"Monster, let go of my disciple, otherwise, be careful of your lives!" Chen Long pulled out the sadness of frost and greeted him, stopping the white elephant spirit.

"Hahaha, I didn't catch you, but you came to the door! Brother, third brother, let's see if I take this monk down, we'll go back and steam it!" Baixiang Jing laughed happily, "Young people, prepare some bamboo shoots, tea buds, fragrant mushrooms, mushrooms, tofu, gluten... When I catch Tang Monk, I will mix it with fat and greasy food!"

Are you planning to steam or make hot pot? Why have you made so many auxiliary ingredients? Chen Long couldn't help but complain, jumped up and held Frost and Sadness in his hands and chopped it on his head.

"It's a bit of a stance!" The White Elephant Spirit didn't care, so she raised her spear and planned to break the Shuangzhixue and took down Chen Long. Who knew that the power of this chopping was completely beyond the imagination of the White Elephant Spirit. Not only did it not break the Shuangzhixue, but she almost knocked down the sword by Chen Long.

"Haha, I heard that this elephant pull is the most beautiful taste of the world. Why don't I cut your nose to make it to eat later?" Hey, this idea seems to be really good. Should I make Huang Rong's wealthy elephant pull, or Liao Jie's aura? This old monster's elephant pull must be more delicious than ordinary elephant pull, right?

His elephant is so long that it seems that it is enough to make two dishes, so it is better to prepare both dishes. As for monks who cannot eat meat, it is no big deal. At most, I stuff his elephant into the portable space first and wait until I return to the real world before eating it. Anyway, this thing will not break in the portable space. Both of them are thinking about eating each other!

Chen Long drove out the spear of the White Elephant Spirit, then took advantage of the victory to pursue the White Elephant Spirit's empty door. His sword was as fast as a sword, and he headed towards the vital points of his chest, so that the White Elephant Spirit had no time to withdraw the spear and could only retreat step by step.

The White Elephant Spirit didn't expect that he would be forced into such a embarrassment by a mere mortal. Not only did he become angry, but he took a few steps and used his previous skills. His nose shook and threw it away, and he rolled towards Chen Long like a dragon. Sun Wukong was shocked and wanted to come to help, but was stopped by the Green-haired Lion Spirit.

"Haha, you dare to show off your skills? Let's see my magic weapon!" Chen Long had already prepared a way to deal with it. He held the sword in his right hand and continued to chop, but there was a glove on his left hand. He bent a few fingers and scratched the white elephant spirit a few times away. Then he saw that the white elephant spirit suddenly became numb all over and laughed wildly on the spot.

This prop is called tickling gloves. It can scratch the itchy gloves from the air within a range of about five meters without touching the other party. This was originally a prank prop, but it is more suitable to be used in such a place. The white elephant spirit loses strength when she smiles like this, and naturally her nose can't be shaken.

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!" The white elephant spirit laughed wildly, avoiding Chen Long's attack. The spear in his hand had long been thrown there. Chen Long took out Zhou Botong's left and right fighting technique and used it to distract him. While continuing to scratch the itch of the white elephant spirit, he waved the sadness of frost and continued to slash.

Chen Long laughed in his heart, I'm pretty kind, otherwise I'd use the sneeze missile I used to deal with Red Boy and send you a shot. Your nose is so long, what if you sneeze? It seems that you can't stop at all, right?

The White Elephant Spirit was forced to get tight. I thought with a cruel heart that the sword didn't look like a magic weapon. I just took him down with a sword, so I let Shen Long's sadness stab at his arm, but his other hand grabbed Chen Long. When he knew that the sword was in his body, he felt a burst of wispy chill. The sword blade directly pierced the shoulder armor and stabbed the White Elephant Spirit's right arm. Then the chilling spirit penetrated into his arm, and his whole body was stiff.

The sadness of frost was buried under the Northrend Glacier for many years and had long been stained with cold air. It also had the effect of absorbing vitality and harming the soul. If this sword was taken, the white elephant spirit suffered a great loss.

Soon, another effect exploded. The white elephant spirit's arm swollen at a speed visible to the naked eye, making the white elephant spirit scream. This was not the original effect of Frost's sorrow, but Chen Long wiped the scorpion spirit from the scorpion spirit of the Pipa Cave of the Poisonous Evil Mountain on the blade. This poison cannot even be withstood the Tathagata, let alone the White Elephant Spirit?

"Okay, you monk, why are you so traumatic? " Bai Xiang's sperm rolled on the ground in pain, cursing angrily. Tempering weapons is obviously a common method used by monsters. When did you, a monk, learn this?

"Haha, are you killing innocent people indiscriminately and have the face to say to me?" Chen Long put Shuangzhi's sadness under his neck and shouted to the little demon behind him, "Get back my disciple, otherwise I will take the life of your king!"

"King!" The little monsters surrounded the little white dragon, not knowing what to do for a moment.

The white elephant spirit wanted to be stubborn, but Chen Long didn't say anything. He just gently drew a strait in front of his chest with frost sadness. The chill and severe pain came again, and the pain made the white elephant spirit burst out tears, so he had to agree repeatedly.

The green-haired lion and the golden-winged roc eagle had no intention of fighting there, and they all jumped out of the circle, replaced the white elephant spirit with the little white dragon, then stopped and retreated back into the cave, locked the door and discussed countermeasures.

"Master, I'm ashamed." Xiao Bailong's face turned red and he said embarrassedly. It was him who came to protect Chen Long, but who knew that now he was Chen Long coming to save him.

"The lion ran fast. In another thirty or fifty rounds, I, Lao Sun, could take him down." Sun Wukong was a little unwilling.

"The eldest brother is right, that flat-haired beast is lucky. If it weren't for running away, I and Junior Brother Sha can take him down!" Zhu Bajie took the opportunity to yell.

Back in the cave, the white elephant spirit was still wailing. The horse-sucking poison was not so easy to remove. The green-haired lion and the golden-winged roc eagle took out various medicines, but they could not completely remove the horse-sucking poison. Seeing that the white elephant spirit's arms were swollen and bigger, and a bright red bag bulged on her chest.

The Golden-winged Roc Eagle couldn't help but smack her tongue, "What kind of poison is this? It's so powerful?"

"In the past, the Buddha Tathagata was stung by a scorpion. The scorpion then fled to the Pipa Cave of the Poison Enemy Mountain. I heard that the scorpion spirit was beaten to death by Sun Wukong. Perhaps the poison was obtained from the scorpion spirit. This monk is so vicious!" The green-haired lion spirit remembered a past event.

"It's not a solution for the second brother to continue to hurt like this. Why don't we let them go and let them hand over the antidote!" said the green-haired lion spirit.

The golden-winged Roc eagle's eyes turned, as if they had some ideas.
Chapter completed!