The Monk

Chapter 920 Regardless of victory or defeat

Zhang Ai looked at it from a distance and was extremely surprised. What kind of effort did it take to repair the magic gate? Can you actually hide yourself in someone else's magic weapon and hurt the enemy?

Among the four masters of transformation, only the Second Ghost Ancestor did not take action. At this time, he turned his head to look in the direction of Zhang Ai and asked softly: "Did you bring him here?" Zhang Ai knew that he could not hide it from them, so he did not hide his figure. , after listening to the Second Ghost Ancestor’s question, he took a few steps forward and replied, “No.”

The Second Ghost Ancestor said "oh" and seemed to believe Zhang Wen's words. He turned back to look at Shishan. Just now, the stone mountain was smashed in the air, hitting the thin smoke cloud and the physiognomist below. In this way, it seems that the fortune teller saved Meng Nu's life. If he hadn't beaten Meng Nu away, she would have been smashed to death at the foot of the mountain at this moment.

The battlefield suddenly calmed down. Amidst the splashing yellow sand, there was a small ingot-shaped hill standing in the desert. Four people were surrounded by four people outside the mountain, quietly waiting for the moment when the huge mountain was blasted or bounced away.

Judging from the ability of the divine envoy to kill the god-transforming monks at will, no matter how careless he is, his life will not be taken away by a stone mountain. But everyone watched for a long time. The yellow sand in the sky had fallen to the ground, the dust was quiet, and the fortune teller remained silent. On the other hand, Black Monster and Zhou Zheng looked nervous and each controlled their magic weapons to kill the enemy in the boulder.

After waiting for a while longer, the mountain god was impatient and shouted: "Fall to the ground and take root." Then the hill with a radius of dozens of meters suddenly turned into a living thing, stretching out countless roots like trees, and inserted straight into the desert. After a while, , his magic weapon hill has deeply rooted into the thick soil under the desert, becoming a whole with this land.

At this time, the mountain god looked frightened, glanced at the other people, and said lightly: "I'm going to take revenge." He pinched the magic formula with both hands and walked towards the stone mountain, looking as if he was going to hit the mountain.

After he said this, the Second Ghost Ancestor's face tightened, he grabbed the giant flag in the air and raised it. The desert suddenly lost its vitality. Although it was illuminated by daylight, it had an eerie feeling. Then he saw this The place stood still, completely motionless. The wind stopped, the sand stopped, and only the mountain god was left resolutely crashing into the stone mountain.

Suddenly I heard a chuckle: "That's it? I'm really disappointed." As the words rang out, a little golden light suddenly lit up on the black stone mountain. It was the golden light on the fingertips of the fortune teller just now. It flickered slightly, There was a thunder in the clear sky, and the stone mountain was blown away by the thunder, revealing the fortune teller covered in smoke. In the smoke cloud were Zhou Zheng's spiked net and the three skulls of the black monster struggling, not to attack the fortune teller, but I want to take it back, but I can't.

The Second Ghost Ancestor said softly: "Of course it won't be just this." A little more magic in his hand, and there was a loud thunder-like sound under the fortune teller's feet. The thunder just struck made only a slight crackling sound, but this time the two ghost ancestors exploded like countless talismans at the same time, exploding a huge sand pit in front of them.

There was a man standing in the sand pit, the smoke and clouds all around him being blown away. He was holding a white flag and looking curiously at his feet. At this time, the fortune teller was calm and ordinary, with strong self-confidence that he was in control of the world, and also free and easy that he didn't care about anything. He was not at all the embarrassing fortune teller who was teased by people in Yanguo Street.

He lowered his head, and the Second Ghost Ancestor made another secret. The Xiangshi suddenly felt his feet tighten, as if he was caught by something. Just as he was about to kick his feet to get away, the Second Ghost Ancestor shouted loudly, and the giant flag in his hand was torn apart instantly. Every piece of the torn flag cloth was shot at the fortune teller like a dart.

Although it was just linen cloth, its speed and power were unparalleled by any magical weapon in the world. The fortune teller finally became serious. When he saw the banner flying, he ignored the binding at his feet. With a move of his fingertips, the clear sky became clear again. He struck countless lightning strikes and laid down a thunder waterfall in front of him, splitting every piece of flag cloth into nothingness.

At this time, the Second Ghost Ancestor took action again. He jumped up and flew towards the fortune teller. He was in the air and hit him with his head. During the flight, he turned into a huge bone sword. The blade flashed with black light and stabbed straight at him. . Judging from the length, width and sharpness of the bone sword, as long as it can stab the fortune teller, the fortune teller will definitely be cut into two pieces.

The Second Ghost Ancestor moved so fast that he flew almost at the same time as Banner Bu, but was half a minute slower. After the lightning struck the waterfall, the huge bone sword he transformed into had already been inserted directly into the Xiangshi's waist, and it was more than a minute deep.

The two of them were fighting so fast that the other three god-transformation masters could not intervene. The mountain god who wanted to hit the stone with his body was forced to stop where he was and call back the stone mountain magic weapon that was struck far away by lightning. The stone mountain stopped in mid-air, its surface was black, and there were damage where it was struck by lightning.

I don't know what's so strange about the ghost skill. The two ghost ancestors used a huge explosion to blow up the fortune teller's protective smoke, but they didn't blow up the three skulls and the spiked net. At the same moment when the fortune teller was hit with a sword in his waist, while he was distracted and unable to defend himself, the giant net controlled by Zhou Zheng wrapped around the fortune teller's head and contracted tightly, and the three skulls sprayed out by the black monster bit into his throat and chest respectively. . Counting the damage caused by the bone sword, there were four wounds on the physiognomist's body bleeding out, but his head was covered by a black net, so it was impossible to tell whether he was injured or not.

Seeing this scene, although the mountain god and others felt a little happy, they were more nervous. After the fight reached this point, they must not let the physiognomist get a chance to breathe and escape. They activated their magic skills to prepare for a fatal blow.

But I heard the voice of the fortune teller coming from the gill net: "It's really disappointing, these are the only methods?" While speaking, there was a crackling sound all over the body, and countless lightning and thunder flashed out of the body, bouncing away the gill net above the head and the skull on the body, Only the bone sword on his waist was held by one hand. He looked at the bone sword and said, "Is this your body?"

Just after he finished speaking, the bone sword thrust forward and pierced the fortune teller's body for an inch. Then he shrunk and jumped away from the fortune teller. When he landed, he returned to the appearance of the two ghost ancestors and said coldly: "This is not the case." "

The fortune teller looked at the scars on his body and said in a very indifferent tone: "Did you hurt me?" He raised his hand and wiped it lightly on his body. All the wounds were gone, and even the damaged clothes were repaired. . The four Chongshan Gods said: "Is there any other tricks?" As he spoke, his whole body was filled with electric light, turning him into an electric man. The electric light all over his body crackled, and thunder flashed and jumped, ready to strike at any time. To the four god-transformation monks.

This is the most powerful killing move of the Divine Envoy, Divine Thunder.

The four of them, except for the black monster, have all dealt with fortune tellers. They know how powerful the divine thunder is, and they have also been chased all over the world and fled. Seeing the fortune teller in such a state, the four of them knew that life and death would only last for one calamity. Since the divine envoy intends to destroy several people with thunder and fire, they can't spare their lives, so let's do their best.

It's a pity that the Second Ghost Ancestor divided the divine formation set up by Zhang Ao into three explosions. Just to offset the wariness of the fortune teller, he tried to trick him once, but unexpectedly, all the divine formations were blown up and he couldn't even hurt this guy at all. The divine envoy was too much. powerful.

Zhou Zheng said with a smile: "I have many tricks, I will not disappoint the Lord God." He showed his hand a pill, which was the broken pill that Zhang was afraid of giving to the mountain god. Zhou Zheng didn't even look at it. He raised his hand and put it into his mouth, saying softly: "I still have an hour to live, and I hope I can accompany the envoy for an hour." After he finished speaking, his whole person was suddenly enveloped in a ball of golden light. Scattering golden light like a heavenly general, he stretched out his hand and the pointed net turned into a long thorn. After holding it, he slowly walked towards the fortune teller.

Alone fighting for his life, the mountain god smiled and said: "I will accompany you." He took out the broken pill and put it into his mouth. He was also enveloped in golden light, and then he watched this ball of golden light walk into his magical gem mountain. The stone mountain was filled with light, and the mountain god He put his body into the stone and merged the soul with the Dharma Gemstone Mountain into one body.

The Second Ghost Ancestor had a faint smile on his lips, a little indifferent, more of a mockery, as he spoke to Zhang Awei: "If I die, tell him never to come out again in this life." After he said this, he looked at When the black monster came to stand next to him, he took the broken pill and drank it, shouting: "With my body, I will become the soul." The black monster swallowed the broken pill, and when the golden light burst out, his whole body dispersed with the golden light. It opened, blended with the golden light, and turned into what Zhang Ping looked like when he first saw him, trapped in the black energy.

The Second Ghost Ancestor spread his arms, and his body slowly rose into the air, gently disappearing into the black air. After a moment, the black energy surged and gradually shrank. Looking again, all the black energy was attached to the Second Ghost Ancestor, and there was a sound of leaping. After the clear sound, all the black energy was taken away by the Second Ghost Ancestor, and the black monster disappeared, leaving only the Second Ghost Ancestor.

After the Second Ghost Ancestor absorbed the black monster, he became extremely powerful. His whole body was shimmering with golden light. He did not look like a ghost cultivator, and his aura was holier than the purest Buddhist cultivator.

When he merged with the black monster, the mountain god turned into a stone mountain and resisted the divine envoy. Zhou Zheng held a long thorn and attacked sneakily. The two of them were upright and strange, one was thick and the other was elegant. Although he couldn't be hurt, he was entangled for a long time, leaving the fortune teller with no time to take care of the two ghost ancestors. The fortune teller no longer held back his hands, and the divine thunder flashed at his fingertips, creating a lightning waterfall on the desert.

It's just that the stone fused with the mountain god's soul has become extremely hard, and the thunder waterfall cannot hurt him. Zhou Zheng, who is like a shadow, dances here and there, flashing lightly in the thunder waterfall, and the thunder waterfall cannot hit him. I saw lightning flying, lightning no more than five meters high, and thunder bursting with sounds as loud as firecrackers, turning this desert into the most magical place in the world.

At this time, the two ghost ancestors intervened in the battle group, and the desert suddenly became windy and dark. Several holes opened in the flat sand, and countless ghosts, skeletons, zombies, and countless ghosts poured out from them. He actually recruited shady soldiers to fight!

This was the first time Zhang Wen saw a fight between masters in the transformation stage. He saw thick black clouds pressing down, with countless figures shuttled among them. It was impossible to tell who was who. He only knew that the fight was endless and there was no one. die.

Among the three of them, the mountain god was originally the weakest, but now he assimilated with the mountain and became the strongest person, blocking most of the fortune teller's attacks. No matter how powerful the fortune teller is, he cannot split the rocky mountain with a bolt of lightning. At this time, the two ghost ancestors with shining golden light came around with their Yin soldiers, and their momentum was astonishing. There is even a ghostly figure named Zhou Zheng, who comes and goes erratically, sneaking up on the fortune teller.

Judging from the situation, the two ghost ancestors have the upper hand. In fact, all three of them know that no matter they win or lose, they will inevitably die today.