Chapter 239: The Continuation of Nightmare (Part 2)

In the sky, the scholar was floating on the huge book slate more than a hundred feet away from the ground. He stared blankly at the countless undead warriors on the ground and couldn't help but sit down. "Well, saint cloud, saint cloud... What the hell is said? By the way, a gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall. I, Bai Xiaoyi, are also considered a gentleman, so this dangerous thing cannot be done with my own life. A gentleman does something, does not do anything, and forces it to stand up, which is a great thing."

He controlled the bamboo slips to fly upwards for more than fifty feet, then sighed with relief, shook his head and said, "Leave a useful body to wait for him to serve the world every day. Oh, isn't this direction Xi'an Prefecture? What are these monsters and monsters going to do? Go and rob Xi'an Prefecture? Oh my God, what kind of monster is this? Do you don't understand the rules on the Tao?" Bai Xiaoyi looked full of pain in the battle between heaven and man, and said helplessly: "This monster, this monster!"

"Damn it, the most arrogant ten thousand-year-old monster in the world is just sneaking into the yang energy of a few people, and at most a few flower girls can replenish them. But this guy is attacking the city with tens of thousands of demons. Does he want to provoke a battle between good and evil? He really deserves his life? This is the first time I, Bai Xiaoyi, have seen such a unique monster. Kill the people of a city, you will definitely not be able to overcome the tribulation. This guy is really brave. Awesome, amazing, the ghost king, the demon king, the demon king, and the demon king, you have to stand aside. Look, how powerful the old man is below."

Bai Xiaoyi bit her lip and twisted her butt and grinded it over and over on the bamboo slips. He said in a very distressed manner: "It's over, should I take action? If I don't take action, the Xi'an Mansion will be ruined. A gentleman does not help others when he sees trouble. I am afraid he will become a hypocrite? But, but I, Bai Xiaoyi, is a hypocrite... God, if my cultivation is higher and I can practice Nascent Soul, I, Bai Xiaoyi, can become a master, but..."

He gritted his teeth tightly, looked at the endless army of undead spirits below with a little timid timidly, and his face turned green: "But, tens of thousands of zombies and skeletons, if they all have the copper corpses refined by the Maoshan Sect, no, as long as they have the power of the iron corpses refined by the Maoshan Sect, don't have more. Fifty of them, I, Bai Xiaoyi, will run away. Confucius is here, I, Bai Xiaoyi, really don't want to die."

Just as the two little Taoists were trembling timidly and drinking in the grass nest, while Bai Xiaoyi was hesitating in the sky, a strong wind rushed to thirty feet in front of Farke. A fat-headed and big-eared little monk swung a heavy brass stick with fear of not 200 pounds in his left hand, and secretly grabbed half of the roasted rabbit with his right hand, and appeared in front of Farke with a whirlwind. The little monk's mouth was still greasy, and it seemed that he was chewing on the rabbit meat along the way.

Fake was stunned. What is this man? How could he turn into a wind and fly everywhere? There is no such magic in Western magic. Even the old monsters of the blood clan can turn into bats and they may not be able to integrate into the wind. Especially, looking at the brass Zen Staff he was holding in his left hand, Fake instinctively felt that if the guy hit him, it would be very uncomfortable and sure enough. So Fake stopped the army of undead cautiously and asked in Chinese inexperienced: "What are you doing?"

The monk bowed to Fake very seriously, because he had no way to put his hands together with the Zen stick in his left hand and the rabbit in his right hand, but he thought he was a very polite monk, so the courtesy should not be abandoned. He looked at Fake very seriously and asked very seriously: "This donor is so bright in spring, the sun is scorching, the grass is green everywhere, and the breeze is blowing... Alas, what are the donors doing with a group of dead people?"

Cultivate the mind and cultivate the nature, Bai Xiaoyi was stunned at the same time. Cultivate the mind and cultivate the nature and muttered in a low voice: "Idiot bald donkey." The Taoist priest was always dissatisfied when he saw the monk.

Bai Xiaoyi held her chin with her hands and muttered in a low voice: "Hey, you are a monk, but don't forget your duty. These righteous things should be done by us gentlemen. How can you, a monk, do such a thing? You alone block tens of thousands of troops, hehe, who do you think you are?"

Fake looked at the dark sky strangely, then at the dark night around him, and finally looked at the zombies and the skeletons' miserable green phosphorus fire. He couldn't help but show an ugly smile: "This...sir?........., are you sure there is a sun now?"

The young monk said seriously: "It doesn't matter whether there is a sun or not. The most critical question is, why did the old donor walk with so many dead people? It is rumored that there is a corpse driving in Hunan. The mage uses magic power to drive the corpse back home and earn a little employment fee. Could it be that the old donor is also a mage who drives the corpse? If you catch tens of thousands of corpses at a time, a corpse is one or two silver coins, wow, the donor is really making a fortune... However, the donor is not young anymore. Can he eat so many corpses walk with them?"

Fake's face twisted, and he could hear what the little monk said would never be flattering himself. His right hand stretched out, and a black light slowly spread out, covering his entire arm, and was about to shoot out. The little monk's face also became serious. He strode and took back ten steps, then carefully held the Zen stick across his chest. At the same time, he also released a powerful aura on his body, like a tiger, covering Fake.

However, the little monk's small movements exuded his foundation. He looked behind him carefully, glanced at the trees, stones, and feet that might become obstacles, rubbing against the ground for a few times, as if he was using his feet to rush forward to attack. However, looking at the direction of his strength, he was always ready to run back.

"Gaga, squeak" sounded, first with an extremely unpleasant laughter, then a man fell from a high place and hit a hard object. However, Bai Xiaoyi sat on the bamboo slip and heard the little monk laughing at Farke with his slander. He laughed and rolled down from the bamboo slip. In a panic, his head was blank, and he fell directly to a height of 150 feet, and it hit the skeletons in an extremely miserable way.

With a 'slam', the seven skeletons were smashed by Bai Xiaoyi's body, and rotten bones splashed everywhere. Bai Xiaoyi stood up from the pile of corpses in a daze. He looked at the pile of scattered bones under his feet in surprise and asked in surprise: "Freaky, weird... Zombies, zombies, why are there such untroubled zombies? This is really too weak. The legendary skeleton refined by the Ghost Face King can withstand the bombardment of three thunders, but why are these skeletons like this?"

Farke looked at Bai Xiaoyi who fell from the sky in amazement, and thought strangely: "Is this guy's head broken? Of course, the skeleton soldier is so weak. The skeleton soldier is just a one-time consumption product. How can he have too strong combat power? Even the most powerful Dead Knight is only ten times stronger than the body of an ordinary knight."

A huge white light came out from Bai Xiaoyi's right hand, and a long sword appeared in his hand. He shouted sternly: "I'm angry and rushed to the crown." A sword energy shot out, and the skeleton suddenly made an ugly scream, and was chopped into pieces by a sword. Bai Xiaoyi screamed, his face full of excitement: "Damn, I know, these zombies are numerous, but they are really too weak... Damn, I scared me, I thought that these tens of thousands of zombies had the same skills as Maoshan Iron Corps, so I didn't dare..."

He quickly covered his mouth and shouted at Fake with aura: "Bold monster, bright world, in broad daylight, he dared to dig up other people's ancestral graves and disturb the peace of other people's ancestors... The iron rule of the Ming Dynasty, digging up people's ancestral graves is a death sentence, just kneel down obediently. This young master is Bai Xiaoyi, the most famous "little saint" among the fifth generation disciples of Haoran Sect. He is a bold demon, why don't you surrender quickly? You really think that you have such a profound Taoist Dharma, it turns out that it is just a silver-like wax gun tip."

"Hahahahahaha, the bold monster, the little real person of Yin Fu Sect cultivates his mind and cultivates his nature here. How dare I do anything wrong?" The two more righteous, more powerful, more powerful, and more swallowing as a tiger sounded. At the same time, there were a series of spells. "The way of heaven is invincible, the righteous energy of the universe... I am the seventh generation disciple of Yin Fu Sect to cultivate his mind (cultivate his nature). I especially bow to the ancestors, and ask the power of heavenly thunder to kill demons and eliminate demons, and correct the way of heaven... Please, please come soon, Tianlei, you have eaten a lot of pig heads during the Chinese New Year and the holidays."

‘Sweep…boom’, two purple thunders fell from the sky and bombarded the dense zombie group. Then they saw fragments of corpses flying around, and more than a thousand zombies were shattered by these two thunders. The core parts where the thunder fell were not left at all. All of these corpses were burned by the thunder.

The little monk screamed in surprise: "Damn it, it turns out that your old guy is scaring people? Monk, I'm wondering, those who can bring tens of thousands of zombies on the road are not of the level of the Ten Thousand Years Demon King, and they are ready to come up and charge some of the storefronts and run away. Hahaha, it turns out that you are scaring people? Are the zombies under your hands so weak?" He waved his Zen Staff and rushed towards Fake, shouting loudly: "The Buddha is the eldest disciple of the head of the Vajra Sect. "The Vajra Sect is indestructible. He stepped on the golden lotus and spits the sky, and one stick is flattened in the world, and two punches breaking Mount Tai's. He is also the little monk Bajie."

Bai Xiaoyi was in the zombie group with aura of seven in and seven out. Suddenly, he heard Bajie's self-reported name. He couldn't lift it up in one breath and got stuck in his throat. He bent down with difficulty, his face turned red and coughed desperately there. With a "woosh", I don't know how many zombies and skeletons rushed up and grabbed Bai Xiaoyi and bit them. Fortunately, the robe on Bai Xiaoyi was also a magic weapon, and these zombies could not move at all, otherwise he might have been torn off a few pieces of meat long ago.

"Bajie, haha, Bajie, Bajie... It seems that I have heard this name in the mouths of some storytellers, haha, Bajie... Cough cough, you two stinky Taoist priests, don't you help me? After all, we are all fellow orthodox fellows, and it is our duty to kill demons and eliminate demons." Bai Xiaoyi stood up from the stinking pile of corpses with difficulty. The sword in his hand emitted a strong white light and flew out around.

Zombies were shattered, and Bai Xiaoyi jumped into the sky. He was suspended in the air and shouted with great aura: "Hey, that pretending monster, let you see the most powerful magic weapon of our Haoran Sect, "Spring and Autumn Shop". The piece of book in the sky emitted a strong yellow light, becoming dozens of feet in size, and slapped it from the sky like a sill board. With a "boom", all the zombies and skeletons turned into powder in the area of ​​thirty feet long and two feet wide.

Fake looked at the changeable Shu Jian in amazement, unable to speak. It was so magical and amazing. What kind of magic is this? But when he was in a daze, Monk Bajie had already swung a heavy Zen stick. Two golden dragons were wrapped around the Zen stick, and with a dragon roar, he slashed it fiercely in the waist.

Hearing something wrong with the evil wind, Fake screamed, and a green light flashed in his eyes. Three of the most powerful century-old zombies were facing Monk Bajie. The little monk plucked up all his strength and shouted loudly. The six ring scars on his head shot out a strong golden light. His Zen Staff suddenly grew one meter long and three inches thicker, and hit the three hundred-year-old zombies that were coming. "Oh Woo" screamed, and the originally ordinary brass Zen Staff shot out an extremely pure and fierce white light, and Buddha statues wrapped around the golden dragon.

Bajie screamed excitedly: "It is indeed the Eight Treasure Bodhi Zen Staff. Our Vajra Sect's most powerful magic weapon in the gate. I didn't wrongly accuse me of touching him out of the master's Zen Room. Hahaha, it's indeed a powerful treasure." The three zombies were smashed into six pieces by his staff. The Haoran Buddha power attached to the Zen Staff directly destroyed the resentment on their bodies. You can vaguely see three white souls floating towards the west.

Farke was completely frightened. This bald little guy is so powerful? The three zombies that are comparable to the advanced Necromancer were smashed by him with a stick. Let's look behind him. Oh my God, who is that guy in white? Using that door panel, tens of thousands of zombies and skeletons had been smashed, but he was still resolutely, and was smashing hard with a trumpet.

After reciting the spell for a long time, the two of them frowned and bit their fingers, and applied their blood to the long sword and the Bagua mirror they were wearing. With a dragon roar, the long sword turned into a yellow dragon and flew into the sky. Countless thunder and fire fell down on their body, and roared around the army of undead. As soon as the big purple thunder and fire fell on them, they exploded into hundreds of purple sparks. Within ten feet of radius, all the undead warriors were wiped out.

The Bagua Mirror was even more powerful. It became bigger and bigger, and finally rose to the sky, like a moon, shooting out billions of blue light. Under the hazy light, all the undead warriors were stiffened, and wisps of black smoke appeared on their bodies. They saw their movements slower and slower and weaker. Even the initiator of the undead warrior, the poor old man Farke, also had black smoke. The green light covered his body, as if burning fire.

Farke was stunned. How could he use some magic? He exclaimed in his heart: "What kind of ghost thing is this country? Hell, this must be hell. Tens of thousands of undead army. On the Western continent, even if only one-tenth of his power can rob a castle. However, it was defeated by four children. What are they using? Do they have more powerful magic power than me?"

He really didn't know that Bai Xiaoyi and the other four young men had the level of magic power cultivation that was half a scholar and half a bottle of vinegar. However, the magic weapons they used were truly famous. Although they could not compare with those ancient goods, they were also famous and famous in the Taoist world and could rank in the top 300 powerful magic weapons. These ordinary zombies and skeletons had no magic power at all, so how could they block the attacks of these magic weapons?

When the little monk Bajie saw Fake in a daze, he felt secretly happy. He took a long breath, threw the Zen stick into the air. With a buzzing sound, the Zen stick bloomed like a lotus, and a brilliant golden lotus appeared in the air. At the stamen, he held out a dazzling, crystal-clear relic like white crystal. The relic was wrapped in white light, and a white air rushed straight into the sky, which was thousands of feet long and magnificent, and was extremely powerful.

Countless white lights shone down, and all the zombie skeletons were already seriously injured under the attack of the Bagua Mirror. When they were shining by the relics, which had the effect of transforming ghosts, the faint black energy on their bodies disappeared, and all the corpses collapsed on the ground. The green light and white light intersected each other, plus the yellow light of the "Spring and Autumn Shop" and the purple light of the yellow dragon, the sky was colorful and looked so beautiful.

For Fake, this extremely beautiful scenery was purely like a nightmare. He was frightened by the huge strength of both sides. He didn't say a word, and after chanting a few spells, he floated out like a black cloud. Even though he was running fast, he was still shining by the light of the relics, and suddenly thick black smoke emerged from his body. Fake was trembling in pain, and he couldn't help but scream: "Oh my God, how could you be the holy light of the Holy See?"

Fortunately, he swallowed the soul of his companion and obtained power far beyond the past, so he barely escaped from the joint attacks of several top magic weapons. He was swept by the yellow light of "Chunqiu Jian" and took another purple electric ball shot out of Huanglong's body. Fake could only fly out of the void with weak energy. Fortunately, the magic power in his body was enough. After two teleportations, his figure had disappeared into the hazy night.

Bai Xiaoyi stomped her feet in anger. He looked at the sky that had returned to its original size and sighed: "Poor young master, my Haoran's righteousness has not been achieved. Otherwise, as long as he could exert the power of this Spring and Autumn Shop, he could beat this old ghost to pieces." After saying that, he proudly took back the Spring and Autumn Shop, put it in his hand and stroked it for a while, looking careless. He wanted everyone to know that this was an extremely powerful magic weapon.

They seldom cultivate their minds and cultivate their nature. They proudly withdrew a sword from heaven, and boasted proudly: "It is also a little lacking in our Taoist practice. Otherwise, if our "True Dragon Sword" and "Taixu Mirror" could exert half of the strength, the old ghost would have long been scattered, and even a trace of residual soul would not be able to escape." After saying that, they also held the magic weapon in their hands, wiping and blowing proudly, as if that thing was as precious as something.

The little monk Bajie sat cross-legged and placed the Zen stick on his knees seriously, sighed to the sky, "Ah, the glitz in the world is all smoke and clouds... The nerd of Haoran Sect and the ghost painting talisman of Yin Fu Sect, it is useless to blew it violently. Buddha, my eight-treasure Bodhi Zen Staff, is the most treasure of the Buddhist sect, and it is extremely powerful. How can you compare to your kind?"

Bai Xiaoyi, cultivating her mind and cultivating her character, started to scold her: "Bald Donkey."

Bajie jumped up, pointed at Bai Xiaoyi and cursed, "Corrupt Confucianism." Then he pointed to two paths and scolded, "Stinky bull's nose."

Suddenly, the four people divided into two camps and revealed their true feelings to each other. After a while, they didn't know who cursed the wrong person first. As a result, the four people cursed each other indiscriminately. At the end of the scolding, the four people wanted to start a duel immediately and split up a life or death on the spot.

Fortunately, Bai Xiaoyi had some idea, and he shouted in a deep voice: "Wait, I must understand today's affairs with you. However, we are subordinates of the Orthodox Church, and we must not learn the methods of cults to fight each other. We cannot compete in martial arts, but we have to compete in literature... Whoever can kill the escaped old demon will win, and everyone else will have to obey him in the future. How about it?"

A monk and two Taoist priests shouted at the same time: "Okay, that's it, who killed that old demon, we will listen to his orders for life in the future. As long as we don't ask us to do anything that is harmful to the world, we can do anything for him."

The four of them made a poisonous oath, divided into three groups of people, and then shouted a ghost and rushed out at the same time.

Fake, who was running quickly, finally stopped and was about to use the power of the Soul Stone to heal the wound on his body. However, there was a vague sound of breaking through the air from behind, and a strange light flashed. Fake was so scared that he jumped up and left. His body was painful and tired, panting like a cow, and he looked very embarrassed. Fake kept shouting in his heart: "This is a nightmare, this is not true, this is a nightmare, this is not true... The army of tens of thousands of undead people was actually destroyed by four children... I must be dreaming."
Chapter completed!