Chapter 6 The subtle change of the normal attack repeated three times!
The dragon demon set up its formation, with tens of thousands of aquatic people under its command, with colorful scales and armor, teeth and claws, entangled and entangled, blocking the waterway, surrounding Huang Shang, waiting for a reply.
In the eyes of the dragon demon, this guy has six ears on his cheeks, a smoky body, a mighty horse, but no heels.
So the dragon demon tried it.
But the other party's answer was silence.
Don’t want to read poems?
Isn't that because you can't be sorry?
The dragon demon's eyes first showed surprise, and then gradually turned to contempt.
All great demons have inheritance.
As soon as you are born from your mother's womb, you don't have to know anything else. You don't have to learn your innate magical powers. When you open your mouth, you must become a poem.
Otherwise, if you meet an opponent, how will you introduce him?
If you can't even compose poetry, then you are a little monster who doesn't deserve a name!
"What's wrong with this..."
Huang Shang felt that this problem had to be corrected.
Although he can copy and write poems, this kind of operation of revealing his origins and details through poems is inherently confusing.
His current identity is a six-eared macaque. Originally, he was pursuing a sense of mystery. No one except Tathagata and Listening knows who I am. How awesome!
As a result, I made a setting poem by myself, and read it once every time I came on stage, and once every time I exposed myself?
Crazy!
The dragon demon didn't know what Huang Shang was thinking. Seeing that he didn't answer, a thin black stick appeared in his hand, pointed at the weapon and said: "It's strong, hard, thin and long. I know it's the yin and yang that have been making steel for a long time, and it can penetrate the tiger's den.
It’s a good idea to explore into the dragon’s lair…”
"Shut up!"
Huang Shang couldn't listen any more and stopped this behavior with a wave of his hand.
Weapons have to be introduced with poems, and they still smell like driving!
And you haven't become a dragon yet, but an iron rod has been thrust into the dragon's nest. Don't you feel like you're being slapped in the face?
As an upright six-eared macaque, he hated to see such a thing, so he stretched out his furry hand and waved in his direction.
The dragon demon was stunned.
Intuitively, he thought it was a provocation, but he had never seen such a weird provocative gesture.
However, the demon tribe has a bad temper. Since the opponent showed obvious hostility, there is no need to say anything. He twisted his hands and suddenly grasped the iron rod, and his figure began to enlarge.
Make my monster bigger!
Originally, the dragon demon was only about ten feet tall. At this time, the monster's power rose, and its body suddenly swelled, facing the wind, and it rose up to more than three feet. A long tail swayed behind it, and black scales covered its body as densely as copper coins. A pair of snake eyes radiated with light.
, shouted: "The scales and armor are majestic, displaying magical powers in front of Jiuwei Mountain!"
As soon as the voice fell, the dragon demon rose up, holding an iron rod, and struck it down from mid-air like Mount Tai.
The fish monsters in the lake shouted: "The king is awesome! The king is awesome!"
There are clear levels between the big demon and the little demon.
Faced with this stick, Huang Shang did not take it hard, he just dodged and the sound of breaking through the air was heard, and he appeared a thousand meters away.
It is not a light kung fu skill, but something natural and integrated with heaven and earth.
This is the monster.
The demon race is the most important race. When a demon is born, it basically determines the upper limit of its life, and many even determine the lower limit. No matter how bad it is, it will not be any worse.
No race understands nature better than demons. They never need to learn how to use the natural environment, but it is an instinct engraved deep in their blood. In this powerful mythical world, it is enough to awaken their fighting talent, and they have been able to use it since birth.
Directly hunt for prey.
This is still the most basic monster race, the most advanced existence such as the six-eared macaque, which is good at listening to sounds, able to detect things, know the front and back, and everything is clear!
At this time, Huang Shang listened to the sound of "wind" and directly let the wind carry him to move. This was similar to the world of fairy swords, but more advanced.
After all, according to his age, Huang Shang is still a baby. Not only is he tall and powerful, but he can also directly fight against dragon monsters who have been practicing for hundreds of years.
What a pity, what a pity, I can’t write poetry...
As soon as the expert takes action, he will know if there is any. The iron rod tears open the air and rolls up with great force. It rings twelve times in a row, but not a single hair is touched. Seeing that this new demon clan's adaptation and use of the world is improving rapidly,
The dragon monster's expression suddenly became serious.
He made a prompt decision, his mouth puffed up, and there was a faint aura of roaring wind and thunder brewing in his chest, and he loudly said: "Once you open your throat, you can swallow an elephant, and after three years of hiding your breath, you can transform into a dragon!"
Huang Shang's eyes moved, and he closed his six ears directly, and used his demonic power to change their structure and completely block the outside sound.
Sure enough, the next moment, accompanied by a sharp cry, the dragon demon made a dragon roar and killed it with a sonic attack.
Not as majestic and pleasant as the dragon's roar from the sea, the dragon's scream was as loud as a ghost's roar, so harsh that the waves rolled wildly and rocks collapsed.
Jiao Yao saw that Huang Shang had six ears, so he used this as his trump card, hoping to achieve success, but unexpectedly he missed it long ago.
The big move directly hit the target, and he immediately saw a figure approaching him like lightning.
His heart sank, his body turned, the iron rod in his hand whipped up whirlwinds, and he loudly said: "When you open your big mouth, it will turn into fog, and when you hold your head high, you will blow out the wind."
Suddenly, heavy rain poured down and hurricanes surrounded us, one attacking and one defending.
Conjuring wind and rain is the basic magical power of the Dragon Clan. The dragon demon's target is directly at the Dragon Clan. After practicing for hundreds of years, it also has some fire throat. The range is not wide, but it looks similar.
Unexpectedly, Huang Shang turned around, followed the gap in the wind and rain, and forced himself to the side of Jiao Yao. He clenched his fist and hit him on the chin.
According to this guy's self-introduction, the scale armor's defense must be extremely high, so Huang Shang avoided the real and exploited its weak points.
The six-eared macaque is a top-notch demon clan with innate divine power. The heavy blow to its chin directly sent the dragon demon's three-foot-tall body flying into the air. While Xue Xue screamed in pain, it also completely aroused its ferocity.
"Do you know that you are 90,000 people tall and can go around the highest peak in Kunlun?"
He chanted loudly and gave up half of his body, turning into a dragon several hundred feet long, with scales standing upright, opening and closing up and down, making a roaring noise, and was very powerful.
Unfortunately, this move was not complete yet. Huang Shang reached out and grabbed the iron rod that had penetrated into the dragon's nest.
There is no way, I already know what I want to do as soon as I hear the poem, and I predict it directly.
Under normal circumstances, it is actually impossible to do this step, because the dragon demon's poems and moves are performed at the same time, and there is no distinction between before and after. But who makes him a six-eared macaque who can know the before and after~
So it's not easy. Jiao Yao's four-line poem reveals all his moves.
This was not enough. Seeing that the black stick was taken away by the enemy, Huang Shang picked it up and smashed it, carrying the wind and cloud, and his momentum became even higher.
An iron rod goes up and down suddenly, like a dragon, and a long dragon goes to the left or right, going back and forth like a python.
Huang Shang struck one blow after another, relying on his innate power and not using any of his previous skills. He just acted recklessly.
"What a good baby!"
The more he used it, the easier it got, but it was because this black iron rod was indeed a rare treasure.
It is incomparable to the Golden Cudgel and the Sea-Suppressing Divine Needle Iron. It cannot be made bigger or smaller. You can do as you wish, but it is also a treasure of heaven and earth. It has tyrannical power without being carved. If the immortal family refines the weapon, it can be refined.
If it becomes a magic weapon, it will definitely be more powerful.
Huang Shang was very pleased.
This treasure is temporarily destined to him.
Until he finds a more destined treasure, it will be his weapon!
The three pairs of ears on Huang Shang's cheeks began to tremble slightly, receiving all the information around him.
The so-called knowing beforehand and observing later is a kind of omniscience of fluctuations. The principle that everything has waves can be experienced during the period of the Taoist Heart Demon Dafa. But now the innate talent is achieved in one step, without any need for practice, it just comes naturally.
understanding.
In order to conform to the identity of a six-eared macaque, Huang Shang did not use any particularly subtle changes. He followed his instinct and increased the frequency and movements of his attacks!
Every three sticks is a cycle, during which the movements are exactly the same, but the speed is extremely fast, instantly hitting the enemy three times harder!
A subtle change of repeating the normal attack three times!
With such an exquisite move, the dragon demon finally stopped chanting poems and was greeted repeatedly. Even with the protection of scales, he couldn't bear the pain.
He didn't know the specific reason for this. He just thought that the fit between this innate black iron rod in his own hand and that in the opponent's hand was completely different. Once the weapon was lost, even the true body was not fully manifested, and it was destroyed by all the people.
Thousand Stick Shadows were blinded.
Huang Shang struck one blow after another, triggering thousands of wind and thunder, hammering him directly into the ground, and then rumbling and sinking like a pile driver.
"Go! Go!"
Knowing that he was no longer an opponent, the dragon demon immediately drew water from the lake, and thousands of waves piled up under his feet. He pulled his body out and fled towards Jiuwei Mountain.
Anyway, I was no longer prepared to fight head-on, and the poems engraved in my cells came to my mind again: "Thousands of clouds and rivers, thousands of mountains, wide roads from north to south, east to west... Oops!"
"Let you compose poetry! Let you compose poetry!"
Huang Shang was furious from his heart, and launched three stages of attack on Huanghuang.
There is a difference this time, the left and right are reversed, like a mirror image, with the left and right hitting the dragon monster head-on.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The dragon demon didn't expect such exquisite movements under the sun, and was dumbfounded. He was hit by the iron rods on the left and right in turn, and his body staggered around, stumbling around like a headless fly. He lost all control and suddenly came back.
"Spare your life! Spare your life!"
After receiving five consecutive blows, even the indestructible scales were beginning to weaken, and the dragon monster immediately raised its hands.
Huang Shangli ignored him and struck out three sticks again.
He was about to hit his brain three times before his eyes, but an indescribable light suddenly appeared above the dragon demon's head, causing him to subconsciously stop his movements.
"Huh? Merit?"
Huang Shang was surprised and looked at this aura carefully.
Merit is a term used in Buddhism. It is actually Qi, and the principles are the same.
There is a saying in this world that the energy is not exhausted.
This means that even if the power of merit and virtue in his body has not been completely exhausted, according to the number of days, he cannot be killed.
There are many sources of this kind of merit, and it may not necessarily be your own doing, it can also be inherited.
For example, if parents or grandparents do good deeds, they can protect their descendants.
However, it is difficult to accumulate merit. If you want to use it up, it is easy. Do some counterproductive things, and your energy will drop rapidly.
This is also the reason why the demon clan and dragon clan were eliminated.
Both of these two tribes like to act as they please, and they are no better at keeping the bottom line than the human race. At the beginning, their merits are strong and their energy is long-lived, so it doesn't matter, but over time, they end up trying to kill themselves.
But why does this dragon demon have merit?
"It looks like there is some background..."
Huang Shang changed his mind and asked: "What is your name?"
The dragon demon said pitifully: "Overturn the sea!"
This name sounds familiar...
But looking at this small pond, Huang Shang's big futon-shaped hands patted the dragon monster: "You have a good ambition, follow me from now on!"
Fei Hai was reluctant to follow such an uneducated person, but looking at the iron rod, he still showed the style of the demon clan, buried his head and bowed: "Brother!"
Huang Shang used an iron rod to pull him up: "Tell me, what powerful demon king is here?"
Fu Hai shook his head: "No, with my brother's ability, this Jiuwei Mountain will soon be my brother's!"
Huang Shang could automatically distinguish between authenticity and falsehood, and he could tell that his words were sincere, but he still asked in detail.
All the twenty-four caves in Jiuwei Mountain have owners, and the dragon monster is one of them. He usually lives on land and water. If he wants to be in the water, he comes to the lake. If he doesn't want to, he can practice in the cave.
And the reason why he led the team here was to protect this water area. After all, in Xiniu Hezhou, a place with extremely high housing prices, he really didn't have the confidence to find another water area. After much deliberation, he could only act first.
The dragon demon's strength can also occupy a place. From this point, it can be seen that this place is just a small nest.
In Journey to the West, there are no well-known monsters who are not qualified to stop Monk Tang from going west to obtain Buddhist scriptures.
Of course, it is also possible that the plan for the journey to the west has not yet been finalized, and those fairies are still serving as mounts in the fairy caves and have not descended to earth at all~
"Let's go! Take me to your cave!"
"Brother please!"
Fei Hai waved away the little demons who were still shouting that they were awesome, and took Huang Shang towards Jiuwei Mountain.
Along the way, he also introduced: "Brother, this mountain has Luohan Peak, Immortal Peak, Ancient Buddha Peak, and Rakshasa Peak. Within it are mandarin ducks, stone dragon girls, and acacia pine.
I’ll come along one by one!”
Huang Shang: "..."
You might consider taking a tour guide.
But when they actually arrived at the cave, Huang Shang discovered that Fu Hai was really not an exaggeration.
Even though the Jiuwei Mountain is not worth mentioning in the original plot, the vitality of the big world is so abundant that it is full of beautiful scenery and compelling aura.
He was obviously going back to his home, and when he saw Fu Hai, he was able to write poems: "The haze fills the door, and the pines and cypresses surround the house. Although the wilderness is not worthy of praise, the scenery at the foot of Penglai Mountain... Oops! Ouch!
Ouch!”
Then he was beaten hard with three sticks.
Huang Shangren has been patient for a long time.
Fei Hai hugged his head and closed his mouth in grievance, but then looked to the left and right of the cave door.
Because there are couplets posted in front of that door——
First couplet: "Quiet and deep in the mountains, free from worldly worries."
Second line: "Living in a secluded fairy cave, I am happy and innocent."
Huang Shang's iron rod struck the palm of his hand.
Fuhai was so sad that he tore down the couplets desperately.
Huang Shang had a clear idea and continued walking inside.
Culture is culture, and the style of the Yao clan will not change. It is rough and majestic. Once you enter, you will see a large stone hall. The facilities inside are simple, and there are no good stoves or good incense. They are all about eating.
However, Fu Hai was still very particular. He quickly took out a pot of wine and three or five plates of natural treasures, including yam, Huangjing, ginseng and wild essence, and sometimes new fruits. They were all placed on the ground, and the guests sat down as chairman.
Fu Hai filled up the wine and offered it with both hands: "Brother, this wine is brewed from a thousand-year-old fruit with clear springs in the mountains. Please go out and pour it!"
God went out and fell, and you want to pick up the body?
The demon clan is too straightforward. Who in the right mind would dare to drink something that is clearly broken?
Fortunately, Huang Shang is not a normal person. As a talented demon, he took the crude wine cup and drank it.
When you first take the entrance, there is a rich and mellow aroma that refreshes your heart and spleen. After swallowing it, you feel the fire in your belly rising. There is no obstruction in the cave. When the draft blows, the wine's strength surges up even more.
Suddenly it was smoky.
“Good wine!”
According to the taste of the Wine Sword Immortal, these are all good wines. Thinking that they come from such a low-end cave, you can imagine how tempting those heavenly wines are.
This is the benefit of a world of extremely high level, good things are everywhere.
Flat peach, suck, suck, suck~
Ginseng fruit, suck it up~
Seven fairies...
Forget it, there are flat peaches, who cares about those!
Fu Hai felt relieved when he saw that his brother was satisfied, and then he drank too much.
"Brother, let's do the drinking order!"
This time I drank so much that I drifted off, waving my fists and trying to make a drinking order.
Huang Shang smiled.
Draw down the three sticks.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Fu Hai lay on the ground, crying.
This brother is an anomaly. As a monster, he doesn’t like to recite poems or drink wine!
What is the purpose of reciting poetry?
In order to tell the enemy how big my origin is!
Otherwise, those with good vision will be fine. If it’s someone you can’t recognize, then winning won’t be enough!
As for the drinking order, the meaning is actually the same, they are all bragging about what kind of bosses our ancestors have produced!
But this person didn't do anything. Is it because his identity is mysterious and difficult to publicize?
Even so, you shouldn’t give up eating because of choking!
They can innately inherit what their ancestors have learned. How can their cultural level be comparable to that of humans who learn from scratch?
Don’t be a monster! Don’t be a monster!
Huang Shang ignored drunkenness and muttered. The dragon monster was immersed in the scenery of the past, thinking about the next way out.
The problem of the demon clan is actually quite serious.
Despite his large background and high starting point, the starting point of his previous clones was lower than that of his previous clones as soon as he was born, but the upper limit is also visible and tangible, and the aging is slow.
This has nothing to do with what exercises to learn or what teachers to learn from.
For example, this dragon monster is currently practicing by himself. If he has a good master, he can greatly improve his combat effectiveness in a short period of time. However, the upper limit is still so high, and all he saves is time.
As for the demon clan, they are the least short of time.
He can spend the shortest time to become a god in this world, but he may stay in that realm for the rest of his life.
Of course, regression is also possible. For example, Wukong has been suppressed for five hundred years, and his strength is obviously no longer at the peak of the Monkey King. This is the same in both the TV series and the original work.
"The easiest way to break through is undoubtedly the path of gods and demons in adversity!"
"But this time I want to challenge myself and the world!"
"Since I have become a great demon, if I don't fight against heaven and earth, wouldn't it be in vain?"
…
"Brother, let's have a drink..."
"Bang!" x3
"Let's start by correcting the comparison style of the demon clan. If you don't have culture, you can't be a great demon? I don't believe it!"