

"Roar!" the mandrill also stretched out its claws fiercely, and a faint black gas was swirling on them, and the sharp claws that were originally sharp and glowing with cold light were stained with a strange darkness.

The long knife glowing with white light and the sharp claws surrounded by black gas struck together, and the long knife was actually cut off by the sharp claws, and with a clang, it was cut off and fell to the ground.

Bang, Pan Hao turned over with a harrier in mid-air, stepped on his feet, bang, stepped on the head of the mandrill, the true qi in the body was shocked, turning into the momentum of Mount Tai pressing, and the real air under his feet was circulating, wanting to shatter the mandrill's head.

Click, Pan Hao was full of true anger, stepping on the head of the mandrill, the neck of the mandrill was like a simple branch, making a clicking sound, and Pan Hao stepped on his neck.

Pan Hao's old strength was exhausted, and he stomped on his feet, floating a few feet away.

"Finally dead, this monster!" Hu let out a deep breath from his mouth. The tense body also relaxed.

Pan Hao frowned slightly, and the divine lotus appeared in his eyes: "I'm afraid it's not that simple!"

In Pan Hao's eyes, he saw that the ghost qi on the mandrill did not dissipate, but kept boiling, as if water was flowing towards the mandrill's neck.

The mandrill stretched out its head, and with a click, its originally crooked head was instantly restored. The fierce look in his eyes did not diminish in the slightest. Boom! The mandrill leaped forward and struck again.

"What?" Hu Da was shocked and retreated again and again, this situation had already exceeded the imagination of mortals. The head is broken, but he can still be straightened and reworked.

"Damn! What kind of monster is this! Bang!" Hu Da saw the whole strange scene, couldn't help it anymore, banged open another door and window in the temple, and escaped.

"Qiang!" Pan Hao's expression was indifferent, he didn't pay attention to Hu Da who fled, and threw the long knife that was only half cut on the ground. Then with a big hand, a pale red long sword slowly condensed in the void, and the long sword condensed and formed in the blink of an eye.

The body of the long sword was shrouded in a hazy red light, and the body of the sword was engraved with mysterious and gorgeous runes, which looked heavy and noble. Pan Hao's clone is now just a first-class master, and the divine power in his body has not been fully transformed into true qi. This sword is only condensed with the help of the divine power of the deity, and it is less than one point, but fortunately, there is a connection between the doppelganger and the deity, and the deity can support the doppelganger at all times.

The red light flashed in Shanman's eyes, and he glanced at Hu Da who had fled, and then looked at Pan Hao, who was expressionless and indifferent. The remnants of the creature instinct told it that the sword was in danger.

"Roar!" the mandrill hesitated, then turned around again, and rushed out of the mountain temple. Pan Hao also flashed under his feet, and when he came to the door, he was about to rush out of the temple, when suddenly a familiar scream sounded. This is Hu Da's voice.

"Roar!" the mandrill's excited voice sounded in the mountains.

"Evil animal, look for death!" At this moment, a clear and angry man's voice came from a distance. At the same time, a vast, upright and awe-inspiring momentum burst out.