Fengshen: From the Spider Spirit Falling in Love with Me

Tang Wen quietly came to Baidu Mountain.

Zhang Song asked the butler to prepare a large table of food and took out a jar of spiritual wine from the fairy palace.

Both of them were very relaxed and chatted casually.

Two days ago, three great monks in the late Jindan stage broke into the Holy Church. They were so powerful that they easily slaughtered the entire branch temple.

Thousands of followers and two Jindan-stage leaders.

The big boss now led his men back several hundred miles, giving up a big city, and was too scared to go out.

The affairs of the sect are now managed by the fourth leader Kuang Yu.

Zhang Song knew that this was Tang Wen's clone.

"You said those three people were demons?"

"It must be a demon." Tang Wen said coldly, and slammed his palms on the table several times.

He talked about the news he had received, that the three demons were drinking and eating people in Hua Man Lou, and they had no sense of law or morality at all.

Some people stood up angrily, but ended up adding a few more corpses.

Someone saw the Dianzhou chief steward hiding in a box and standing with the boss of Huamanlou.

"Damn it." Zhang Song was angry.

If a city manager can do such a thing, such a dynasty should be overthrown.

"I'm just wondering, shouldn't normal monsters have to reach the Nascent Soul stage before they can transform? These three monsters are obviously only in the late Golden Core stage. What's going on?"

Zhang Song asked for him.

He wrote a letter and asked someone to deliver it to Ge Xian and then to Huang Shiqi, the shopkeeper of Siling Pavilion.

Soon a red-eyed crow rushed out of Baidu Peak.

In less than two hours, Zhang Song received a reply from Huang Shiqi.

This guy actually charged one hundred and fifty spirit stones.

"The Transformation Pill is a kind of medicine from the demon race. It can maintain a human form for a year. It is very valuable."

"The three demons, the sheep, the tiger, and the bear, were hired by the Dianzhou governor through connections with the demon-suppressing department."

Huang Shiqi deliberately added: “The bounty price for these three monsters in the Four Spirits Pavilion is extremely high, especially the third-level tiger monster. Many clan leaders are in urgent need of drugs, as long as they can get it.”

Zhang Song handed the letter to Tang Wen.

After reading it, Tang Wen sneered and said, "Without the tacit approval of Dali Academy, the Demon Suppression Division would not dare to release the suppressed demon so blatantly."

Tang Wen got the accurate information and left. When he left, he left behind a lot of books, antiques, calligraphy and paintings, etc.

Zhang Song liked these things, so he found a large family and picked out the best ones to bring to Zhang Song.

"This is a Huanghuali wood bookshelf, and this one is Jinsinan, right? Ordinary people are not allowed to use them."

Zhang Song was looking at these things, but he was thinking about the three monsters that were eating people in Hua Man Lou.

Shaking his head, he thought he couldn’t afford to offend them. They were three people in the late Jindan stage.

Two days later, news came that the Marquis of Zhenshan led the Zhenshan Army to kill a bear monster. The corpse alone was as high as two wooden stories, and it took hundreds of war horses to drag it around the Zhenshan City.

Mr. Huang?

At the party, Ge Xian told the news he had received that this old guy was actually hiding beside the Marquis of Zhenshan.

The other two monsters were frightened and retreated quickly.

Tens of thousands of people died in the battle, and every household was devastated. Many villages were emptied out, with no women or children left.

...

Monk Hu casually threw a clean-gnawed human bone on the ground.

Bah, the old man’s meat is just a piece of meat, not chewy, just to fill your stomach.

He looked towards the village in the distance, thought about it, and decided not to go over.

Now he is injured and there are four Jindans following him who want to kill him.

He was so unlucky. He had just escaped from the prison of the Demon Suppression Bureau. Before he could enjoy a few days of good life, he was beaten up.

Unlike the sheep scholar and the big bear, he really turned over a new leaf and became a new man. He even ate a monk on purpose and transformed himself into a ghost, teaching himself every day how to be a compassionate monk.

When attacking Hunyuan Sect, everything went smoothly.

But suddenly, countless treasures, murderous auras, and magic enveloped him.

These attacks come from behind and around.

These human beings are so unethical and immoral. They are from the same camp and have drunk at the same table.

He was invited to help them.

Monk Hu was ambushed by his own people, who were targeting his lower body.

The way those people looked at him was the same way he looked at the beauty, wishing they could pounce on her and take a bite of her immediately.

The most infuriating thing is that there was a zombie who disguised himself as someone close to him and stole the storage bag. It was just a few hundred spirit stones. It was too much effort.

He wanted to go back to the demon realm. He knew a way. Although it was dangerous, it would be smooth all the way as long as he passed through a very chaotic canyon.

Humph, when I come back, I will help you all to be liberated.

Let you cut tiger penis, let you make tiger bone wine, let you peel tiger skin.

The more I think about it, the angrier I get. I'm going crazy!

"boom!"

Suddenly, a simple-minded young man appeared from behind him, holding a bone pestle in both hands and smashed it hard on his head.

Jinghong!

The second sword made a loud whistling sound in the air, and smashed hard on the back of the head with tremendous force.

He felt hot on his head and a little dizzy.

He roared instantly, and a tail as thick as an arm appeared behind him and lashed out fiercely.

This whip was so powerful that it was like a giant python hunting its prey. It didn't even give the opponent a chance to dodge and directly hit the opponent's head.

Snapped!

It actually hit a small flag the size of a palm.

Zhang Song had already overestimated the seriously injured tiger demon, but he did not expect that the two blows he had accumulated strength for a long time only made the opponent shake his big head a few times.

"Hey!" Good baby.

Monk Hu's eyes lit up, and he took a sudden step forward, knocking him away in an instant. At the same time, he grabbed his arm and slammed it to the ground.

The tiger is the king of beasts and has extraordinary natural talents. How could a cultivator in the foundation-building stage possibly be his opponent?

Huh, drink!

He couldn't help laughing. This little monk was so stunned that he actually used pupil techniques on him?

How ignorant this is.

A dark light flashed in his huge eyes, and countless figures walked out from them, some wailing, some crying, some cursing fiercely, and rushing towards Zhang Song.

There was a huge gap in realm, and even though his mental strength surpassed that of his peers, it still couldn't make up for it.

He took a slight step back.

Just as Monk Hu was about to attack, a pitch-black tree root suddenly emerged from under his feet and lay directly across his feet.

He crushed it without stopping. Suddenly, another fist-sized stone rolled under his feet, causing him to pause slightly.

With the Mountain God Technique, Zhang Song's perception within a hundred meters around him increased by about three times, and he could also control some plants.

"Boy, if you make me angry, I will break your bones bit by bit, and I will refine you into a ghost, so that you will live in pain every day."

"Just you? You are so arrogant. I even said I would use your tiger penis to make wine."

Zhang Song was panting heavily, calculating every moment. Fighting against such an opponent, if he was even slightly careless, he would die and even his soul would lose control.

Monk Hu is invincible among those of the same level. This is his way. Ever since he became a monster, he has been extremely domineering, and his magical powers carry powerful perception and oppression.

Zhang Song is practicing the magic of mountain god, while Monk Hu is a natural born mountain king.

His golden elixir was perfect, and in the death cell of the Demon Suppression Bureau he had even eliminated all the blood and impurities from it. He was only one step away from advancing to the Nascent Soul stage.

The Demon Suppression Division released a powerful demon of this level because of the successive deaths of its men in Yunnan Province.

puff!

The two men fought again, head-on, with almost no dodging.

Monk Hu's face became more and more ferocious. His power was endless, and he dared to compete with himself in strength and physique. It was like a child holding a huge cauldron without knowing the extent of his fear.