"A monk is a fool, but a demon will cause disaster if he is a ghost?"

Wang Guan frowned, lowered his head and chewed the half of the poem. He suddenly raised his head and straightened his back. His Taoist robe was windless. His hair, beard and moustache, which had been well-tidy, twisted freely as if he had life.

From his thin body, a dark and ink-like magical aura emanates from him.

The demonic aura was like a veil, covering the entire Main Hall. It seemed illusory but had a very texture, making people feel difficult to breathe and almost fainted.

The mandrill has many identities, including monks, Taoists, people, and demons.

When playing the role of a monk, he was the abbot of the kind-hearted Gu Han Temple.

When playing the role of a Taoist priest, he used the method of immortality to deceive the powerful and powerful alchemists of the rich and powerful families.

When playing the role of a mortal, he was the rich merchant of Nanzhili who was kind and generous and kind.

Only the last demon, the mandrill, does not need to be played. He is a monster, an extremely vicious demon who eats raw meat and drinks blood, and leads beasts to eat people.

“Hahahahahaha.”

Wang Guan waved his Taoist robe and sleeves and laughed wildly, "You said, am I a demon?"

He took a step in the air lightly, and the stone floor of the Main Hall below suddenly collapsed, and a giant footprint sunk out.

"You said, I'm a demon?"

He took another step. The little demons on both sides of the Great Hall who had not yet grasped their cultivation were directly bent by a foot from the air and lay down on the base of the Buddha statue. His face was horrified, his body trembled wildly, and blood gushed out of his seven orifices as if he was not allowed.

"You said, I'm a disaster?"

He took the third step, his pale and long beards without wind, and his thin palm swept across the dark demonic qi wind.

The storm was initially curved like a hook moon and narrow like willow leaves. It gradually dissipated and deformed as the distance progressed, and finally condensed into a row of skeleton soldiers wearing hard and sharp-stricken expressions.

"kill!"

The skeleton soldiers composed of demon wind rose up around them with a few dark blue and violent demon flames that were about to eat, and roared shrillly to charge savagely towards the mission team.

The little demon who had no time to avoid along the way was just a little swept by the swords, guns, swords, halberds, axes, hooks and forks, and their bodies began to decay quickly.

In just a few breaths, it was eroded into a pool of yellow pus. Even the helpless call for help was stuck in my throat and there was no time to shout it out.

The demons are clear and the ghosts are retreating. The guests who still have the strength to act barely under pressure will withdraw from the Main Hall like a tide of ebbing.

There are no monsters and ghosts who dare not, do not want to participate in this struggle, nor can they be.

At most, they were afraid of the possible liquidation of the mandrill after the end of the struggle, and wanted to put out a few long-range attacks outside the hall to help the fist.

The scene of a gangster shouting "Master Wang Guan is mighty" is absolutely impossible to take risks in person, and step into the hall - those who come to attend the banquet are all little monsters who think they are shameless and good at protecting themselves.

After all, those demons who are not smart enough these days and rely on their demonic power to be aware of their evil power have long been eradicated by monks from Taoism or government offices.

But even if they retreated to the courtyard, the demons could still feel the powerful demon power of the crown in the Great Hall. While they were frightened, they were also deeply confused. They couldn't help but wonder if the Hundred Demon Pills were really so effective that they could greatly increase their cultivation level in just one year.

In the hall, facing the skeleton soldiers who were raiding, Wanli Fengdao snorted coldly, and pulled out the three-foot Qiushui named "Slaying Dragon" from his waist.

bass--

From a distance, the sword was like a ray of moonlight shining in the gaps of clouds. The cold air was so cold that it was bright and bright. Against the backdrop of the sword light, even the old face of Wanli Seal Sword, which had been overloaded for at least ten years, seemed much quieter and more majestic.

The senior had three feet of water in the box and once entered Wutan to kill Longzi.

Wanli Fengdao silently recalled the past that no one knew in his heart, drew his sword and rushed forward into the skeleton battle formation.

twist, chop, prick, spin, chop, cut, cut,

The sword light was scattered like a star. He waded through swords, spears, swords and halberds, axes, hooks and forks, broke through the formation with the sound of gold and iron intertwined, and inserted the sword back to the hilt in silence.

Behind him, the skeleton soldier who was still holding his weapons was stiff and stiff for a moment, then he realized it and collapsed with a bang.

"Shad a sword?"

Wang Guan sneered, leaned into the air, raised his arms, and stood upright like a golden rooster standing alone, stepping down leisurely.

The hall was like a gauze of ink, rolling, stirring, and condensed, like a black cloud covering the sky and the sun, pressing towards everyone together.

Wanli Fengdao's expression changed rapidly, and his hand pressed on the scabbard.

Everyone's scalp can't help but feel numb, and the hairs all over their body stand up, and the air seems to have solidified. Breathing, which is extremely simple in daily life, requires doing everything possible to urge the chest cavity to complete.

"Split!"

Xing Hechou roared, golden light flashed all over his body, and an ancient iron armor appeared on his burly body.

The armor is made of more than 1,500 pieces of fish scale armor and more than 600 pieces of long armor. The front and back of the chest are polished very smoothly as mirror-like metal round guards, helmets, neck protections, ear protections, tiger heads, shoulder armors, dragon heads, arms, knee skirts, legs and legs.

【Name: Mingguang Armor】

【Type:Armor】

【Quality: Rare】

【Defense: Medium】

[Special Effect 1: Unyielding (passively increase the wearer's physical fitness limit by 20%)]

[Special Effect 2: Toughness (passively improves the wearer's toughness and reduces the duration and intensity of the wearer's dizziness, slowing down, fear and other effects)]

[Note: Seeing the light of the sun, the world is bright.]

Xing Hechou, wearing golden iron armor, bent his knees suddenly, and the wolf's head and knee armor collided with the iron knee skirt, hoarse and sharpened. The hard ground under his feet was crushed by gravity and shattered like a spider web.

The next moment, he jumped high, like iron fists, like shells, and rushed towards the cloud of demonic energy.

The black clouds are pressing against the city and are about to destroy it, and the armor light opens toward the sun and golden scales!

For a long time, the mission team has been preparing for this day. Almost the moment Xing Hechou shouted "disperse", the others scattered in a tacit understanding.

The Wanli sealing sword, who is best at light skills, moved back and forth between the left and right beams of the hall. Taking advantage of Xing Hechou's grave, he suddenly increased his speed. Several rabbits rose and fell, swept across the cauldron in front of the Main Hall, and hugged the waist of the woman named "Matchmaker" and landed lightly on the ground.

"Stay still."

Wanli Fengdao said quickly, turned his head hurriedly, and saw Xing Hechou wearing golden armor rushing into the black clouds, and his fists wrapped in iron guards hit the soles of the mandrill's feet in front.

Zheng ———

The sound of gold and iron intertwined throughout the Main Hall, and the shock wave visible to the naked eye shook the black clouds and spread outward.

The crown floating in the air leaned back and staggered for several steps before regaining the balance.

Xing Hechou fell to the ground with a bang. The iron piece protected his hand and the tiger's mouth torn apart, oozing blood, and his clenched fists were trembling.

His throat sweetened, he swallowed the blood in his mouth with a stern face, barely stood up, looked at Wang Guan silently, clarifying that the fighting spirit in his eyes was surging, as if there was a flame.

"snort."

Wang Guan snorted coldly, and a roll of Taoist robe put his hands behind him. As the clothes were swelling violently, the demonic energy condensed into dark clouds all over him.

"Fire takes advantage of the wind, and the wind helps the fire power."

The Taoist's eyes were without any emotion, and he looked down at the ants below indifferently, and said calmly.

The black cloud behind him was like a pool of oil being thrown into a match. First a spark flashed, followed by a fire!

The entire black cloud burned wildly, and the fire was not orange-yellow and warm, but rather blue, cold, without any trace of temperature.

The dark blue fire burned the clouds, twisting and rising, like maggots on the golden roof of the Main Hall. Everything melted wherever they went, and in an instant, bricks and tiles eroded, beams fell, walls collapsed, and smoke and dust filled the main hall, which had half burned the roof, was exposed under the moonlight.

"What a fierce demonic flame splashing fire."
Chapter completed!