Chapter 58: The Identity of the Great Demon Suppressed by Confucian Sages
clank clank clank...
In front of Qingfeng Restaurant.
The cold wind is blowing, and the music of the piano is ringing!
Invisibly, it seems that there are thousands of troops fighting and killing, and there is a sad and mournful woman hanging her head in tears, which makes people feel sad and unable to control themselves.
The two major tunes joined forces to attack, leaving dozens of demon cultivators present unable to move even an inch.
But among the demon cultivators, there are also demons with strong strength and tenacity.
The leader is a rat demon with sinister eyebrows and rat eyes, but is cunning and powerful;
A green bull spirit, huge in body and straightforward in mind, but because he could not understand the music, he was less affected and was not trapped by the music.
This really corresponds to the saying, talk to an ox and talk about the piano.
There is also the last demon cultivator, which is a pangolin.
There are still dense scale patterns on his exposed arms and neck, and he has the strongest evil aura on his body, which is impressively comparable to the strength of the third realm of scribes.
Among demon cultivators, the previous level of cultivation strength is not obvious. Only when they reach the leader level will they be compared with the level of human cultivation.
The leader is compared to the literary master who is in the realm of human cultivation, then the warrior is compared to the Wen Zong, the demon king is compared to the Wen King, and the demon emperor is the saint.
At present, the three demon cultivators are still in the realm of being under the leadership of others, and they are only considered small bosses.
But for Su Pingan and others, these three people are already very difficult.
"Let's go together and deal with him as quickly as possible!"
"good!"
The demon cultivator did not intend to engage in a one-on-one duel. The three of them turned into a stream of demonic aura and charged straight towards Su Ping'an.
Feeling the danger, Su Ping'an didn't dare to hide it anymore. He immediately reached into his arms and took out a huge three-meter-long painting.
The scroll was thrown into the air and unfolded in the wind, and what was painted on it was a dense, intertwined group of strange things that looked like tree roots and tongues.
That is clearly the true form of the tree demon grandma in "A Chinese Ghost Story".
The last time he fought against Fang Zixu, Su Ping'an had appeared, and the combat prowess displayed by his tree demon grandmother was still fresh in his memory.
So before this time, in order to deal with this crisis, he had prepared this thing in advance.
"kill!"
Su Ping'an didn't waste much time, and as soon as his literary spirit was stimulated, the body of the tree demon in the painting appeared directly. Because the painting was drawn in advance, and Su Ping'an was in his heyday at this time, a tree demon was embodied.
It didn't take much effort for grandma.
call……
As soon as the tree demon grandma's body appeared, it rose directly into the wind, but in the blink of an eye, it transformed into a tall demon with more than a dozen spears in the air.
A thick tongue slapped towards the face, it was so powerful and heavy that the air was whimpering, which showed how terrifying the power of the blow was!
boom!
The three demon cultivators were caught off guard and were hit by a tongue. The three of them were whipped back on the spot and fell into the surrounding houses with a loud bang.
"Fuck, why is this kid so evil? Isn't he just a scribe? How can he manifest such a powerful monster?!"
The rat demon got up again from the ruins, then cursed in pain.
Qingniu Jing's eyes widened and he said in a dull voice: "This boy is not only a calligrapher, he is also proficient in painting techniques. Everyone should be careful!"
"No matter how difficult it is to deal with him, he is only a scribe. I don't believe he can stop me!"
The pangolin didn't believe in evil, so it roared loudly, and then directly transformed into a pangolin that was five or six meters tall.
The pangolin is as big as a small mountain and stands tall on the street. It is full of demonic aura and evil spirit.
It roared, and the sharp teeth in its mouth pointed directly at the dryad's grandmother's tongue and bit it.
Bang bang bang...
The two giant beasts fought together on the street.
Dryad Granny's demonic power was so powerful that it waved more than a dozen tentacles in unison, as if it could stir the sky. Its huge tongue soon became like giant pythons, wrapping around the pangolin's body and locking it tightly.
However, pangolins are not easy to deal with either.
Its sharp teeth and claws can chew even rocks like dried tofu, let alone tree roots with just its tongue.
Seeing that it was entangled tightly, the pangolin opened its mouth and bit it.
Puff puff...
The dozen or so tentacles of the dryad grandma were bitten off one by one by the pangolin in the blink of an eye, like eating spicy sticks, and a lot of black juice spurted out.
That is the ink mark Su Pingan used for painting.
Grandma Dryad looks powerful, but in the end it is Su Ping'an who uses literary tools to express herself.
Its strength is also based on Su Pingan's strength, and the combat power it can exert is at most one level higher than Su Pingan's realm.
This kind of combat power is still not enough for a pangolin that is comparable to the three realms of scribes!
"Can't one? Then I'll give you a few more!"
When Su Ping'an saw that a tree demon grandma was in trouble, he immediately pulled out seven or eight huge scrolls from his arms.
When I opened the scroll, I saw that there were not only the Dryad Grandma, but also the Black Mountain Old Demon, Yan Chixia... and even mummies, as well as Xiaoqian's sister Xiaoqing. Everything in 'A Chinese Ghost Story' was
He was cured by Su Pingan.
"Come with me and beat them up together!"
Su Ping'an became furious and exhausted himself, and at once he materialized all the characters and monsters in the painting.
All of a sudden.
In front of Qingfeng Restaurant, more demons danced wildly, and the evil spirit was overwhelming.
When the three demon cultivators saw the various 'demons and monsters' that appeared, they were all dumbfounded on the spot.
"Who the hell are we the demon cultivators, or is he the demon cultivator? This guy is more evil than us!"
…
During the chaos in Qingyun City.
Wu Mansion in the city.
"Mr. Yan, the entire Qingyun County is now in chaos, and it's time for us to take action. Ahem..."
Wu Jinquan couldn't help but reveal a hint of joy on his dark face as he listened to the noise coming from the east and west city gates.
After waiting for so long, he finally waited for this day, which made him feel a little anxious.
After all, his corpse poison has become more and more serious. If he delays it any longer, I'm afraid it will be too late.
Mr. Yan also looked in the direction of Qingfeng Restaurant in Qingyun County, and couldn't help but smile lightly and said: "Yes, it's time for us to take action, but I have to wait for an adult to come."
"Huh? What sir?"
Mr. Yan turned back to look at Wu Jinquan, and then finally revealed his secret. He said: "Actually, I am a demon cultivator under the fox demon clan in Qingqiu Mountain. This time, I came here under the orders of my family.
The one who rescued the ancestor of my demon clan!"
"What?!"
Wu Jinquan's expression changed drastically.
Mr. Yan said: "Now, I don't have to hide it from you. The big demon suppressed under the Qingfeng Restaurant is actually the ancestor of the Qingqiu fox demon lineage, and is also a great demon that has been rare in the history of the fox demon clan for thousands of years.
