Journey to the West I am just a river god

"You are nothing more than that! Do you only know this trick?" After Lin Yun finished speaking, Yu Shuangjian chopped off the nine-headed worm.

After the Nine-Headed Insect appeared in its main body, although its strength and defense were greatly improved, its speed dropped slightly compared to the Dao Body state.

Wang Shuxihe fell on both ends of the Nine-Headed Insect's ice and fire.

But what surprised Lin Yun was that he didn't cut off the two ends this time.

Purdue Cihang of A Chinese Story of Three Worlds has a golden body and has reached the peak of Xuanxian, and he can break through his defense with this sword, but he didn't expect to be unable to deal with this Hydra this time.

However, the Nine-Headed Insect can be regarded as a different species from heaven and earth, so this situation is acceptable.

"Hehe, last time you were lucky enough to chop off my poisonous head, the other 8 heads are not so fragile."

"is it?"

The avatar outside Lin Yun's body opened, and the avatar of Shinto appeared in midair holding the King Quan sword.

Under Wang Shuxihe's restraint, the incarnation of Shinto found an opportunity, and Wang Quan sword came out, and cut off the poisonous head again.

"what!!!"

The Nine-Headed Insect cried out. It might be the great pain, or it might be the shame of being cut off again.

This time Lin Yun had the foresight, in order not to pollute the environment, he cast a spell to put away the poisonous head. Although he didn't know what it would be useful for, let's put it away for now.

The Nine-Headed Insect lost its poisonous head this time, but did not escape. It seemed that the opportunity really fascinated the Nine-Headed Insect, even so, it was still unwilling to give up.

"It seems that today's opportunity will belong to me." Lin Yun's body and the avatar of Shendao faced each other, enclosing the nine-headed worm.

"Hehe, I'm being soft-hearted. Back then, I should have killed you with serious injuries. But today is different, so I'll let you see my hole cards." After Nine-Headed Insect finished speaking, it actually smiled strangely .

The Nine-Headed Insect burned its blood essence and lifespan, and grew the poisonous head again in a short time.

According to legend, the Nine-Headed Insect has the blood of the Dragon Clan and the Nine-Phoenix. At this time, there are signs of returning to the ancestors, and it has completely faded into the appearance of a nine-headed phoenix.

However, it is completely different from the traditional phoenix. It has no auspicious and peaceful atmosphere, but is full of evil and blood.

Or it would be more appropriate to call it a ghost car.

"Hehehehe, it took me thousands of years of blood to transform into this ghost car form. I don't know if anyone who has seen your hole card is really dead, but anyone who has seen my ghost car form is not alive."

After transforming into a ghost car state, the strength of the Nine-Headed Insect has greatly increased, and it has a faint hint of a golden fairy.

But Lin Yun wasn't afraid, after all, he was the one who had killed three big bosses at the top of the Golden Immortal with just a snap of his fingers, although it was with the help of external force.

The god will incarnate the peak of the Shinto outside the body, holding the kingly sword, using the power of faith, the air of incense burns the kingly sword to deceive the gods, and fights against the nine-headed insect in this ghost car state.

Although the incarnation of Shinto was a bit invincible, Lin Yun's purpose was not to hope that the incarnation of Shinto could defeat the Nine-Headed Insect.

It was just for a restraining effect, at this moment Lin Yun found a gap, with a tricky angle, a tricky posture, looking at Shu Xihe, the two swords united, and stabbed at the heart of the nine-headed worm.

With one strike of the sword, the ghost car form of the nine-headed worm was actually broken, and the nine-headed worm was returned to its original shape.

At this time, the sky was very windy and it was raining cats and dogs.

The rain fell with bloody resentment. Although Lin Yun was not afraid, he didn't want to pollute the fairy body, so he mobilized spiritual energy to form a protection.

"Who dares to hurt my brother?"

Chapter 67 Chance and True Chance

The monster race generally has three states, the main body, the Tao body, and the Tao body state that retains certain characteristics of the body. The people who come should be birds and beasts.

"Who are you?"

"I am the Great Sage of Hunting Sky, Peng Demon King!"

When Wukong visited the heroes in Huaguo Mountain, he met the Bull Demon King and other six demon kings, and the seven became brothers.

Later Sun Wukong called himself the Monkey King, and the Peng Demon King also called himself the Monkey King.

"Great Sage Hunting Heaven? Peng Demon King? Then Sun Wukong is called the Monkey King, also known as the Great Sage Equaling Heaven. Are you sworn relationship with him?"

"Hehe, Monkey King? The seven of us were indeed the Seven Great Saints of the Monster Race in the beginning."

From this tone, it seems that the relationship between Wukong and them is not very good.

"Sun Wukong is causing trouble in the Heavenly Palace. If you don't go to rescue the nine-headed worm, you will come from thousands of miles to help. I have obeyed the will of the Heavenly Court, and you insist on stopping me?"

Of course, Lin Yun will not really kill the nine-headed worm or capture it back to the heaven, there will be more troubles, but Lin Yun really wants this opportunity today, and Lin Yun can feel that this opportunity is also very important to him .

"Third brother, don't waste your time talking with him, the opportunity here is about to be born."

The Nine-Headed Insect, who was taking the opportunity to meditate and recover, reminded.

"Hehe, I was dragged in by your kid. I don't want to fight with you today, so go back quickly."

Hearing what the Peng Demon King said, the nine-headed worm wanted to say something more, but was stopped by the Peng Demon King with his eyes.

"Oh, it seems that it's impossible not to fight." Lin Yun mobilized the spiritual energy in his whole body, ready to fight again.

The seven great sages of the demon clan are all Golden Immortals, and the Roc Demon King is ranked third, and his strength is not weak. To fight with this Roc Demon King, it takes 12 points of strength.

"Huh, today, I really don't want to fight with you, so I will write down this revenge first." After the Demon King finished speaking, he took the Nine-Headed Insect away from here.

Not only Nine-Headed Insect, but also Lin Yun were a little confused.

Seeing everything about the people going to the ground and the sky, did Lin Yun say he would not fight?Just leave?

wrong!Lin Yun suddenly realized that the Demon King Roc might have come here as a clone, and the filthy rain at the beginning was just an act of pretentiousness.

But that's fine, Lin Yun didn't really want to do anything to the nine-headed worm, just beat him up to vent his anger, but he didn't chase after the Demon King Peng rescued him.

After all, the opportunity to be born is the most important.

A spiritual creature is about to be born, and this dry mountain actually glows with new vitality. Everything is revived, and the purple air emerges, as if the heaven and the earth have also begun to play fairy music.

Following the opportunity, Lin Yun walked towards the dry mountain, and came to a mountain depression after going round and round.

The flowers in this mountain depression are like brocade, but it is in stark contrast to the whole mountain withered and nothing.

The core of the flowers is a seven-color chrysanthemum.

This seven-color chrysanthemum exudes endless charm and temptation, it seems to be saying come and eat me, which is quite weird.

After Lin Yun took precautions, he walked forward and carefully observed the seven-color chrysanthemum. Although the seven-color chrysanthemum is full of temptation, it also exudes a strong spirituality, but Lin Yun can indeed perceive that it is highly poisonous.

In the prehistoric world, there are generally not many people who can poison more than immortals. It's not that the toxicity is not good, but that they can be identified.