Kang Jinlong and his party, Jiang Shan and the others turned back and landed in a human market three hundred miles away from the Hongyue River.
Ye Ling's cultivation was not suitable for participating in this robbery, so she was asked to stay here.
But after returning to the market, I saw Ye Ling walking on the street, holding an oil-paper umbrella in his hand, running quickly in the rain.
Jiang Shan was curious and saw Ye Ling dressed in red in the breeze, outlining her slender figure. Her hair was flowing, making her even more enchanting and beautiful. But at this time, Ye Ling should stay in the inn instead of coming out. , wondering: "You are not in the inn, what are you doing out here?"
"Looking for a new inn." Ye Ling said.
"Where is the old inn?" Jiang Shan asked.
"It was robbed." Ye Ling said.
"What? Someone else dares to rob our inn? Where is it?" Demon King Peng's eyes widened as wide as bells when he heard this. We, the robbers, went out to grab weapons but failed. When we came back, we were robbed. Room.
"Huaiyin Mountain God, third level realm." Ye Ling explained, if it were an ordinary person, she would fight him back.
But with a third-level cultivation level, not to mention that she couldn't beat him, even if she could beat him, she couldn't take action.
After all, winning against a third-level realm would cause a bit of a stir.
They are wanted criminals now, so they should keep a low profile.
"Is he the Huaiyin Mountain God? Look at me and take back the room." Hearing this, Demon King Peng was indignant and wanted to fly towards the inn. However, before he could take off, Jiang Shan slapped his shoulder and said, " Come back, Ye Ling is right, we are not suitable to cause trouble now, if we can't, we can just find a place to spend the night."
Demon King Peng did not dare to disobey Jiang Shan, so he had to respond: "Who is the Huaiyin Mountain God? Remember it for me. Next time, I will twist his head off."
After saying that, Demon King Peng was about to leave angrily.
But at this time, another middle-aged monk jumped out from the side, slashed at the Peng Demon King with a sword, and shouted: "How dare you try to murder my mountain god?"
The snake spear appeared in Demon King Peng's hand, and he swung away the sword energy. He looked at the monk and said with murderous intent: "Who are these birds of yours?"
Today he was extremely annoyed. The robbery failed and his room was robbed.
Now, someone who doesn't know what he is actually dares to come out and kill him?
"You are the subordinate of the mountain god." Ye Ling recognized it and said angrily, "I have given you the door to the room, but you are still pestering me with evil intentions?"
She was not a very good-tempered person, but now the situation forced her to bow her head, but now that she had given up her house, this guy was still bothering her.
"Who is entangled with a lowly wandering immortal like you? I was just buying some drinks in the city for the mountain god, but I heard that you dared to slander the mountain god. You deserve death." The middle-aged monk looked at Ye Ling with an arrogant face. The fair skin revealed a greedy look.
He came here for Ye Ling this time.
The mountain god just wants a room and face.
However, he fell in love with Ye Ling's beauty, and felt hungry and thirsty in his heart. He also thought that Ye Ling would give up the room obediently, so he probably had no ability, so he found an excuse and went out privately, hoping to kidnap Ye Ling away and do whatever he wanted. Fan.
But he never thought that he would hear the words of Demon King Peng as soon as he arrived.
That is even more direct and justifiable.
"Death to your mother."
The Demon King Peng couldn't stand to listen, and he waved the snake spear in his hand arrogantly, with overwhelming power surging towards the middle-aged monk.
The middle-aged monk originally looked disdainful, but when he sensed the magic power on Demon King Peng's snake spear, he suddenly looked horrified and hurriedly raised his sword to resist, but it was already too late.
There was a crisp sound, and the long sword broke. The middle-aged monk spurted blood from his mouth and flew upside down like a kite with a broken string. His face was as pale as paper and he shouted: "Young Master, save me!"
At the inn where Jiang Shan was originally located, a young man wearing a purple cloud suit, a bright jade belt around his waist, and walking on immortal steps heard the cry for help. He immediately frowned and immediately rose into the clouds. He saw that his general was injured in the distance. Regardless of the three Seventy-twenty-one, feeling that his face had been damaged, he roared: "Stop!"
Its sound was like thunder, and in this small market, not to mention ordinary people, even the monks with weak cultivation levels felt dizzy.
Demon King Peng also heard this voice and secretly said that he had some skills, but his movements were not slow at all. He beat the middle-aged monk alive with a snake spear, causing blood to fall on the ground.
Looking at the flesh and blood on the ground, there was a faint golden flame emerging from the eyes of the Huaiyin Mountain God, which made the gods and demons fearful. He looked at the Peng Demon King and said in a cold voice: "I told you to stop, didn't you hear?"
"You heard, what? You are my grandson, do you want grandpa to listen to you?" Demon King Peng was not only not afraid when he heard this, but actually laughed.
"Okay. Then you can bury him with him today." Huaiyin Mountain God said coldly, light flashed in his hands, two steel whips appeared, and he violently hit the Peng Demon King. The two whips showed the power of wind and thunder, and the sky and the earth changed color.
"It depends on whether you die or grandpa dies."
The Peng Demon King was content and unafraid, and stabbed out the eight-foot-long snake spear in his hand, confronting him head-on. The two violent mana collisions stirred in the sky, causing the sky to shake and the clouds to change for thousands of miles.
Seeing that Demon King Peng was able to block his own whips, the Huaiyin Mountain God showed a look of surprise, and immediately burst out with boundless divine power. He swung his whips, stirring up the spiritual energy of the world, and whipped away again. The world was shocked, and the sun and the moon changed.
The hands of Peng Demon King holding the snake spear trembled slightly, and he looked at the Huaiyin Mountain God with a look of shock. This guy actually had such great strength.
He immediately concentrated his energy, mustered up 120,000 energy, and fought against the Huaiyin Mountain God with all his strength.
There is a mountain god from the Fuliang Temple in Huaiyin, and a demon king who is more than half a step away from the roc. This one holds a male and female whip and wants to kill the roc to pay for his life. The other holds a snake spear that is eight feet long and wants to send the mountain god to hell.
It was a good kill, and after a hundred rounds, there was no winner or loser.
The Huaiyin Mountain God was even more furious, his eyes widened, and the Samadhi True Fire spurted out from his eyes. The True Fire was blazing. The Peng Demon King was unprepared and was hit by the True Fire. His vision went dark and he lost his vision.
"not good!"
The Jiao Demon King was anxious, fearing that the Peng Demon King would make a mistake, and regardless of morality, he stepped forward and used his incredible magical power to forcefully insert himself between the Peng Demon King and the Huaiyin Mountain God.
The Huaiyin Mountain God was going to smash down the Peng Demon King with two whips, severely injuring the Peng Demon King. He never expected that a Jiao Demon King would suddenly appear. He was horrified, but it was impossible to stop his movement and he immediately smashed it down.
"Boom~"
With a loud noise, Yan Yue's knife turned, shaking the Huaiyin Mountain God's two whips, and then struck it with another knife, which was about to kill the mountain god.
The mountain god felt chills all over his body, and he felt a little bit afraid.
In the moment of life and death, another vast surge of magic power surged.
I saw a terrifying thunder falling from the sky, tearing the sky apart, and attacking the Demon King with boundless power, forcing the Demon King to retreat and spare the life of the Huaiyin Mountain God.
The Huaiyin Mountain God, who had narrowly escaped death, fell to the ground, breathing heavily.
Jiang Shan, who had been skimming the formation, frowned when he saw this scene. He looked in the direction of the thunder and said sternly: "Come out!"
When the words fell, the sound was like thunder and roaring like a lion, mixed with a hint of irreversible will.
The great thunder sound technique of Buddhism.
It can drive away demons from all directions and can also save living beings.
Jiang Shan had learned it back then, but had not gone into it deeply. However, after going through a calamity recently, he has a different understanding of this method.
The sound was like thunder, rolling and moving, but when the void shook, an old Taoist figure wearing a purple robe appeared, with thunder shaking around his body, containing endless power.
Jiang Shan frowned slightly. He was a second-level cultivation expert who specialized in thunder techniques. He was an opponent.
But the purple-robed old Taoist was more calm than Jiang Shan. He gave Jiang Shan a bow and said: "I have seen the layman, the poor Taoist. Please rest assured, the poor Taoist has no intention of fighting against the layman. It's just that this person is destined to do it." We have a master-disciple relationship with me, so I came to rescue you, and I hope that the layman will give me face and show your noble hand."
(End of chapter)
