At this time, in Mi Kong, the Saint Domain has already spread out around Zhuma and Gan Muyun.
In this area, he is the master and the god. He can almost decide the fate of any other living being in a single thought. He can live if he wants them to live, and die if he wants them to die.
It is almost impossible for a cultivator whose cultivation level is less than that of a saint to have the ability to move freely in his domain.
However, the man seemed not to be affected at all and could come and go as he pleased.
saint?
Mi Kong's heart trembled, and he stared at the man's young and fierce face nervously, and for a moment he was a little unsure of the opponent's approach.
"Just go straight in that direction."
The moment the young man approached, Gan Muyun felt her whole body relax and regained her ability to move. She decisively raised her jade arm and pointed in the direction of north by east.
Just because she had recognized that the man who suddenly appeared was none other than the young master who followed Zhong Wen in during the decisive battle of Xiqi, Gui Mandrill.
"Thank you!"
Ghost Mandrill answered nonchalantly, then turned slightly sideways and strode away in the direction pointed by Gan Muyun.
"Boy, stop!"
After being promoted to a saint, Mi Kong has already grown to the point where he cannot survive. He believes in his heart that he is second only to Beidou in the Valley of Strangers. Now he is about to show off his power, capture the two beauties, and enjoy all the tenderness, but he is surrounded by an inexplicable person.
The boy came in and disturbed me, but he couldn't help but shouted sharply, "Who are you? Why are you going to the Stranger Valley?"
"It's none of your business?"
Ghost Mandrill glanced at him coldly, his face full of impatience, "Get out!"
"How dare you speak to me like this."
Mikong didn't expect to be so scorned by a young man. He immediately felt angry and furious, "Do you know who I am?"
"stupid guy!"
Mandrill glanced at him with a look of care for the mentally retarded, then his face darkened, and suddenly a violent and ferocious aura came out of his body, and he said coldly, "If you don't want to die, get out of here!"
At this moment, Mi Kong felt that all the hair on his body stood on end, and his heartbeat accelerated, as if what was standing in front of him was not a person, but a cruel and ferocious ancient evil beast, and he was just a weak and powerless white rabbit who could be killed by the other party at any time.
It swooped up and tore into pieces easily.
Just being glanced at by Demon Mandrill, he instinctively took two steps back.
Ghost Mandrill sneered, a look of disdain flashed in his eyes, and then turned around and walked towards the direction of the Stranger Valley, never paying attention to the man who took the initiative to find trouble.
"You brat, you're looking for death!"
Mikong finally couldn't hold himself back anymore and shouted angrily. The momentum around him surged, and the formless saint's realm filled the four directions, fiercely shrouding the ghost mandrill.
At the same time, he suddenly raised his right arm and punched the fiercely facing young man in the back. The force was so powerful and domineering that it far exceeded the limit that a spiritual master cultivator could achieve. It seemed as if even heaven and earth were affected.
To be blown to pieces.
Only the supreme saint can unleash this level of power.
"careful!"
Feeling the vast power of Mi Kong's punch, Zhuma's pretty face changed color slightly, and Gan Muyun even reminded him anxiously.
However, facing the terrifying blow from Saint Mi Kong, Demon Mandrill did not show the slightest panic on his face. He just frowned slightly and said coldly: "You asked for this."
After saying that, he suddenly turned around, raised his hand and punched Mikong fiercely.
At the same time, a radius of several hundred feet was suddenly shrouded in violent and domineering black flames. The temperature of the entire sky instantly rose a lot. The many raptors following Gan Muyun seemed to have fallen into an oven.
They all screamed and flew away, fearing that if they escaped too slowly, they would be turned into kebabs by this vicious man's black flames.
He is really a saint!
Seeing that the ghost mandrill was moving unimpeded in his own domain, Mikong's expression changed. Even though he was unwilling to do so, he still had to admit that the arrogant young man in front of him had actually entered the realm of a saint.
"boom!"
Before he could wake up from the shock, their fists had collided hard, the violent sound was deafening, and terrifying air waves surged in all directions.
The power of the two saints fighting head-on was so terrifying. Just the aftermath of the collision made Gan Muyun and Zhuma unbearable, and their delicate bodies were almost torn apart.
Finally, under the control of Demon Mandrill, Mikong's Saint Domain was greatly weakened, and the two women were able to regain their freedom. They evacuated at an unimaginable speed, fearing that they would be tragically affected in the battle between the two Saints and get shot while lying down.
After a long time, the light, shadow and sound caused by this punch gradually faded away, revealing the two figures again.
Mi Kong's face was pale, with blood at the corner of his mouth, and a look of disbelief in his wretched little eyes. The sleeve on his right side was completely broken, revealing a burnt black arm with green smoke coming out. There were many damages and wounds on the skin surface.
But it was sintered by black flames, and even the blood could not flow out, which was unbearable to look at.
On the other hand, Ghost Mandrill stood there calmly and calmly, with a sinister smile hanging on the corner of his mouth. The coat on his body was intact, and it seemed that not even his skin was scratched.
In one move, a decision can be made.
As both saints, in a head-on confrontation, Mikong was no match for Demon Mandrill.
Where did such a freak come from?
Why have I never heard Master Beidou mention before that there are such monsters in the outside world?
Looking at the mandrill's ferocious appearance and cold expression, Mi Kong felt uneasy and unknowingly retreated, vaguely thinking of giving way.
"I thought it was so powerful, but it turns out it's just a silver pewter gun tip, it looks pretty good but useless."
Just when he was hesitating, Zhuma's charming and sultry voice suddenly came to his ears, "No, he looks so ugly, I should say that he is neither attractive nor useful."
Mi Kong's face darkened, and he turned around to look, only to see Zhuma in the distance smiling sweetly and looking forward, her beautiful eyes full of contempt and disdain.
"You bitch, it's useless, you'll know when you get into my bed!" He was immediately upset and threatened fiercely, "I hope you can still laugh at that time."
"I don't want people to get into your bed."
Being insulted by his words, Zhuma's eyes flashed, and he didn't seem to care much. Instead, he pointed at the ghost mandrill and said with a giggle, "This brother is so powerful that he beats you just for fun. Even if he wants to go up, he should do it."
Just go to his bed."
"Fart, that's because I haven't taken it seriously yet!"
Being compared to other men by a beautiful girl in front of her, Mikong's self-esteem was greatly damaged. She was really angry and anxious, and said angrily, "Watch who is the real man!"
As soon as he finished speaking, seven more Mi Kongs appeared in the sky who looked exactly the same. Each of them had sinister features, skinny skin, and all exuded the mysterious aura of the unity of heaven and man.
In addition, the Mi Kong that was disturbed by Lao Hei had also escaped from the evil spirit. The nine Mi Kongs spread out and stood in a circle, surrounding the ghost mandrill.
Nine saints!
Zhuma's expression seemed unchanged, but there was already a turmoil in her heart, and there was a hint of worry in her eyes as she looked at Demon Mandrill.
Mi Kong's physique can be called abnormal, and the clone's strength level is very close to that of the original body.
Now that he has entered the holy path, his clone's cultivation has actually reached the realm of a saint. In this way, nine Mi Kongs are nine saints.
Even if the strength is slightly inferior to the original body, he is still a saint, the pinnacle of the realm, and the limit of a cultivator.
If Zhuma hadn't killed twenty-seven clones in the spiritual realm, Mi Kong could even directly transform into thirty-six saints at this time.
And the thirty-six saints, even in the ancient times when geniuses abounded, were a terrifying force that could dominate an area.
Although there are only nine left now, it may not be possible for Demon Mandrill to completely make up for the gap in number by himself.
Should I abandon him and run away with Sister Bande first?
Seeing that the situation of the ghost mandrill was not good, Zhuma's eyes flashed, and such an idea came to his mind involuntarily.
"You brat, do you understand?"
Just when she was thinking a lot, nine Mi Kongs spoke at the same time and shouted to the ghost mandrill, "This is how serious I am, you don't have the slightest chance!"
"Sicha, what's the difference between nine pieces of garbage and one piece of garbage?"
Ghost Mandrill sneered, slowly raised his right arm, and the black flames around him suddenly gathered together, condensing a huge blade in his palm.
Kill the God!
He actually used the black spiritual flame to transform himself into the god-slaying giant blade.
At the moment when this giant spiritual blade appeared, the surrounding temperature surged upward again. Under the terrifying high temperature, even Zhuma and Gan Muyun in the distance felt faintly fierce and suffocating.
,Difficulty breathing.
"Go to hell!"
The nine Mi Kongs shouted angrily at the same time, and then each used their unique moves to kill the mandrill in the center.
Facing Mi Kong who was attacking from all directions, Ghost Mandrill looked calm, raised the god-slaying giant blade high, and showed a ferocious and cruel smile...
…
"what is that?"
About a mile away from the Stranger Valley, a Jiang family master suddenly pointed at the sky and exclaimed.
Grandma Xiong looked up and saw streaks of silver-white light passing above her head, rushing towards the distance, not knowing where she was going.
They are all spiritual masters!
Her eyes narrowed, her heart skipped a beat, and she instantly recognized that every one of these thousands of streams of light was actually a cultivator with at least the strength of a spiritual master.
A powerful practitioner with silver-white hair!
At this moment, one of the figures stopped suddenly and lowered his head to look in the direction of Granny Xiong.
When their eyes met, Grandma Xiong felt trembling and startled.
I saw that the pupils of this white-haired man were actually emitting a dazzling golden light.
This chapter has been completed!