In the magic cultivator camp, Lange's face was ashen and his breath was slightly unsteady. He sat down on the felt mat, kicking and breathing heavily. His blue robe had long been torn.
On the ground of the barracks, the Yew Demon King struggled to get up. His body was riddled with holes. In his dantian, the Demon Infant was even more cracked. He sat cross-legged in his dantian, with gurgling black blood coming out of his mouth. The Yew Demon King didn't pay much attention to his injuries.
, he had a dark face and an extremely flustered expression. He looked at Lange and was trembling.
"King Yew, go back and adjust your breath. The failure is not your fault. It is the king who is proud and complacent and plays tricks on you. In the end, he was taken advantage of by the bald donkeys, which led to your serious injury."
"Your Majesty... it's my junior brother who is incompetent!" King Yew was so excited that his whole body tensed up.
"Stop talking, I, the Holy Demon Arm King, swear to take it back to you. Tomorrow the city will be broken and these two thieves will be killed." Lange waved his hand fiercely.
At this moment, a black shadow flew in. After the black shadow flew in, he knelt down on the ground and said in a trembling voice: "I'm telling you, Sir, Demon General Hei Ran is missing. According to the report of the demon guard who is guarding the Demon Soul Lamp,
Demon General Heiran’s demon soul lamp has been extinguished.”
"What? Hei Ran is dead too? Isn't there no bald donkey in that hillock? He was allowed to lurk for a long time, and then he was completely wiped out by me, without even his soul escaping?!" Lange was completely furious, as if
An angry lion.
The demon king in green who was standing aside frowned, hesitated for a moment, and said in a low voice: "Sir, that shouldn't be the case. We were all paying attention to the competition at that time, and no one had ever been to that hill. What the hell?!"
"You're the one who sees ghosts! You pighead, we are demons, we are afraid of ghosts even if we see them. Do ghosts dare to go?"
"Yes, yes! Your Excellency is right, it must be the smooth-talking Monk Hua. Yan Qing will lead one hundred thousand disciples to attack the city now. If they don't hand over the crystal stone and the Holy Demonic Arm, I will destroy the Demon Suppressing Pass!"
The Tsing Yi Demon King stood up and roared.
"Go away! If you can conquer the Demon Suppressing Pass, tomorrow this Demon King will be yours!" Lange was furious.
The devil in yellow who had been standing silently had a sneer on his sinister face: "Sir, please calm down. We must calm down now. A mere gain or loss is nothing. As long as we conquer the big formation, the demon-suppressing barrier will be broken.
. Having said that, with the late cultivation of Hei Ran Demon Pill, even the ordinary Nascent Soul Buddha cultivator may not be an opponent, let alone an instant kill, and even the soul cannot escape. According to Huang Yi, the opponent must have been powerful.
Only when the Nascent Soul monk lurks there can we succeed in the sneak attack. That flat-headed monk is very strange. We are being restrained in every way and all our attempts are unsuccessful. It may have something to do with him."
"Well, the devil in yellow is right. Alas, I am still too impatient." Lange gradually calmed down, closed his eyes and sighed.
"Sir, this man is the leader, he can live and drink, he can even openly bring his concubines, and he even holds Buddhist treasures. This is extremely unusual in Famen Temple. Huang Yi believes that he must be one of those old bald men on Tiantai Mountain.
Donkey’s direct disciple or nephew!”
"Personal disciple? Impossible! Isn't that Niehai a direct disciple of Lao Ballu? Why don't you see him hugging you? How did this person pop up? Why do we have no information at all? Could it be that he is the nemesis of my demon clan?
?!" Lange said to himself, looking at the rolling dust outside, feeling a chill in his heart.
A stream of light flew into the tent and landed accurately in front of Lan Ge. Lan Ge's spiritual consciousness lightly swept, and suddenly he looked overjoyed.
"Sir, has the mighty cannon arrived?" the orange-clothed devil asked hurriedly.
"Yes, our trump card is here! Haha, God helps me! God helps me! Pass my order, all disciples, rest and standby. Once the divine cannon returns to its position, it is time for us to attack with all our strength. Let's go, follow me.
Go see this mighty cannon!"
As Lange spoke, he stood up and the gloom on his face disappeared.
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In a ten-thousand-foot-long barracks of the Black Demon Army, a completely black "hill" is placed quietly. The "hill" is pointed at the top and wide at the bottom. It is a hundred feet high and has a radius of two hundred feet. The "mountain" is densely engraved with countless black magic patterns.
, under the reflection of the sun, the black light glass seems to be completely natural.
Lange stood under the "hill" and walked back and forth several times. His spiritual consciousness scanned it again and again for a long time, but he still couldn't understand the specific structure of this powerful cannon. Several other demon kings also looked excited, but they also
He looked confused, wondering how to use this big guy.
As a last resort, Lange had no choice but to ask an old man with a white beard and black face who was following behind him: "Is this the Divine Cannon?"
The white-bearded old man took a step forward and answered with cupped hands: "Sir, yes, it's a powerful cannon. Our Shenji Camp spent three years, spent 80 million yuan of various kinds of fine gold, and carved 50 million of the best magic stones into it.
It was finally refined by fusing the essence and blood of 10 million demon monks and referring to the structure of the divine light emitter in front of the forehead of each of our eight demons."
"Well, it sounds very mysterious, but I don't know how effective it is? It won't be just a showpiece, right?" Lange nodded secretly.
"Sir, the Divine Power Cannon is no mere frivolity. It has six-level defensive magic power and eight-level offensive magic power. It can destroy mountains and cities and collapse cities. It can emit the light of the eight demons. The beam is one foot long and wide. It is pure and strong. It is
Generally, the power of the divine light on the Demon King's forehead can be fired hundreds of times, which is equivalent to the power of one hundred Demon King's volley. The Buddha's Light Crossing Heart Formation at the Demon-Suppressing Pass is a seventh-level formation. I am completely confident that under the full power of the Divine Power Cannon,
With stimulation, it only takes five times to completely annihilate the Buddha's light and break through the formation." The white-bearded old man explained eloquently. At the end of the sentence, he couldn't help but show pride.
"Okay, okay! This cannon is very good. What do you call the master? Do you have any position in the Shenji Battalion?" Lange was in a very happy mood and praised him repeatedly.
"Old Hei Tong is the deputy deacon of the Shenji Battalion, master of formations, and weapon refining. Sir, although the Shenwei Cannon is extremely sharp, it also has two major weaknesses..."
"Eh? Weakness? What weakness?" Lange frowned.
"First, have you seen this, sir? This mighty cannon is as huge as a mountain. With fine gold and auxiliary materials, it weighs more than hundreds of millions. This is its final form. It cannot be condensed, so it is extremely difficult to move it.
It is laborious and slow. To move it, one hundred demon generals or ten demon kings are needed at a time. This is the main reason why it took so long to reach the demon-suppressing pass."
"This...? It can't be condensed?" Lange felt cold in his heart and immediately added: "Can't it be put into a magic weapon such as a storage bracelet?"
"Alas, I have tried super-large-capacity magic weapons such as storage bracelets and storage belts, but they all ended in failure. They are heavy and huge. Within Kyushu, I have not found a treasure that can bear it. And there is no huge god above the level of a great monk.
Consciousness cannot cover it at all..."
"Okay, what's the second weakness?" Lange asked with a stern face.
"Secondly, it consumes a lot of magic stones. When activated once, it consumes half a million high-quality magic stones." Hei Tong said weakly.
"Half a million?!" Lange swallowed and glanced at the black-clothed devil ten feet away: "Black-clothed devil, how many top-quality magic stones do we still have in stock?"
The devil in black looked around and awkwardly said: "Sir, there are only 1.5 million left!"
"One and a half million? Is there a mistake? Why did we only bring so few top-quality magic stones?" Lange was shocked. He thought of less, but he didn't expect that it was only enough to stimulate three times.
"Sir, when we set out, the salary stones we brought were mainly high-level magic stones and mid-level magic stones. We only brought five million of the top-level magic stones. This was all in accordance with your instructions. You said that the top-level magic stones were
The stone will be used in the construction of the Divine Cannon, so, so..."
"Then it should be five million?!"
"Oh, last time I was given one million by the Demon King of Bishan, saying that he was leading a team to participate in a mission. He never came back, and of course the best magic stones were gone. The various high-level magic weapons used in sieges in the past few days,
Another one million was spent, plus the salaries received by the demon kings..."
"Stop talking! You guys, take out all the top-grade magic stones you have on your body, and at the same time call on all the soldiers to donate the top-grade magic stones in your hands. Donate one now, and when you go back, I, Lange, will give him ten in return. I
The goal is very simple. You must collect the power of the Divine Cannon for ten times. Yan Qing, go and immediately issue a message to the entire camp to collect the best magic stones. When tomorrow comes, no matter what method you use, you must
Bring me two million magic stones. The victory or defeat of the Demon Suppression Pass depends on this!"
Lange said with a look of determination on his face. (To be continued.)