"Monster, suffer death!"

At this time, Ji Que's vigor in wielding the three-section stick reached its peak.

The three big-assed senior sisters saw that his whole body seemed to be burning, but it was not an illusion.

When practicing under the waterfall, Lin Xiangzhi said that his fist power had a burning power.

It's just that now this power has reached its extreme at this time.

Because of Ji Que's presence, the originally terrifying hell-like ancestral hall suddenly felt a little warmer.

The movements of the pot-bellied woman suddenly changed. She suddenly jumped onto the beam. Her body that looked thick and heavy was now as agile as a monkey.

Immediately afterwards, her eyes were once again covered in darkness, and she opened her mouth and let out a harsh neighing sound.

Paper figures kept falling from her stomach, and then, she was wrapped in black energy and jumped down!

Her split belly was facing Ji Que, trembling like a ferocious mouth.

She was already much bigger than Ji Que, and with her big belly, she was as heavy as a black mountain.

In the eyes of the big-assed senior sisters, what fell down seemed to be no longer a woman with a big belly, but the entrance to a netherworld that wanted to eat people.

Ji Que looked weak in front of her for a moment.

Ji Que was unmoved and continued to wave the three-section stick, but the frequency became faster.

As a result, his whole body was covered with the shadow of the sticks he carried with his hands, and the air around him was distorted.

There was a snap, which was the first sound the three-section stick made when it collided with the woman with a big belly.

Immediately afterwards, the three senior sisters with big butts froze when they saw the terrifying-looking woman with a big belly.

Bang bang bang bang!

As the subsequent three-section sticks hit her one after another, her body, which was much larger than Ji Que's, suddenly paused, and then kept moving back, her body shaking with the blows, falling into a strange rhythm.

Ji Que knew what they wanted to say.

That's right, it's stiff.

As long as you hit fast enough, the opponent won't be able to react.

After that, a sound like a rain shower continued to sound.

Half of the Song family's ancestral temple collapsed, and the heat wave steamed through it.

The three-section stick flew in Ji Que's hand, turning into whistling arcs.

With a bang, the nearby walls could no longer withstand the surging force and cracked and collapsed one after another.

By this time, Ji Que's hands were already a little numb.

His left and right wives can no longer bear the high-frequency vibrations caused by him.

However, his fighting spirit became stronger and stronger, and his whole body was like a gushing volcano.

Maybe it was because the blow was too intense. The rain falling above my head seemed to be afraid of its existence, and it was instantly evaporated into white mist.

"die!"

Ji Que jumped up, and the three-section stick in his hand was connected in a line, and he smashed down with a roar.

With a bang, a violent force broke through the walls and roof in the dark curtain of rain.

As the last wall collapsed, the ancestral tablets of the Song family were scattered on the ground, and the woman with a big belly was smashed to pieces.

Ji Que stood there holding a stick transformed from the Thousand Machine Sword, as if the god of death had descended.

Half of the woman's head fell at her feet, still repeating: "Child, my child!"

"The child I bear for Him!"

With a bang, Ji Que swiped the stick in his hand, and the remaining paper figures around him suddenly turned into shreds.

Ji Que let out a long breath and said, "It's time for you to hit the road."

The half head twisted wildly and said: "No! Child! I just don't want to have children!"

"No! No! I just want to eat and have children!"

"many!"

"many!"

With a thud, Ji Que smashed the remaining half of the head into pulp with a stick in order to prevent it from changing.

The surroundings suddenly became extremely quiet, and you could even hear the patter of rain falling on the ground.

There was a ding-dong sound, like the sound of water droplets falling into a calm and clear pool.

As a result, black blood overflowed from the smashed head of the pot-bellied woman and spread on the ground.

The entire ground seemed to be smudged by ink, turning into pitch black color in an instant.

Ji Que stood in the darkness, frowning slightly.

Here, everything seems to be solidified, like stone sculptures.

The colors are horribly monotonous, either black or gray.

Azhen's body, which had been torn into pieces at her feet, quickly melted into the darkness and disappeared.

A little light lit up in front, and a small figure emerged.

Although it is just a silhouette, you can vaguely see that it is a girl.

"Brother, there is a mountain there. Could it be a fairy mountain?"

"You were having the sweet dream you had. It's just a mirage, but it's not common."

Through here, Ji Que could see a fishing boat and a mountain emerging from the boundless sea.

The mountain is shrouded in clouds and mist, and lined with cranes, like a fairyland.

Afterwards, the light shifted, and a scene of a girl and a young man climbing a mountain appeared.

"Brother, I just said it's a fairy mountain. We are so lucky."

"If a treasure is found on the Fairy Mountain, brother, you will have enough money to pass the exam and gain fame in peace."

The fairy mountain shrouded in clouds and mist does not look as ethereal as it does from the outside.

Seeing that the sky was getting dark, the man said with a little panic: "Little sister, let's go back, don't disturb the immortal."

"As long as our hearts are sincere, the immortal will not blame us."

At this time, when we reached halfway up the mountain, the road up to Fairy Mountain was cut off.

At the end of the road, a temple appeared.

This temple is not tall and grand, and it is also very hidden, almost blending into the surrounding mountain walls and vines.

But Ji Que still saw it at a glance.

At this time, the sister in the picture also saw it and said: "Brother, look there is a temple there, let's go and have a look."

"Do you really want to go?"

"Brother, I heard from the old people in the village that fairy mountains are hard to come by. If you are sincere, they can really help you realize your wish."

The elder brother hesitated for a while, then finally nodded and said, "Let's go."

There were some candles burning inside the temple, and the environment was a little dark.

When the brother and sister walked inside, they were surprised to find that there was indeed a statue of a god on the altar.

"There really are clay sculptures of immortals," my sister said.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! At this time, my brother was a little frightened and said: "Why is this immortal made of paper?"

Yes, the statue in the temple looks like a middle-aged man with a kind face and a calm temperament. There is a lot of color around him, and he looks fairy-like.

The strange thing is that this statue is made of paper.

Just because it is made of paper, its lifelike face gives people a weird feeling.

"As long as it's an immortal, it doesn't matter if it's made of paper. Brother, let's pray to the immortal."

With that said, the sister and her brother knelt in front of the paper fairy and began to pray.

"I beg the immortal to help my brother obtain fame and honor his ancestors."

The man hesitated for a moment and then said: "I ask the immortal to help me obtain fame. May my family be blessed and live longer."

Afterwards, the two of them kowtowed to the paper statue.

It can be seen that my sister is more sincere and her kowtow sounds are soft.

She is just a child who has not grown up, and she has very beautiful thoughts about immortal legends.

At this time, the god sitting on the altar really appeared and said, "I agree."

My brother was startled and quickly kowtowed his head.
To be continued...