Bad Master: Disciple, don't make trouble, you are pregnant!

The demon god Ligu really didn't expect that this Ning Chan would be so difficult to deal with.

His most proud stunt failed to cause any damage to him, and was even dispelled by the opponent.

How can this be tolerated?

If you can bear it, you can eat shit.

As a demon god, he was defuse by a mortal, and if he spread the word, he would not be killed by a joke.

Ever since, the more he thought about it, the more aggrieved the Demon God Ligu could not sit still. While mobilizing his aura to make his eyeballs continue to gather blood, he stepped forward, ready to slap Ning Chan and Qiu Jue to death.

However, facing the menacing demon god, Ning Chan didn't panic at all, and she even had time to take a look at Wei Canglan who was lying down and fell into a deep sleep.

Looking at her disciple's peaceful face, Ning Chan's mood became more complicated.

How could his most beloved disciple die like this?
impossible!
My second brother is invincible...

Oh no, my disciple is invincible in the world.

Everything is the devil's fault.

He has to pay the price.

That's right, it was the devil's fault.

The old lady is going to tear you up now.

Ning Chan, who was getting more and more angry, didn't care about that much, stepped on the furious thunder, surrounded by purple lightning with both arms, and flew towards the demon god.

At the same time, Qiu Jue from the side also gave assistance, and shot out several dark flames, flying towards the demon god together with the thunder light.

boom--

Ning Chan's petite figure turned into a shooting star and collided with the huge body of the Demon God.

The deafening noise made the ground shake violently.

It was just a collision, and the two did not decide the winner.

Ning Chan was surrounded by spiritual energy and thunder light. She moved away, stepped back a few feet, fixed her eyes on the other party, and chanted at the same time:
"Leifa, fire the gun!"

After the words fell, the thunder and lightning in her hand flickered and moved rapidly, and it became longer and longer, forming the shape of a spear, but in fact it was not a real entity, but a phantom spear composed of illusory and dancing thunder and lightning.

I saw Ning Chan flying up with a spear in his hand, aiming at the demon god, and waved his arm!
The long spear shot out, mixed with vigor and vigor, stirring up the wind and thunder.

At the same time, Qiu Jue was also assisting. She activated her demonic energy and cut her fingers towards the void.

A crack unexpectedly appeared behind the Demon God Li Gu.

At this moment, the Demon God had no time to care about the crack in the Styx, because the spear was already close at hand.

He was confident that he could completely block the thunder gun, so he directly raised his hand, intending to rely on his solid flesh to completely resist the thunder gun.

However, the moment the thunder gun touched him, it disappeared out of thin air.

This made Ning Chan and the Demon God slightly astonished.

Only Qiu Jue, the corners of his mouth curled up imperceptibly.

The next moment, the thunder gun actually appeared in the crack of the Styx river behind the demon god Ligu!
Sensing the fluctuation of the aura, the Demon God Li Gu quickly turned his head to resist.

But this time, he was a step slower.

The thunder gun that was supposed to be fired from the front unexpectedly shot out from the crack in the rear.

boom--

The long spear transformed from Nine Heavens Fury Thunder directly pierced through the devilish energy around the Demon God and pierced straight into his skin.

Without deliberate defense, even the Demon God could not resist Ning Chan's attack.

In an instant, the flesh was bloody.

A huge blood hole appeared on the Demon God's back.

"Damn!"

"Damn you all!"

A mouthful of old black blood spewed out, and the figure of the Demon God was unsteady and almost fell. He held onto a hill beside him, and managed to stabilize his figure. Looking at the two people who played a perfect match, the Demon God Ligu was furious at this moment, roaring .

The eyeballs in the sky once again burst into bloody beams of light.

This time, Ning Chan had already prepared herself and urged Lei Fa to face the bloody beam of light.

However, she overlooked one thing.

That is, although the demon god was injured, he was not unable to move.

Just when she was urging Lei Fa, the demon god went crazy and slapped Ning Chan with all his strength.

not good!

Ning Chan retreated quickly, but she was also a step slower.

What they were facing was a demon god, not an ordinary monk.

If you are not careful, you will die here.

Qiu Jue's face was gloomy, and she didn't dare to relax in the slightest. Seeing that Ning Chan was going to be injured, she quickly gave out her devilish energy to protect her.

However, she didn't expect that this time, the demon god seemed determined to die with Ning Chan, and he didn't care about Lei Fa and Ming Yan's damage to his body, so he wanted to slap Ning Chan to death.

"You all have to die."

Listening to his roar, Ning Chan smacked her tongue with disdain in her eyes.

Isn't it just a slap?
Ha ha.

Big deal, this seat is next.

As long as you can't kill me, then my wife will send you back to the west.

Ning Chan took a sharp breath, ready to take the offensive abruptly.

However, at this moment, a mutation protruded!

……

In the endless chaos. , Wei Canglan is suspended here.

His body was lying flat, his limbs drooping naturally, like a sign of death.

The chest never rises and falls, the wounds on the body never heal.

Floating in the chaotic void like this, I don't know how long it has passed.

A figure in cassock slowly appeared.

With a bald head and compassionate eyes filled with impatience, he came to Wei Canglan's body, raised his wrinkled palm, and slowly passed his aura over.

After an unknown period of time, Wei Canglan gradually began to breathe.

Buddha light and spiritual energy intertwined and covered his body.

Suddenly, the dead Wei Canglan sat up suddenly.

He gasped heavily, the fear in his eyes never dissipated for a long time.

Slowly lowering his head, Wei Canglan saw that his naked upper body had never had a single scar.

I'm not dead?
Is the injury healed?

What happened?
The shock in his heart was beyond words, Wei Canglan only felt that it was not real.

He looked around subconsciously, and saw an old and kind bald man staring at him benevolently.

Who are you holding?
Scared the old man.

Ok?
Looks like a Buddhist?

Is it from the Western Regions or the Central Plains?
After a little thought, Wei Canglan said politely:
"Master, did you save me?"

The monk shook his head and nodded again.

special.

I don’t want to communicate with you Buddhist disciples, everyone is a riddle, yes is yes, no is no, what do you mean by nodding and shaking your head.

"Grandmaster……"

Wei Canglan thought about it, and continued to ask.

But the old monk explained this time:
"The life of the benefactor should not be terminated, the old man is just passing on some spiritual energy to the benefactor."

"Thank you Master for saving your life."

Well, no matter what, thank you in advance.

It seems that this guy is not a bad guy.

Hey, wait, where is this?
Why does it feel so familiar?

Isn't this chaotic world just my sea of ​​consciousness?
Wait a minute, where is Lao Tzu's King Kong?

"Donor, don't look for it anymore, the Dharma is in your heart."? ?

Can't understand.

"Benefactor, this old monk will help you here. For the rest of the journey, the benefactor needs to walk alone."

"Wait, who is the master?"