The red meat ball was extremely violent, and red flames rose from its body, turning the rocks and vegetation around it into ashes. Anyone who caught it scolded him, and with a flick of his hand, a ball of red flame shot towards the miserable old farmer.
"Man-Eating Demon Lord, why bother? Why bother? It's not easy for me to survive these years. After I get out of trouble, I don't want to be targeted by heaven so quickly." The figure of the old farmer swayed in the wind, and four clones appeared, avoiding them.
The attack also blocked four directions.
The four figures all had different expressions and movements, and they actually looked like four real living people. They rolled up their sleeves, smoothed their beards, stretched their waists, or shook their heads with their hands behind their backs. They did not take the attack of the meat ball seriously at all.
"Old Demon Nanshan, do you really want to be an enemy of me? I don't believe that your recovery speed is faster than mine." Roudan's voice was erratic, sometimes hoarse, sometimes sharp, causing the forest to drop leaves and make birds and beasts run away.
"There are three thousand avenues. It is not strength that determines life or death. You can't understand the tens of thousands of years of sealing, but don't implicate us good demons who have suddenly awakened." The old farmer-like man still showed no sign of taking action.
"You? When Kunlun escaped from trouble, how many demons were able to escape under the attack of Heaven's Punishment? It's not that I look down on you. When it comes to your ability to escape, all of you demons put together are not even one percent of my ability."
A terrifying human face emerged from the bloody mass of flesh, staring at the Nanshan Old Demon with great disdain, but his eyes were a little erratic, looking around to see if there were any other enemies lurking around.
Deep in the forest, there was a sudden sound of messy footsteps, clicking, clicking, not like human beings.
"Haha, we hate each other when we meet old friends. The Man-Eating Demon King remains as charming as ever. I really miss him. Mr. Dongguo is so polite." An old voice came from the forest, accompanied by the messy sound of hooves, a rider
The old man looks like a poor scholar, holding a scroll in his hand, and his robes are in tatters, and he has a certain air of Confucianism.
Seeing this person, the red meat ball suddenly became violent and said angrily: "Old Demon Dongguo, you are not dead yet? Damn it, seeing the old demon Nanshan, I should have guessed that you can survive. Get out now
Yes, I can forgive you for offending me."
Mr. Dong Guo rode a gray donkey, walked to Nanshan and stood next to a clone. He cupped his hands and said with a smile: "Demon Lord, you are in a hurry. I have something I have wanted to say to you for a long time. I don't want to say anything in my heart."
Not happy."
"What are you talking about?" The red meat ball changed its appearance again, standing like a skinless giant among the rocks.
"Go to your mother and don't bark in front of us. How can you have the courage to show off your power in front of me and the ancestors of Nanshan?" Mr. Dongguo finished scolding, raised the scroll in his hand and smashed it.
The scroll was thrown out, and the black light shone, dyeing the dark night thicker and darker. Countless sounds of reading came from the scroll. Not only was it unpleasant, but it was mixed with the sounds of resentment and curses.
The black light of the sutra scroll enveloped the red meat ball, and the red flames flickering on the meat ball could not break away the black light of the sutra scroll.
"Old Demon Dongguo, you are looking for death." The Man-Eating Demon Lord was furious, roared wildly, and sprayed out dozens of meatballs the size of fingernails from his mouth. The meatballs swayed in the air, spread out their bodies, and turned out to be one with a
Flesh-winged insects buzzed and rushed toward the barrier shrouded in scrolls.
Creaking, creaking, the black light curtain was like substance. Under the impact of the insects, it made a tooth-grinding sound. Every time there was an abnormal sound, the surrounding void seemed to collapse, with violent fluctuations, which made people panic.
Mr. Dongguo grunted, stepped off the gray donkey, took three or four steps back, and sat down, almost throwing him off.
"Fellow Taoist Nanshan, take action quickly to suppress this demon." Mr. Dongguo shouted urgently.
"Alas, when is the time to retaliate? You two start fighting as soon as you meet. Why bother?" Nanshan Ancestor looked sad. With a flick of his hand, he took out a rusty hoe from nowhere and smashed the bugs on the black screen.
This scene is a bit strange. Four identical Nanshan old devils, holding four identical rusty hoes, bang bang bang bang, kill a bug with one hoe, but they did not touch the shady scene at all.
"Old Nanshan Demon, you deserve to die. Killing my Heart-Eating Insect is like killing my clone." The crimson mass of flesh began to twist, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a giant dozens of meters tall, with its crimson palms on the black screen.
I drew a weird symbol and then slapped it hard on the symbol.
With a roar, the darkness dissipated, the sound of reading disappeared, and the damaged scriptures flew away, returning to Mr. Dongguo's hands.
However, the dozens of heart-eating insects released by the Man-Eating Demon Lord had also been beaten to death by Nanshan Ancestor. At the moment when the black curtain shattered, four hoes smashed on the red meat ball.
In front of the giant meat ball dozens of meters high, Nanshan Ancestor's thin body was a bit small, but when the hoe fell on the meat ball, a terrifying vortex seemed to appear, sucking away all the flesh and blood.
Scary holes appeared one after another on the body of the Devouring Demon Lord, and flesh and blood disappeared inexplicably. What’s even more terrifying is that the ancestor of Nanshan has four clones, and they are extremely fast. This hoe and that hoe only take a few breaths.
, leaving hundreds of bloody holes of the same size on his body.
"Damn it, you all deserve to die. If you have to force me to use my magic weapon, my blood-devouring bead is still recovering." The Man-Eating Demon Lord actually showed a distressed look on his face, then he opened his mouth and spit out a red bead,
There was blood rising on the surface, and something like an insect was dormant in the middle.
It suddenly looked like the powerful inner elixir of the demon clan, but once it was spit out, the runes flickered and red flames surged into the sky. The vegetation for more than ten miles around instantly withered and the stones cracked, creating a scene like a dead zone.
As soon as the blood-devouring bead came out, it hit Mr. Dongguo directly. This shows how deep the hatred of the man-devouring demon king towards him is, and he doesn't even care about the Nanshan ancestor who is nearby.
Mr. Dong Guo once again offered up the damaged scroll, but the scroll was suppressed by the flames of the blood-devouring beads, and he retreated steadily. He quickly retreated to his side, and the gray donkey showed a look of horror and howled pitifully.
"Fellow Taoist Nanshan, save me. I haven't recovered half of my magic power yet, so I can't stop this demon." Mr. Dongguo asked for help again, and retreated on his donkey in great embarrassment.
"Oh, why bother, why bother? It would be bad if the murderous intention is so strong that it offends the law of heaven. I just want to cultivate a few acres of land quietly. Why is such a small wish so difficult? It has been tens of thousands of years, and it is still the same.
If it can’t be realized, you have to force me to take action.”
The ancestor of Nanshan said, stopped attacking, held the hoe in his left hand, raised his right hand in front of his chest, and shouted: "Here comes the basket!"
A small dung basket made of wicker suddenly appeared in the hands of the ancestor of Nanshan. It was simple and dull. He threw it lightly and appeared next to the blood-devouring bead. Ignoring the flames, he instantly put it in the dung basket.
The blood-devouring bead struggled, and the dung basket shook violently, but it remained steady. For a while, it was unable to break free.
"My blood-devouring bead is still in the recovery period. Old Nanshan Demon, you dare to dirty it with a dung basket. I and you are incompatible. When I kill millions more people for blood sacrifices, I will definitely be able to recover it.
Kill you and wait."
After saying this, the huge meatball shrank suddenly, to the size of a bug, and crashed directly into the dung basket. With a bang, the dung basket shook, and the meat ball flew out holding the blood-devouring beads at the same time, getting rid of the suction of the dung basket.
"It stinks." The meat ball held the blood-devouring bead and shook its body violently. Piles of black sticky objects flew out from it. It was unknown how many years of feces had been stored. The stench reached the sky.
The dung basket flashed and caught those sticky black objects again, and the stench disappeared immediately.
"My dung basket is also in the recovery period. It has not been collected for tens of thousands of years. It cannot be wasted." Nanshan Ancestor said, and the four clones merged into one.
When Mr. Dong Guo saw that he had taken the clone, he immediately became anxious: "Fellow Taoist, how can you let him go? If there is another massacre, we demons will really not be able to escape the punishment of heaven. I don't want to be sealed for tens of thousands of years.
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"God, maybe I have seen all this a long time ago." The ancestor of Nanshan suddenly smiled mysteriously and made a calm gesture towards Mr. Dongguo.
"..." Mr. Dongguo was stunned. He was stunned for a moment before he suddenly understood what he meant.
It turns out that after fighting for so long, it was actually done to show the way of heaven? Is it possible that the ancestor of Nanshan has been able to sense the traces of the way of heaven?
Li Qingyun's spiritual thoughts covered a radius of five hundred miles. Naturally, seeing this kind of fight with monstrous demonic flames, except for the last words of Nanshan Patriarch who could not be heard clearly, other fights and conversations could be heard clearly.
Li Qingyun felt as if the Nanshan Patriarch's words were silenced by some mysterious force. He only saw his lips move a few times, but he didn't know what he said.
But there was no time to think too much. Now that we know that it was this bloody mass of meat that did the evil and massacred the city, we can't be polite. Even if there is no punishment for violating the rules of heaven, Li Qingyun, a monk on earth and the leader of Shushan Sect, will not
Let this kind of devil be allowed to massacre the city at every turn.
Click! Click!
Thunder and lightning as thick as a bucket, like a mad dragon, suddenly fell from the sky, hitting the man-devouring demon king who was trying to escape, and the blood-devouring bead that had not yet had time to take it into his body.
He only heard the howl of the Man-Eating Demon King, who was beaten black by lightning. What made him even more painful was that the blood-devouring bead was hit by lightning. The blood around the bead was instantly evaporated, and the winged insect in the center of the bead shrank.
They fell into a ball, shivering, and their figure became even darker.
"Damn Heaven, damn Heavenly Thunder, I hate this kind of breath... Hey, no, this thunder and lightning seems to be very weak, and there is not much breath of Heavenly Punishment?" The Man-Eating Demon Lord yelled and escaped dozens of miles in an instant.
, rushed into the mountains, and then felt that the power of thunder and lightning was wrong.
However, the thunder and lightning did not stop, and kept chasing and bombarding the Man-Eating Demon Lord. No matter how fast he fled, the thunder and lightning could keep up with him in time.
The ancestor of Nanshan also frowned and thought, and said to Mr. Dongguo with his spiritual thoughts: "Even if he is the new Tiandao, his power should not be so weak. Is it possible that he does not understand the use of the rules of Tiandao? And he has not established any new rules of Tiandao of his own?
"
Mr. Dongguo's eyes flashed with excitement, and he also said with his spiritual thoughts: "What Fellow Taoist Nanshan means is that the power of this new Tiandao is extremely weak and its inheritance is incomplete? Then isn't it possible for us to replace it?"
"Haha, you are overthinking, we are weaker, unless..." Nanshan Ancestor's smile was a little playful, staring at the lightning dozens of miles away, his eyes flickering, not knowing what he was thinking.