The Monk

Chapter 921: There is no escape from death

In this hazy and dark fierce killing formation, a sneer came out softly: "Evil things are evil things."

After saying these words, the thunder waterfall stopped, with the fortune teller as the center, a bright silver halo flashed out, and a crackling sound was heard at the same time. Thousands of lightning burst out from his body and shot in all directions. The soldiers were all destroyed by this lightning strike.

All the Yin soldiers were wiped out, and the Second Ghost Ancestor was not in a hurry, and sneered: "The divine envoy is nothing more than that." He raised his arms, and the world suddenly became dark, as if he had come to the underworld. Here, the Second Ghost Ancestor was the one who god. As he raised his hand, countless ghosts quickly filled the darkness, thick and endless, completely covering the fortune teller's thunder and lightning attack. No matter how powerful his lightning attack is, it can't pierce countless ghosts at once.

At this time, the Second Ghost Ancestor smiled coldly again: "Are you the only one who can explode? Explode for me!" There were countless explosions in the dark world. Countless ghosts rushed towards the fortune teller and were intercepted by lightning, unable to get close. Then it exploded into pieces with thunder and lightning.

In this thunder, the mountain god's boulder slammed down. Even if there were thousands of ways to attack the god's envoy, he could only use the simplest and most direct method to attack. Against the background of countless thunder and lightning explosions and ghost explosions, this hit was silent, but it carried a huge force and pressed straight down on the physiognomist.

During the battle between the two ghost ancestors and the fortune teller, there was darkness, and the mountain god turned the sand below into another stone mountain magic weapon. As long as the two stones were put together, even the divine envoy might not be able to survive.

Just when the two rocks were about to hit each other, thousands of rays of light suddenly shot out in the darkness, either golden or silver, penetrating all the ghosts and illuminating the scene in the field. However, the two huge rocks did not hit each other, and there was silence in the middle. A flag was erected, a flag made of white linen, gently holding open two stones.

This flag is like Optimus Prime, holding up the boulder above. Standing beside the flag is a fortune teller. The flashing thunder and lightning all over his body is no longer there, and his whole body disappears into a ball of light. It was just like the light scattered by the Mountain God and the others after they ate the broken pills, but the color was different. He stood in the silver light, and the silver shone brightly, blinding the eyes, illuminating all the darkness. The countless ghosts summoned by the Second Ghost Ancestor quickly dissipated without a trace under the silver light.

In the silver light, the fortune teller said softly: "I am nothing more than that." He repeated what the two ghost ancestors said sarcastically to him. After saying these words, a silver lightning gently floated out of the silver light, bending and slowly extending forward, and At that place, Zhou Zheng suddenly appeared, and the long thorn in his hand pierced into the silver mass, making a banging sound, piercing the silver light, and revealing the sharp thorn on the other side of the light mass.

However, his sneak attack was calculated by the physiognomist. He stabbed the silver ball of light, and he was also blasted by silver lightning. It was like a small piece of paper that was burned by fire and instantly turned into ashes. Zhou Zheng was the note, and as soon as the silver lightning reached his body, he heard a Zira sound, and the whole person disappeared, leaving only a small piece of ashes under the desert.

Five people set up a formation to ambush the divine envoy, Meng Nu was beaten into a cripple, the black monster merged with the two ghost ancestors, and Zhou Zheng was killed. At this time, only one person and a huge stone were left.

Zhou Zheng was killed. The Second Ghost Ancestor knew that he had only one last chance to fight. He would die anyway, so it would be better to die a bachelor. He took out a piece of broken pill and said to Zhang Awei: "The pill you gave me, actually, I died in In your hand." As soon as he raised his hand and swallowed the pill, he saw another ball of golden light burst out, which contrasted with the fortune teller's silver light. It looked very nice, but unfortunately, under these two beautiful lights, there was endless murderous intent. It's a fight to the death.

At this time, the sky was bright, and the dark clouds and wind just now disappeared. The yellow sand land reappeared in front of me. On the ground was a linen flag holding up a black stone mountain. At the bottom of the mountain, on the side of the flag was a ball of silver light, and a figure vaguely flashed in the silver light. , Chong Zhang was afraid and said: "The so-called god transformation is to transform yourself to become a soul. There is no foundation building, no golden elixir, and no soul soul. You are your own god, and every part of your body is your god. "

After he said this, the stone mountain above his head flew away. After some changes, a tall stone man landed on the ground. He asked the fortune teller coldly in a thick voice: "Have you been waiting for us?"

This is the question Zhang Wen has always wanted to ask, why would the fortune teller know that Erguizu and others are ambushing him.

A chuckle came from the silver light: "It's boring for you to stay underground all day long. There is only one person like me in this world, and it's also boring." The implication is that it all depends on him whether he will kill you or not, and how he will kill you. It depends on your mind. Listening to his voice, Zhou Zheng's dying blow failed to cause him any harm.

After taking the broken pill, the Second Ghost Ancestor stood still. The golden light emitted from his body never dissipated. After carefully checking his body, he sighed: "It's a pity that the Great Ghost Ancestor couldn't come out." He held his arm forward and There was only a snap sound, and the silver ball on the opposite side was smashed, revealing a slightly surprised fortune teller. However, he had a high level of cultivation, and his surprised face flashed away, replaced by a clear smile, and he said softly: "It's a bit interesting." It was obvious that from the beginning of the fight to now, everything was under his control.

The Second Ghost Ancestor said coldly: "Believe me, it's definitely not just a bit interesting." With a wave of his hand, wind and clouds suddenly rose on the sand, and strong winds rolled up out of thin air. The winds swirled crazily, and sand people jumped out of the wind from time to time. , each wielding sand and stone weapons and rushed towards the fortune teller.

The fortune teller chuckled and said, "You should believe me, it's just a bit interesting." He stretched out his arms and roared wildly, and suddenly a pool of thunder suddenly appeared in front of him. Thousands of thunders fired together, and lightning smashed the sand man into pieces, and hundreds of thunder struck him. After the wind scroll, a piece of light flashed, the thunder and lightning actually split the invisible wind scroll.

The Second Ghost Ancestor watched all this with an expressionless face. After the last wind scroll was shattered, he asked: "Where is Li?" He was asking a god-transformation monk, the one who imprisoned the Great Ghost Ancestor in the Refining Temple.

The fortune teller smiled and said: "Nonsense, if the person who transforms into a god is not dead, then it is my turn to die. What do you think he will do?"

The Second Ghost Ancestor nodded and said nothing. Before he and the Great Ghost Ancestor were separated into two people, He Li was a very good friend, but unfortunately they were no longer.

Maybe it was because I didn't have an opponent for a long time and I felt a little bored. At this time, I said a few more words. The fortune teller said: "It's very hard for you to endure underground, right? Give all your cultivation to ten thousand ghosts, for fear that your cultivation will grow too fast. , lead me to kill you."

The Second Ghost Ancestor did not speak, but silently recited the mantra in his heart, which was as long as a thousand words. He kept thinking silently in his heart, and the fortune teller was talking nonsense: "Can't you bear it anymore? If you are still the same as before, I will always let you go, but why do you want to come out?"

After hearing this, the Second Ghost Ancestor's eyes suddenly jumped twice, obviously angry. In order to prevent the spell from being interrupted, I closed my eyes and didn't look at him. I suppressed my anger and concentrated on reciting the mantra. Not long after I finished reciting the spell, I saw a sudden explosion. My body grew more than five times, and I turned into a giant. His clothes were broken, and The golden light brought by taking the broken pill disappeared.

The Second Ghost Ancestor became taller and his appearance also changed. His eyes were red, his mouth had fangs, and his face was ferocious. He no longer had the original elegant demeanor, and was as scary as a ghost.

Seeing this change, the fortune teller sighed softly: "Soul borrowing spell? No matter how many souls you can summon, no matter how powerful the ghosts are, it's useless. Look at this." As he spoke, he raised his right hand, and there were countless lightning bolts in his palm. Flying.

They were talking now, but the stone man transformed by the mountain god remained motionless. Just when the fortune teller raised his right hand, the stone man moved. He rushed to the fortune teller in an instant and punched the countless lightning bolts in his palm. The other hand hit the fortune teller like a stone hammer.

He moved extremely fast. I don't know whether the fortune teller deliberately didn't dodge or was too late to dodge and let him hit him with two punches. Unfortunately, his two punches only scattered countless tiny lightning bolts in his palms, but the fortune teller didn't move at all, as if As if he was not hit, he whispered: "Pond of Ten Thousand Thunders."

With just four words, the scattered tiny lightning reappeared in his palm, and then rose into the air, pulling out a huge dark cloud in the sky. The dark cloud was full of entangled thunder and lightning that appeared and disappeared.

The Second Ghost Ancestor laughed and said: "It's just relying on the power of thunder and lightning, it's not your ability. Let's look at my ghost thunder." After speaking, he stood up straight, opened his mouth and sprayed out a black light ball from his mouth. As soon as the light group exited, countless strands of black lightning immediately separated, hitting the Pool of Ten Thousand Thunders. There was a crackling sound, and the two lightning bolts were consumed after the collision, leaving some smoke and dust curling up.

The Pond of Ten Thousand Thunders was destroyed. The physiognomist shook his head and said, "How many souls can you borrow? How many ghost thunders can you release?" As he spoke, his palms were facing up, and two more Ponds of Ten Thousand Thunders appeared.

The fortune teller said softly: "I'll give it to you." He put his hands away one after another, and saw the thunder and lightning in the sky spreading downwards, one after another, endlessly, as if it was going to end the world.

Seeing countless thunder and lightning coming, the two ghost ancestors advanced instead of retreating. They stretched out their giant palms and a ghost ax appeared in their hands. They swung it towards the fortune teller and dodge the thunder and lightning behind them.

The physiognomist also did not hide, and stretched out his hand to point at the giant axe. He heard a click, and a bolt of lightning struck the bone axe. Surprisingly, the bone ax was very hard and was not broken apart. It only left a little mark on the surface and continued to hit the physiognomist.

At the same time, the mountain god jumped over. The two punches just now failed to knock down the fortune teller, and he was holding back his anger. He took this opportunity to attack the fortune teller with two ghost ancestors in front and back, trying to kill the fortune teller. He has a body of stone, tall and strong. Just like last time, he punched him with his fist, but there was a cold light flashing in his palms, holding two sharp blades respectively. If my fist can't hurt you, I'll scratch you with a knife.

After fighting until now, the fortune teller finally lost his patience and suddenly felt bored, so he decided to end the battle. Seeing the two of them working together to attack, the fortune teller's figure drifted backwards, letting go of the two attacks, and then shouted: "hit." Following the shout, a trace of consciousness flew from the top of the fortune teller's head, and then he saw it in the air. A lightning pillar appeared, which was as thick as a human body. It flashed slightly and with a loud sound, it hit the enlarged Ergui Ancestor.

The Second Ghost Ancestor hurriedly dodged, but was not as fast as lightning. In the end, he was struck by a huge thunder on his right shoulder. He saw a scorch of blackness. Starting from the shoulder, his entire right arm was chopped off. The smell of burnt meat filled the air.