After completing the task of suppressing bandits, Wu Chong led a group of brothers back to the city. As soon as they entered the city, they saw a white fox fur hanging at the gate of the city, and a bald monk chanting sutras there.
"It's the master of Guangyuan Temple, except for a monster that has blended into our human society."
Seeing Wu Chong looking over, the brother next to him opened his mouth to explain.
They are all brothers who have been through fire and sword together, and the love they have for each other is beyond the comparison of ordinary people.
"Sure enough, human society cannot be too dissolute."
Looking at the white fox skin hanging there, Wu Chong thought silently.
The demonic power emanating from the white fox's skin is at least a hundred years old. Although it may not be able to defeat him, the method of hiding it is definitely not bad. He was still caught by someone trying to "subjugate demons and eliminate demons". This shows that human beings
The degree of danger in the core area. In the final analysis, the mainstream of this world is still controlled by humans, and it is still humans who occupy the central area.
"Let's go for a walk, have a drink, and see if there's anything good to see about slaying demons."
Wu Chong led a group of brothers to the tavern where they usually drink. It is better to stay away from human monks who like to slay demons and wait until they can restrain their demonic aura before coming here again.
Over there, the young monk who was chanting sutras raised his head and glanced at the backs of Wu Chong and others in confusion.
"Evil spirit?"
He originally wanted to go over and test it out, but after seeing the military uniforms on Wu Chong's group, he gave up the idea.
‘Forget it, the imperial court is in ruins and the world is in turmoil with monsters and monsters. It is not my personal power that can save it. What I can do is as far as I can see...’ Thinking of this, the monk continued to close his eyes and read the scriptures.
The demon-eliminating ceremony has been going on for half a month.
Half a month later, the monk left with the fox skin, but the expected scene of luring the demon out of the cave did not appear.
After the monk left, Wu Chong led his brothers to start an ordinary and boring life again.
In addition to suppressing bandits every day, he also eats wine, but for some reason, the number of bandits in the world is getting more and more suppressed. The general who suppressed bandits at the beginning also died in a large-scale water village suppressing bandits, and he was separated from him
The brothers who belonged to the same team also continued to lose their numbers in battle after battle. In the end, he was the only one left.
Three years have passed, and Wu Chong's demon power has become much more refined. His demon power has increased to thirty years. With the help of active practice and occasional additions, his strength has steadily improved, and there is no so-called bottleneck.
The new general had long since forgotten his role, and slowly disappeared into the ranks, becoming a veteran.
In the army of the old era, especially in times of war, personnel changes were frequent and unimaginable.
The newly joined soldiers would also gather around him and ask him questions.
Wu Chong would also answer with a smile, and then take them to drink.
He became a veteran and became the leader of the team.
After completing the task of suppressing bandits that day, Wu Chong had a drink with his brothers and said goodbye to everyone. He staggered back to his residence alone. As soon as he opened the door, the drunkenness on his face disappeared instantly.
"have a guest?"
Wu Chong squinted at the stranger sitting in the yard. Although the stranger did not speak, Wu Chong could clearly see the evil spirit surrounding him.
This is a monster who, like himself, uses the art of transformation to blend into human society.
"I have been observing you for three whole years, and you have not fulfilled the contract you signed with the mountain demon even once in these three years."
The man sitting in the yard raised his head and looked at Wu Chong, with a ferocious look on his face. Under his face, the shadow of a pangolin flashed away.
'Pangolin? Most likely it was sent by the mountain demon to keep an eye on it.'
Wu Chong closed the door and walked into the courtyard.
We are all monsters, and it would definitely be more convenient to talk about some things behind closed doors.
"For someone like you, why should the mountain demon choose you?"
"You came to me just to talk about this?"
Wu Chong promised the mountain demon to help him find someone, but that was incidental. He was not the other party's dog, so he could not serve the other party wholeheartedly. It was in line with his values to help him while doing his own thing well.
"It's not convenient here. Come with me out of the city."
The pangolin stood up and wrapped his black robe skillfully.
Wu Chong didn't hesitate and followed closely.
Both of them are monsters, so their speed is naturally not slow. The guard at the door is useless to them.
After a while, the two left the important town of Blackwater.
In the forest, the chirping insects all became silent due to the arrival of the two monsters, and the snakes, insects, rats, and ants that were secretly preying on them also all crawled down. The pressure from the monsters made the entire mountain forest quiet.
"I have served the mountain demon for many years. I thought he would choose me..."
The pangolin landed on a big rock, exuding dark purple aura. The aura soaring to the sky bent the surrounding vegetation! This is a monster with four hundred years of cultivation, and it still has one hundred years left before it can actively transform.
, and became a big monster with a famous name.
"But in the end he told me that you are more suitable than me."
As he spoke, the human skin on the pangolin's face was broken bit by bit like a paper lake, revealing the ferocious face of the monster underneath.
"I want to know what this so-called appropriateness actually means."
"You're talking nonsense, don't you just want to fight me?"
Wu Chong waved his hand, and a huge pumpkin hammer appeared in his hand. Now that he has thirty years of demon power, he can make the pumpkin hammer smaller and hang it on his waist.
Whoosh!
The two figures disappeared at the same time, and the pangolin's thick demonic aura directly wrapped around its claws, and it swung its claws into the air. Not only that, the shadow behind him also made exactly the same action, swinging its claws once to attack twice, and once in front of him.
You can hear the sound of wind and sonic boom, but the shadow behind is completely silent, as if it doesn't exist.
The pangolin's movements are very strange, and its demonic power is also very powerful.
Wu Chong expected that the four-hundred-year-old monster would have some tricks, but he did not expect it to be this kind of power. If the powerful enemies he has encountered since arriving in this world are first-level monsters, then this pangolin is a second-level monster!
The pumpkin hammer that Wu Chong attacked was strengthened again, and when the hammer surface hit the air, there was a sonic boom.
The other hand is constantly lifting another pumpkin hammer and striking it with the horizontal claw.
Peng!
The confrontation between the two ended immediately.
Wu Chong's pumpkin hammer hit the pangolin's right arm, bending his arm bones. During the process, the pangolin showed an expression of disbelief, as if he was doubtful about this power that was beyond normal logic.
The claw attack from the other hand was also successfully blocked by the pumpkin hammer.
The actual attack was blocked, but the phantom penetrated through, passing by like a spring breeze, without even touching Wu Chong.
But the fish scales on his chest suddenly exploded with four sparks struck by sharp claws, and the brutal demon power actually penetrated the fish scales, leaving four shallow wounds on his chest.
"What kind of attack is this?"
Wu Chong felt awe-struck. In their first fight, neither of them took advantage.
The pangolin knew that he was powerful, and he also knew that the pangolin's attacks were strange.
After touching the wound, Wu Chong showed a strange look on his face.
He discovered a problem.
This pangolin seems to be a little more agile, but its attack is a little lacking. The attack that hit him head-on with such a good opportunity only scratched a layer of his skin.