When Alang and the monkey demon looked around with great anxiety at the same time, something strange finally happened. The surrounding trees and grass exploded as if they were slow to react, and extremely rich green liquid spiritual power was about to burst out. Especially the liquid spiritual power suspended above the grass actually gathered into a lake.
Ah Lang was startled, and secretly guessed whether the strange sight before him was related to the fact that the monkey demon was a local monster. Just when A Lang was in shock, the green spiritual lake suspended above the grass rippled with green waves before finally crashing to the ground.
"Alas..." The monkey demon sighed with great regret when he saw the green spiritual lake that crashed to the ground. Before the monkey demon could react, a three-foot-long arrow-shaped green spiritual power suddenly burst out from the grass and invaded the monkey demon's body in shock. As the arrow-shaped spiritual power entered his body, the monkey demon felt a refreshing coolness surging through his body.
"It's over...six-eared little monkey...you're stronger than them..." A Lang looked at the green monkey demon and stood there blankly.
The worry in the monkey demon's heart finally turned into reality. Instead of looking for the stream to verify his body color, the monkey demon directly picked up the little white pig with his left hand, grabbed the small centipede with the dragon head in his right hand, and ran towards the grass in a flash.
"Little six-eared monkey, what are you doing?" A Lang couldn't help but call out when he saw the six-eared monkey demon acting strangely.
"Little Lord Yama, we have all forgotten something. Your legs also turned green before. This invisible figure should appear in the same environment, just like you just now, but your green color has moved. , I want to see if the three of us will suffer the same transfer." When the six-eared monkey demon heard A Lang's question, he turned around and responded, then gritted his teeth and stepped into the grass.
"Oh...it's really over now!" The monkey demon stood in the grass and looked back and forth at his hands and feet. He saw that his hands and feet were still extremely bright green. Not only did they not disappear, but they looked more dazzling than the green of the grass.
With two snaps, the six-eared monkey demon released its hands, and the little white pig and the little dragon-headed centipede fell into the grass one after another. Just as the six-eared monkey demon guessed, the ears of the little white pig that fell into the grass were still green and shiny, and the little dragon-headed centipede also turned into a small green-headed centipede. Even the little centipede's two little dragon whiskers were eye-catchingly green.
"It seems that the old bastard's body-breaking spiritual skills are not as easy to practice as imagined. Don't worry. Let's think about it together and see what's wrong. First, tell me how you feel after the spiritual power enters the body." Lang moved to the three guards of the insect demon clan and asked the monkey demon, who had a relatively normal personality among the three demons.
"Reporting to Lord Xiaoyan, after I finished reciting the mantra, I only felt a refreshing coolness flowing endlessly in my body. This feeling is still the same even now. There is nothing abnormal or uncomfortable. Instead, I feel a refreshing feeling. The nourishing feeling of the spiritual source tree in the body.”
"Lingyuan tree? What is it?" A Lang was extremely curious when he heard the six-eared monkey demon mention a name he had never heard of.
"The Spiritual Source Tree is the source of cultivation for all demon monks. It is similar to the spiritual pool in the body of your human monks." The six-eared monkey demon saw A Lang scratching his head, but he did not expect that A Lang didn't even know the basic difference between human and demon cultivation.
"Ah? So that's what happened. It's quite interesting. The human race is a spiritual pool and the demon race is a spiritual tree. Could it be that the monks of other races are different?" A Lang continued to ask curiously.
"That's for sure, little Lord Yama, haven't you received any basic spiritual training lessons?" the six-eared monkey demon asked A Lang cautiously, for fear that A Lang would be irritated.
"What a fucking lesson! Grandpa never taught me this before. After I left here, I worshiped an unreliable master, and then I ran around in that secret realm. In the end, I was tricked by the old bastard for no reason. I'm back here. Let's not talk about teaching or not. Let's find a way to deal with this body-breaking magic skill first!" A Lang responded to the six-eared monkey demon with some irritation.
"Well, okay, everything will be up to Lord Yama!"
"Don't act like the king of hell every day. You are the king of hell! Your whole family is the king of hell! I live a good life, why do you curse me to be the king of hell?" Alang was a little bit annoyed by the "respectful title" given to him by the six-eared monkey demon. On fire.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Lord, I was wrong. We all liked to call you this before. Mainly because you are so powerful. All the creatures in this Nether Forest are extremely afraid of you, so we gave you such an extremely domineering nickname. .”
"Oh? Really? Are you all afraid of me? Haha, so this title is still a bit interesting. Forget it, don't change it. Just continue to call me Little Lord Yama from now on! Then don't you call my grandpa Lao Yama?"
"Yes, we call him Old King of Hell, but we have to add a modification."
"What modifications?"
"Super perverted old King of Hell!"
"You... deserve a beating!"
