boom--

Thunder sounded in the sky. At the foot of Wujiang Mountain, Zhu Gangli and Fa Jing turned around. What caught their eyes was a red color. The air layer flashed faintly, revealing a huge red outline.

Demon Star...

This is what fellow Daoist Lu mentioned as a demon star!?

"Monk, you hold this furry boy back!!"

Zhu Gangli changed his usual silly manner. His big copper bell's eyes were fierce, and his long kiss was cracked with fangs. The steel breeze on his back neck stood up and rushed to Wujiang Mountain. The white elephant's long nose was bent up, and the long sound of "moo!" was facing the fat and big body that rushed towards him, and raised his leg pillar and stepped on it.

Biaofei moved her fat body and walked around the falling position, carried the nine-toothed rake, and flew directly into the air and flew into the forest. The white elephant slapped her head with her big ears, and she screamed and hissed. The magic light suddenly rose, and white smoke rose from her body eight feet tall, and a pair of agile wings suddenly stretched out.

Trepid~~

The eagle crowed, and the pair of wings shook, the white smoke scattered, and a giant eagle soared into the sky. However, before it could rise into the air, its body suddenly stagnated, and its claws were hooked by something.

His sharp eyes went down, and his big hands hugged his eagle claws tightly.

"Drink—"

Below, the body was strong, wide and fat, with his arms tense, and the covered monk's robe and cloth were cracked inch by inch, just like a angrily yelling by the Buddhist vajra. The sound was rolling, and Qingfeng was dizzy while the fat monk stepped on the ground, steadily, dragging the giant eagle's claws down, and the soil under his feet burst out like a spider web.

"Give it, I'm down, come--"

The last word "come" was shouted out loud, and he held the eagle's claws with his arms and pulled his huge body, which was flying high, to a level with his body.

In an instant, the fat monk's robe torn apart and a faint golden light appeared. The moment the giant eagle landed flat, it hit the mountain like a huge rock collapsing and crashing into it.

Trepid~~

The eagle sounded sorrowful, and its body fell sideways and rolled on the ground. The eagle claws also hooked the fat monk and pulled the other party to hit the woods on the side. The big rocks and the branches and leaves of the forest were shaking wildly. With the sound of the tree, it fell to the ground with the broken tree. The monk used the Daming Zun Dharma Seal to knock off his feather wings and slapped out a golden light. The latter's eagle beak pecked back, and the surroundings were full of crackling sounds of one person and one eagle churning.

"Fat monk, Master has never hit me...I'll beat you to death!"

The white smoke exploded with a bang.

The agile giant eagle disappeared without a trace. Fajing got up from the ground, folded his hands together in front of his chest, looked at the white air around him, chanting Buddha's words, and the copper ring with big earrings buzzed and shook at this time. He turned suddenly, and the white smoke suddenly surged, and a snake's head opened its mouth and rushed out with a loud bang.

The Great Ming Dynasty Dharma Seal—

His five fingers widened, slapped the snake's head with a palm, and slapped the huge head, and the thick and green scales slid to the ground, slid, and in the blink of an eye, he twisted the Fajing tightly and curled up. He bent his neck down, and his head as the size of a copper bell slowly drooped down. He stared at the monk who was in the middle of his long body and kept revealing the snake's letter. The snake kissed him, and the fishy wind rolled, and bit the monk like lightning.

‘Prajnapa’

In the red sky light, the Buddha's voice was like a bell, and a layer of gold appeared around the body. The bitten snake mouth was blocked by the Buddha's light on Fajing's body and could not enter half an inch.

The sound of Buddha echoes in the wind, drifting to the distant foothills. Behind the boundless trees, the old monk Zhenkong's face was covered with sweat, and his whole body was pulled away from Buddhism. His cultivation was greatly damaged. Without being tied with a rope and snake, it would be difficult to get up by himself.

With slightly closed eyes, he looked weakly at the five stone pillars that emitted evil spirits.

"Stop it... You won't die well, you will go to Avici Hell in the future!!"

Over there, Master Wuyuan lowered his arms and took them behind him, looking at the magic circle that had been formed, his beard and robe were soaked in the red light, and he gently caressed in the wind.

"Your Buddhist prison cannot tolerate the deity."

The old monk turned his face slightly and looked a little surprised. He raised his head and saw the red demon star hanging across the sky.

"...I have been running around this all my life, and it is impossible to stop. You, an old monk, will never understand."

At this moment, there was an indescribable calm in his eyes.

The wind blows across the foothills.

Wow—

In the distance of the temple, the forests were clamoring, and the trees were tilted and fell. The next second, the sound of Master Wuyuan sighing fell. He turned his head and saw a loud bang inward. Countless bricks splashed to the ground, and the dust in the sky showed a fat and tall outline.

The smoke and dust fell, and a rake with a bare teeth on the surface of the beast slashed across the air, leaning on the ground, the pig's mouth and fangs opened and closed, and a sound like a grinding iron began to sound.

"Hmph, Master Wuyuan, I, Lao Zhu, are not afraid of you."

Master Wuyuan nodded and smiled.

"So...it's Tianpeng."

As soon as the words fell, the steel-bred fangs flipped up, kicked the long handle, held the rake and went horizontally, and the feet burst out with a loud murderous intent.

The towering ginseng fruit tree, the hanging branches and leaves, swayed suddenly, and its fat body rushed over and collided with Master Wuyuan in an instant.

...........

On the east side of the mountain, the sky roared, and two blue and gold magic lights were roaring. Lu Liangsheng held the hilts of the two swords and flew over the occasionally appearing cities, villages, rivers, and surrounding winds were torn and twisted in the magic lights.

The man and snake who were fighting in front of Wujiang Mountain rolled on the ground, and the huge rocks were shattered and were knocked away by the swept-off snake tail. The fat monk who was still tweaked with golden light in the middle of his body refused to relax. The head of the spitting out the snake letter suddenly lifted up and headed to the east.

hiss?

The breeze exhaled a puzzled sound and felt a kind of depression. In an instant, two different colors of light flew from the distant sky in the cold snake's eyes. The messy ground around it, gravel shaking on the ground, the broken trees shook randomly, and then rolled up.

The thick and long body full of blue scales could not stop shaking. Fajing took the opportunity to slap his scales and exited from it. The moment he rolled to the ground, a blue and gold magic light filled the sight, and a roaring noise came out in his ears. Before he could stand up, he was blown away further by the violent wind and hit a big rock, and stopped.

The next second, the strong wind whistled.

Two long swords were held in the hands of a man and flew through the sky—

boom!

Boom boom!!

The strong wind raged, stirring the world. In the sound of the breeze "hiss~~", the thick and long snake body exposed its white belly and churned on the ground. The change technique could not be maintained and turned into a human form again. It floated up like a kite and hit the tree. The whole tree broke and fell down with a "click" sound.

In the shaking vision, the sword energy was scattered, and the soil and rocks on the ground were stripped and lifted up, revealing two terrifying gullies.

In Wujiang Mountain, the sound of ordinary spells and flesh hitting sounded at every part of the courtyard. The two figures that collided apart. Zhu Gangliu rose all over his body and stumbled backwards. The blue brick floor was shattered one after another, and the splashed pieces hit the courtyard wall, revealing deep holes.

The man with his big eyes stared at the opposite side of the bronze bell, and his sleeves suddenly opened. Zhu Gangwen, who was leaning on a weapon, felt a suction force, and he couldn't hold it firmly in his hand. The rake broke away and became a small path and flew straight into the man's cuff.

‘The universe in the sleeves…’

As the pig's mouth whispered, a "ding" sound suddenly came from his ears. Zhu Ganglie turned his head, and Master Wuyuan looked at the back of the mountain at the same time. He raised his head. On the green mountains, there was light blue and golden magic light blooming on the top of the mountain.

.........

The moon was inserted into the rock and soil.

‘Master Wuyuan…’

The wind blew past the mountain. Lu Liangsheng closed his eyes, his hair fluttered, and he pinched out the magic trick with his hands. He pointed to the hilt of the sword with magic patterns from the air, as if something was stopping him. As the scabbard was shaking, the sword body was removed from the scabbard bit by bit, and the sword surface gradually shone brilliant golden light, covering the sun, moon, stars, and wood carvings of mountains, rivers, and plants.

"The death of the air is to soar to the top of the sky, and the divine sword eliminates the demon and kills Lingxiao!"

In an instant, the floating Xuanyuan Sword dragged out a divine light and soared into the sky-

At the other foot of the mountain, the little Taoist boy who wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth stood up and wanted to fight with the fat monk there. Suddenly, a Buddhist chant came.

"I am merciful!"

Fajing lowered the seal made in his hand, looked at a thin figure in the distance, and walked towards the 9-tin staff.

"Master..."

The skinny old monk was the monk Zhenhai who came from Qishan.

The old monk nodded at him, his muddy gaze swept over the Taoist boy over there, and then looked at the top of the mountain ahead. The breeze followed his gaze and a golden color pierced into his eyes.

“That’s…”

Qingfeng's face turned pale, and the golden color reflected in the bottom of his eyes instantly turned into a golden sword surrounding the magic pattern.

The intent of the sword was sweeping across the world.

The next moment.

In the sky, Lu Liangsheng held the hilt of the sword in both hands, his robe and his black hair flew. He felt the moment the wind blew on his face, and suddenly opened his eyes.

He shouted angrily: "Chun!"
Chapter completed!