The cat who wears Jackie Chan

Under Le Yuan's leadership, the army of paper figurines marched forward triumphantly, like a hurricane blowing in the city, sweeping in everything along the way.

With a sharp knife hidden in his sleeve, Mu Xuefeng was in the midst of the noisy crowd, and from time to time he shot, giving a fatal blow to the ghost or tiger demon.

The paper people walking together, even with knives and sticks, can't be said to have much combat power.But moving forward in such a noisy way seems to have lighter burdens on the shoulders than when wandering in dark alleys, hiding in thick fog, and fighting against everyone in sight.

Mu Xuefeng silently watched the boy with cat ears taking the lead.He has already taken wound medicine, but the effect of the pill is not as good as looking at his cat to make him feel better.

The screams lingering in his ears, and the severe pain of the wound tearing, after meeting his cat, they were all relieved unconsciously.

He was in an unbearable situation physically and mentally.Like a porcelain vase falling from a high place, it keeps falling, maybe it will hit the ground and shatter in the next moment, but it is caught by a pair of gentle hands halfway.

Um?Feeling that his footsteps slowed down, Le Yuan turned to look at him, leaned over and grabbed his hand: "Does your wound hurt? I'll support you."

"I'm fine." Mu Xuefeng said.He was indeed much better, he took a sigh of relief.

Before he finished speaking, he was stared at severely.

Le Yuan was beeping loudly in his heart: You will always say this!As long as you don't die, you're fine, right?

What's wrong with this answer? Why are you staring at me?Mu Xuefeng couldn't help but wonder.

In a certain hall of the City Lord's Mansion, the three of them were looking at the white-clothed boy in the water mirror. From being on the verge of madness, his breath gradually stabilized.

They also saw the storm that was sweeping through the ghost city.

Tiger demons don't like to gather in groups, and they are usually scattered in the city to live their own lives.Things started in a hurry, and before they could meet up, they were defeated by the army of paper figurines one by one, and the tiger demon and ghosts were drastically reduced.

That team swept all the way to the City Lord's Mansion.

"Hmph, I was disturbed by that little cat monster." Hu Yin, head of the White Tiger Clan, frowned.

Song Li, the elder of Qinglian Sword Sect who was also watching by the water mirror, and the golden phantom performing Taoist Immortal all looked at him.

The golden phantom said: "Hu Yin, it's time for you to express your sincerity. If you can do this well, I will cast a spell to preserve your memory and cultivation, and completely transform you into a human race."

"Yes, my subordinate is willing to go!" Hu Yin bowed.

In his heart, a trace of helplessness floated up.Even though Ying Long has been reincarnated for hundreds of generations, and the remaining prestige of the Demon Emperor is still there, he feels a little apprehensive...

What's more, killing the old master with your own hands will greatly damage your luck.But he has already accepted the nomination certificate to the human race, and there is no turning back.

"Have you had enough trouble? Let me stop here."

All the people marching mightily felt their ears buzzing and painful, and a majestic and grand voice exploded in the sky like rolling thunder.

Following this sound, a lightning-like white light fell and blocked the road ahead, turning into a middle-aged man with white hair and golden pupils.

The terrifying coercion released from him instantly made a large group of paper figurines kneel down on the ground.

Le Yuan also felt the bones creaking all over his body, and the huge force was pouring down from the top of his head, trying to bend his knees and collapse his spine, hum, I...don't kneel!With a thought, he transformed back into a little orange cat, and got out from the fallen Xipa and wedding dress.The four claws charged slightly and jumped onto the owner's shoulder.

In the audience, only Mu Xuefeng was still standing tall, like a pine like a bamboo, and walked forward from the kneeling crowd.

"You are the master of the ghost city, the patriarch of the tiger clan?" He looked at the visitor with a pair of icy eyes, and his voice was firm.

"That's right," Hu Yin grinned, "My name is Hu Yin, and I'm here to take your life!"

Recalling one incident, Song Li, who was standing by the water mirror, made another tactic, urging the technique of looking at qi.

On Ying Long's body was still a huge blue pillar of luck soaring into the sky.The so-called God's favor is such a scene.

And his cat...

Song Li clicked his tongue when he saw it.The little orange cat was shrouded in a ball of dazzling golden light, like a sun set in the world, shining light in all directions.

Is the even rarer golden yang anomaly caused by Zhulong's backhands on this cat?

The coercion that fell on him was suddenly withdrawn, and the paper people fled away one after another.The bolder ones stopped in the distance and stretched their necks, trying to see the upcoming battle clearly.

Hu Yin, the patriarch of the tiger demon, exhaled a breath of platinum, which turned into a long sword, and with a wave of his hand, the sword radiated brilliantly.

The white tiger belongs to gold, and it is the master of killing. It is born to control the aura of gold.

Then with a roar, a dense crowd of ghosts appeared behind him.

Hu Yin didn't need to rely on ghosts to lure living people to eat.Therefore, the ghosts he controls are not like those who are active in the city. They look like ordinary people, but ghosts with green bodies and blood-red pupils.

Not ghost soldiers and ghost soldiers...all of them can be called ghost generals!

Surrounded by ghosts, sword light strikes.

Mu Xuefeng didn't show a trace of fear, her figure was like lightning, and she went up to meet her.

Holding the sharp boning knife in his left hand, he slashed open the throat of a raised ghost.

Holding the Longque Knife in his right hand, which had been silent for many days, the light of the knife flowed, and the Dragon Sparrow cried in phantom, blocking the Gengjin Sword Qi that Hu Yin swung.

After turning into a "ghost messenger" and sending away many wandering souls, his spiritual power has also recovered a lot, and he can use the fairy weapon again.

Meow meow, owner, I will help you too!

The little orange cat squatting on his shoulders hastily activated the illusion, preparing to let the tiger demon Hu Yin listen to a few words first, then do a set of chemistry papers, and drink some concentrated sulfuric acid in front of the river god by the pond...

But halfway through the incantation in my heart, it got stuck.

Meow, my spiritual power is stagnant, I can't use it!

Seeing the owner bear the storm-like attack from the opposite side alone, and the freshly bandaged arm began to drip blood again, the little orange cat was about to sweat.

By the way, the little orange cat suddenly had an idea, remembering that Boss Chen of the paper doll shop used the spiritual power stored in the spirit stone to make paper dolls... I can use the spirit stone!

Taking out a few spirit stones, the little orange cat tried to absorb the spirit energy contained in them, and at the same time summoned the Niguanglian and the Qiankun bracelet with his mind.

I'm not a cat anymore!

I am now a kryptonite monster!

Oh, this cat actually pulled out a magic weapon?Ying Long treats his spiritual pet very well.

Hu Yin glanced at it, then sneered plainly.Although the celestial weapon is good, a mere little cat demon in the pulse congealing stage has been blocked with spiritual power, so he can't even use [-]% of his power, right?

With the sound of wind and thunder, the Qiankun bracelet slammed down hard on the top of the head.

To Hu Yin, a blow that could shatter other people's brains was soft and powerless.

His whole body was covered with a layer of metallic luster, and the word "King" appeared faintly on his forehead.The tiger demon clan, which is very friendly to the golden phase, has a body of copper skin and iron bones, invulnerable to swords and guns, and can withstand the offensive of most spells and weapons.

Perhaps Ying Long's Dragon Sparrow Saber was slashed out to make him feel a little moved.But Yinglong was trapped by the besieging ghosts, and it was very difficult for him to protect himself, and he had no energy left to threaten him again.

It seems that as long as the power of Yinglong's deity does not erupt on the opposite side, there is absolutely no possibility of a comeback, Hu Yin thought to himself.

If it came to that situation, the onlooker Yan Dao Immortal Venerable would make a move, right?

Song Li, who was watching the battle by the water mirror, frowned.

Compared with Chuiqing and Jinyang's luck, Hu Yin's black and blood-stained low luck looks a little pitiful.

The luck only came out a few feet above Hu Yin's head, and it exuded a decaying breath.

Black and red luck means that he has committed a lot of crimes and is condemned by heaven.But after all, Hu Yin is an old monster who has been born for many years, and he always has some basic luck.

Some mortals have bad luck, they can choke to death after eating a piece of dough, and they can fall to death when walking on flat ground, but this world has never heard of a Nascent Soul monster who died in this way, and it was the Nascent Soul cultivator. The basic luck is much stronger than that of ordinary people.

However, what Hu Yin faced were two luck monsters——

With swords, lights and swords intertwined, Ying Long was still struggling to support himself in the midst of ghosts.

In the end, there was a big difference in the realm, and he was injured. In just a few breaths, Ying Long was already in danger.

Every time, he narrowly avoided the ultimate move, but there were several new wounds on his body.

The situation was so urgent, but the huge blue pillar of luck that enveloped him was still standing firmly, soaring straight into the sky.

It would be extremely difficult to get rid of him here... Song Li thought to himself that he didn't dare to say this in front of Immortal Master Yan Dao.

It's like using a centipede to challenge in a cockfight, but it's just a bet that the centipede will be the first to poison the natural enemy rooster to death.Those who dare to bet on centipedes are bad gamblers, and Hu Yin is such a bad gambler now.

However, Hu Yin deserved to betray the monster clan of his origin and betray the master for glory.

Through the water mirror, Song Li followed the course of the battle intently, and made a new discovery.

Every time Ying Long couldn't dodge, another wound was added to his body, and his own blue luck remained unchanged, but the low black and red luck on Hu Yinhuan's body seemed to be slashed out of thin air, and the top was cut off. last cut.

To be an enemy to the son favored by heaven will naturally suffer backlash.

If you say these things, it is still normal——

Song Li's eyes widened.

Seeing that Yinglong was repeatedly injured, the cat he raised seemed to be furious, meowing loudly, and the hair all over his body exploded.At the same time, the golden yang luck that enveloped the little orange cat's whole body unexpectedly radiated so much that it illuminated a large area of ​​the world.

Hu Yin's black-red luck burned as soon as it touched the light of the golden sun.The fire was raging, and the already poor luck melted a large area in an instant.

Hiss, Song Li gasped when he saw it.

This guy is so terrifying!

If it is said that favoring luck can only resist passively and counterattack the enemy, this Jinyang luck will take the initiative to attack!

Unexpectedly, a little cat demon could be so cruel!

The technique of gazing at qi could not check herself, so Song Ying subconsciously touched the invisible "Qi luck" on the top of her head, feeling a chill on her forehead.

He was also secretly glad that he didn't fight these two luck monsters head-on.

In the water mirror, Ying Long, who had long been unable to support himself, was still struggling to support himself.It seemed that one more move would finish him off, but it was too late to succeed.

Hu Yin's fortune has been getting lower and lower, reaching the bottom, and even black and red are almost invisible.

Song Li couldn't help thinking, if Hu Yin didn't die this time, he might become the first ancestor of Yuan Ying who choked to death after drinking water, right?