Don't look at Zhu Yanru, who has always maintained a very low profile since he came here. In fact, his strength can definitely be ranked at the top among the current god generals. How can Liu Tiedan, a newly promoted saint, match him?
"boom!"
With a loud noise, Liu Tiedan hit the cave wall heavily. He was dizzy for a moment, with stars in his eyes, and felt severe pain all over his body, as if even his bones were about to fall apart.
"What a powerful fire power."
However, Zhu Yanru, who punched him, had a look of surprise on his face. He looked down at his right hand and let out an exclamation.
I saw that his originally long and white fingers were slightly black, with a faint green smoke emitting from the surface, as if they were being burned by flames. The burning pain was even unbearable for a master of the Soul Realm like him.
"Is this the old guy's fire?"
After staring at his right hand for a long time, he slowly raised his head and looked at Liu Tiedan with an indescribable complexion in his eyes, "It's really ironic to hurt me with something that should belong to me.
"
"It belongs to the old monk in the first place. He can give it to whoever he wants. How can it be your turn to speak?"
Liu Tiedan's heart moved, he shook his head vigorously, deliberately irritating the other party and said, "I must say, the old monk's vision is really accurate. He has long seen that you are a heartless beast, so he handed over the inheritance to me.
outsider."
"Do you think I dare not kill you?"
Sure enough, a cold light flashed in Zhu Yanru's eyes, and she left the two of them behind in July without hesitation, and suddenly appeared in front of Liu Tiedan. With a strike like lightning, she grabbed his neck and lifted the young man into the air.
"you you……"
Liu Tiedan was about to retort, but his throat was strangled tightly. It was extremely difficult to even speak, and he couldn't utter a complete sentence at all.
"Let him go!"
Seeing his right hand tightening more and more, and gradually pinching Liu Tiedan until Liu Tiedan turned blue and had difficulty breathing, Guidan, who had always been silent, suddenly spoke.
"you again."
Zhu Yanru turned to look at him, with a trace of disgust flashing in his eyes, "Did Zhu offend you in some way? Why do you have to go against me everywhere?"
"Who do you think you are, worthy of me targeting you?"
Ghost Mandrill grinned, his attitude extremely arrogant, "This kid belongs to the Black Coffin, and it's not your turn to deal with it yet."
"This guy is obviously a spy."
This time, Zhu Yanru did not give in. Instead, he stared into his eyes and said word by word, "You are protecting him like this, are you colluding with the enemy?"
"You can think whatever you want."
Mandrill did not retort, but slowly took off the giant blade from his back, with a fierce and fierce light in his eyes, "I say it again, let this kid go."
"What if I don't let go?"
Zhu Yanruyun asked back calmly, seemingly not caring about his threat.
"very good."
Ghost Mandrill's eyes glowed slightly red, he opened his legs and approached him with a ferocious smile, "Then don't blame me for being rude."
"You are obviously just a saint."
Zhu Yanru sighed, and his expression suddenly became a little strange, "I don't know where you got the confidence to dare to challenge my soul state again and again?"
"In my eyes."
However, Demon Mandrill was no longer too lazy to talk to him. He jumped up directly, spraying turbulent black flames all over his body. He raised the giant blade in his hand high and chopped it down towards his head. "The realm is nothing!"
Black flames quickly wrapped around the giant blade, and the temperature in the already hot cave skyrocketed again. The three pools not far away seemed to be affected and began to boil. The entire area was instantly filled with mist and hazy.
"ha!"
Looking at the oncoming black flame giant blade, Zhu Yanru did not dodge, but suddenly his eyes widened and he let out a loud shout.
A wave of sound far beyond imagination spurted out from his mouth and enveloped the front, knocking the ghost mandrill so hard that he was unable to move forward for a moment.
"Ananda, this hell is filled with hungry ghosts and beasts..."
After a lion's roar, Zhu Yanru suddenly clasped his palms together, and his whole body radiated a holy light. He actually recited Buddhist scriptures plausibly, "...Therefore, gods, ghosts, gods, demons, spies and fairies, in the state of samadhi,
I have come to annoy you, but even though the demons are very angry, the dust inside your body is like the wind blowing light, like a knife cutting water..."
Every time he uttered a word, Ghost Mandrill felt a colorless and invisible spiritual coercion pressing down on his head. It was like Mount Tai pressing down on the top, and like a stormy sea. It was extremely powerful and domineering. It was actually stronger than the last, pressing down on his head.
Swelling and pain, dizziness, staggering, almost unsteady, and fell to the ground.
Zhu Yanru is gifted with extraordinary talents. He has possessed mental power that far exceeds that of ordinary people since he was a child, and his cultivation level is one level higher than that of Guidrilla. Now that he is using the magic of the spirit, it is really killing a chicken with a sledgehammer, and it can be called a dimensionality reduction attack.
"You have already betrayed the Monk Temple, and you are still reciting Buddhist scriptures?"
Unexpectedly, the ghost mandrill suddenly shook its tiger body, and the black flames around it surged again. He regained his balance, laughed and taunted, "Who gave you the face?"
"What a strong spirit!"
As if he didn't expect that the other party could withstand his mental pressure with the cultivation of a saint, Zhu Yanru couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and blurted out instinctively.
Before he could continue chanting sutras, his expression suddenly changed, he let go of Liu Tiedan's right hand, his legs suddenly exerted force, and he jumped several feet away.
And a terrifying black dragon with a ferocious face and wrapped in flames had appeared at an unknown location where he originally stood. His eyes were red, his mouth was open, and his body was exuding a scorching aura that could incinerate all things.
Soul-devouring flame dragon kills!
While talking, Ghost Mandrill quietly displayed the strongest secret skill of the "Dark Temple" and launched a sneak attack on Zhu Yanru from behind.
Damn it!
pill!
After being dodged by him, Liu Tiedan took the brunt and became the target of the black dragon's attack. Seeing the domineering flame beast approaching, the young man turned pale with shock, his mouth was bitter, and he felt a deep sense of despair.
It kept coming to my mind.
Seeing that the two sides were about to collide, the black dragon suddenly raised his huge head, turned sharply, avoided Liu Tiedan, and chased in the direction where Zhu Yanru retreated.
The dragon raises its head!
This unique skill, mastered by only one mandrill in the world, finally reappears in the world.
"Impermanence!"
Looking at the terrifying black dragon coming towards him, Zhu Yanru's pupils expanded sharply, he put his palms together with a "snap", and gave a light drink, and his whole body was suddenly covered with a layer of light.
When Ying Guang got up, his aura suddenly surged, as if he had been blessed by some mysterious power.
"Po Ruozhang!"
Then, he raised his right arm and struck out with a fierce palm.
A ball of golden light shot out from his palm, buzzing all the way, and headed towards the flaming black dragon.
"boom!"
The two huge forces collided head-on, erupting with a deafening loud noise. Flames flew wildly in the cave, golden light shone everywhere, pool water splashed, and heat waves surged into the sky. It was a doomsday scene.
Before the strong light dissipated, Ghost Mandrill suddenly had a sharp look in his eyes, as if he was aware of the crisis. He exerted force on both feet and took several steps back.
"boom!"
Almost at the same time, a fluorescent figure suddenly jumped out of the light, as fast as the wind and as fast as lightning. In an instant, it rushed in front of him, flew up and kicked his right wrist squarely.
.
The power of this kick was beyond imagination. Ghost Mandrill felt a sharp pain in his wrist. Unconsciously, his fingers relaxed, and the giant blade came out of his hand, drawing a parabola in the hole, and then fell into the distance with a "clang" sound.
So fast!
Seeing that Zhu Yanru, who was possessed by Yingguang, suddenly increased in speed, Gui Mandrill was shocked. His left hand instantly lit up with blazing black fire, and his five fingers turned into claws. With a domineering aura that burned the sky and burned the earth, he went straight to the opponent's heart.
However, if he is faster, the other party is faster.
"boom!"
Zhu Yanru seemed to have expected it. His body twisted and turned at an unimaginable speed, easily dodging the claw. Using the force of his right arm, he hit the ghost mandrill's chest with a heavy palm, and his strong soul power spurted out.
, blasted him away fiercely, but he couldn't hold back, and fell into the blood-colored pool of steaming smoke with a "plop".
Suddenly, bursts of green smoke rose from the surface of the bubbling pool, and the sound of "squeaking" meat being roasted on a sizzling iron plate echoed throughout the cave.
"Drill!"
Liu Tiedan's expression changed and he instinctively shouted loudly.
He once witnessed the pond turning more than 300,000 living people into mindless monsters. He still didn't know why. Most of the mandrills that fell into it would lose their lives. Even if they could come out, they would no longer be human beings.
Suddenly, waves of sadness and pain surged through his body, instantly filling the young man's heart.
"The world only knows that the Yanru Divine Monk is good at spiritual attacks, but they don't know that my physical skills are actually not weaker than those of the other three brothers."
Zhu Yanru stared at the green smoke above the blood pool and slowly said, "You brought this on yourself, don't blame me."
As soon as he finished speaking, he flashed and appeared next to Liu Tiedan, who was in a state of despair. He kicked him to the ground, then stepped heavily on the young man's head with a "bang" and said slowly: "
You really recognize him."
"You, you killed him?"
Liu Tiedan pressed his cheek against the scorching ground, his eyes cracked, and he gritted his teeth and said, "How dare you kill him?"
"At this moment, at that moment, it is no longer the Black Coffin Bishop and the Lazy Apostle who have the final say here."
Zhu Yanru said disapprovingly, "According to my observation of the Dark Crow Cult Leader, he probably won't embarrass me, the leader of the Flame Kingdom, for a saint who doesn't know the heights of heaven and earth. By the way, do you still have time to care about others?"
"You, what do you want?"
Liu Tiedan's heart was shaken and he shouted in a hissing voice, "Kill or behead me, it's up to you!"
"Killing must be killed."
Zhu Yanru put a little force on his feet, causing his skull to creak, "But before that, let me give back what should belong to me!"