Chapter 40 Demon Flame

"If a monk is a fool, he can still be taught, but if a demon is a ghost, it will be a disaster?"

Wang Guan frowned, lowered his head and chewed the half-line of the poem, then suddenly raised his head, straightened his back, and the Taoist robes around him were windless and automatic.

A majestic and dark aura emanating from his skinny body.

The demonic aura is like a veil, covering the entire Daxiong Palace, seemingly illusory but very textured, making people feel difficult to breathe and almost faint.

Mandrill has many identities, monk, Taoist, human, and demon.

When playing the role of a monk, he is the abbot of the benevolent and kind-hearted Guhan Temple.

When playing a Taoist priest, he used the method of longevity to confuse the rich and powerful alchemists.

When acting as a mortal, he is the crown prince of the Nanzhili wealthy businessman who is kind and generous.

Only the last demon, the mandrill, does not need to be played. He is a demon, a vicious demon who drinks blood, leads beasts and cannibals.

"Hahahahahaha."

Wang Guan waved the sleeves of his Taoist robe and laughed wildly, "You said, I'm a demon?"

He took a light step in the air, and the stone floor of the Daxiong Hall below suddenly collapsed, leaving a huge footprint.

"You said, I am a demon?"

He took another step, and the little demons on both sides of the Daxiong Palace, who had not yet been cultivated, were directly bent by a foot in the air, and they lay down on the base of the Buddha statue one by one. Don't gushing out of the seven orifices like money.

"You said, I am a disaster?"

He took the third step, with a pale long beard and no wind, he swung his thin palms across and threw out a black, black, evil wind.

At first, the wind was as curved as a crescent moon and as narrow as a willow leaf. As the distance progressed, it gradually dissipated and deformed, and finally condensed into a row of skeleton soldiers clad in tough clothes and with grim and terrifying expressions.

"kill!"

Skeleton soldiers made up of demonic winds rose from their bodies with turbulent blue flames that were almost man-eating, roaring fiercely and charging brutally towards the mission team.

The little demons who had no time to evade along the way were only slightly brushed by the knives, guns, halberds, axes, hooks and forks in the hands of the skeleton soldiers, and their bodies began to decay rapidly.

In just a few breaths, it dissipated into a pool of yellow-green pus, and even the hasty cry for help was still stuck in his throat, and it was too late to shout out.

The monsters were changed, the ghosts were scattered, and the guests who still had the strength to act reluctantly under the coercion withdrew from the Daxiong Hall like the tide of the ebb tide.

There are no ghosts who want to participate in this struggle. They dare not, do not want to, and cannot.

Most of them are afraid of the possible liquidation of the mandrill after the struggle is over, thinking about launching a few long-range attacks in the air outside the hall to help punches,

Shouting "Wangguan Daoist is mighty" and messing around, it is absolutely impossible to take risks in person and set foot in the palace—the people who come to the banquet are all little monsters who think they are shameless and good at self-protection,

After all, these days, those demons who are not bright enough and rely on their demonic power to do anything wrong have long been eradicated by Taoist, Buddhist or government monks.

It's just that even if they retreated to the courtyard, the group of demons could still feel the majestic power of the crown in the Daxiong Palace. While being frightened, they were also deeply puzzled. Within a year, his cultivation had greatly increased to this level.

In the hall, facing the sudden attack of the skeleton soldiers, Wanli Fengdao snorted coldly, and pulled out the three-foot autumn water named "Zhanlong" from his waist.

bass--

Seen from a distance, the sword is like a smear of moonlight shining through the gaps in the clouds. The old face looked a lot more serene and majestic.

The three feet of water in the box of the predecessors once entered Wutan to kill dragon sons.

Wan Li Feng Dao meditated on the past that no one knew about in his heart, drew his sword and rushed forward into the skeleton battle formation.

wring, chop, pierce, spin, chop, cut,

The sword light was criss-crossing and shining like stars. He waded through the swords, guns, halberds, axes, axes and forks, broke out amidst the sound of gold and iron interlacing, and silently inserted the sword back into the hilt.

Behind him, the skeleton soldiers who were still holding their weapons high froze for a moment before collapsing suddenly.

"Sword playing?"

Wang Guan sneered, hovered in the air, raised his arms, stood upright on one foot like a golden rooster, and stepped down leisurely.

In the main hall, the ink-colored monster energy like a veil rolled, stirred, and condensed, like a black cloud covering the sky and covering the sun, pressing down on everyone together.

Wanli Fengdao's face changed suddenly, and he pressed his hand on the scabbard.

Everyone's scalp couldn't help being numb, the hairs all over their bodies stood on end, and the air seemed to be frozen and heavy. Breathing, which is usually an extremely simple action, needs to be done at this moment by pumping the chest with all its strength.

"Scatter!"

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

The armor is made up of more than 1,500 pieces of fish scale armor and more than 600 pieces of long armor. Both the chest, the front, and the back are polished as smooth as a mirror. The metal round guard, helmet, neck guard, ear guards, tiger head Shoulder armor, dragon head shawl, knee skirt, leg ties and suspenders are all available.

【Name: Mingguang Armor】

[Type: Armor]

[Quality: Rare]

[Defense: Medium]

[Special effect 1: Unyielding (passively increases the wearer's upper limit of physical fitness by 20%)]

[Special effect 2: Tenacity (passively enhances the wearer's toughness, reduces the duration and intensity of the wearer's effects such as dizziness, deceleration, and fear)]

[Remarks: Seeing the light of the sun, the world is bright. 】

Xing Hechou, who was wearing a golden iron armor, suddenly bent his knees. The wolf-headed knee armor collided with the iron knee skirt, hoarsely grinding, and the hard ground under his feet was crushed by gravity, breaking apart like a spider's web.

In the next moment, he jumped up high, like iron fists like cannonballs, and blasted towards the dark cloud of evil spirit.

Dark clouds overwhelm the city, and the city is about to be destroyed, and the armor shines on the golden scales of Japan!

For a long time, the mission team has been preparing for this day. Almost at the moment when Xing Hechou yelled "break up", the others dispersed in a tacit understanding.

Wanli Fengdao, who is best at light work, moved back and forth between the beams and columns on the left and right sides of the hall. Taking advantage of the gap between Xing Heshou's attention to Wang Guan's attention, he suddenly increased his speed. The waist of the woman named "Matchmaker" fell to the ground lightly.

"Stay still."

Wan Li Fengdao said something quickly, turned his head in a hurry, and saw that Xing Heshou, who was wearing a golden armor, had rushed into the black clouds, and his fists wrapped in the iron guard slammed on the soles of the mandrill's feet.

Zheng————

The sound of gold and iron interlacing resounded through the Daxiong Palace, and the shock wave visible to the naked eye shook the black cloud and spread outward.

The crown floating in the air leaned back and staggered a few steps before regaining its balance.

And Xing Hechou fell to the ground with a bang, under the iron guard, the palm of his hand was torn, and blood oozes out, and his clenched fists trembled unceasingly.

With a sweet throat, he swallowed the blood in his mouth with a stern face, barely stood up, looked at the crown in silence, and clarified that the fighting spirit in his eyes was burning like a flame.

"Humph."

Wang Guan snorted coldly, and put his hands behind his back in a roll of Taoist robe. As the hem of the robe violently swayed, the evil spirit condensed around him again into a pitch-black cloud.

"Fire borrows the power of the wind, and the wind aids the power of the fire."

There was no trace of emotion in the Taoist eyes, he looked down at the ants below indifferently, and said calmly.

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

The whole black cloud was burning fiercely, the flame was not orange and warm, but blue, cold, without any warmth.

The faint blue fire clouds, twisting and rising, burned the golden dome of the Daxiong Hall like tarsal maggots. Everything melted wherever it went. In an instant, the bricks and tiles were eroded, the beams were toppled, the walls collapsed, and the smoke and dust filled the air. The Daxiong Palace, with half of the roof burned, was exposed to the moonlight.

"It's a fierce monster flame splashing fire."

Li Ang was slightly dumbfounded, with a serious expression on his face. This demon fire will hurt if you rub it, and you will die if you touch it. This is much more terrifying than the white phosphorous bomb. He doesn't want to test whether the mortal body can withstand the burning of the demon flame.