Jinlingyue

Chapter 787, Entering the Demon Realm Mountain Gate ([-]).

Xuntian slowly got up from the ground, slapped the dust on his body, clang clang and pulled out an incomparably weird weapon like a small building. blink of an eye.

Inside the demon group, there was some commotion.

"We have encountered a bull ghost in the depths of the magic forest, run away!"

"Run!" "Run!" "Run!"...

Xun You was so angry that he almost vomited blood. At this point, he could no longer take care of his son.

Pulling out his rooster crowing voice, he sternly shouted to stop the retreating demon group.

However, these little devils didn't care about so much, they turned around and ran away one by one.

"Oh! It's over, it's over. This time it's really over."

Behind the ghostly ghost four sisters, among the little devils who dared not run away, someone also screamed in shock.

"Don't make any noise! ​​Stand up for me. Whoever dares to run away again, I will abolish him."

Seeing that Xun Tian was about to die, Xun You jumped up immediately, and while yelling at the little devils who were running away, he sent out thousands of strands of magic adsorbent.

"Crack, clap, clap...!"

After the endless voices passed, the magic army camp was indeed quiet.

It's just that, except for a few cronies of Xuntian Xiaoer and his father, there are already few people in the magic army camp.

Xun You inhaled the magical bodies and magical soul power of the little devils, and has already turned into a towering and stretching mountain.

He leaned over and glanced at the dying Xuntian, slowly closed his eyes, and then exhaled a mouthful of devilish energy, covering all of Xuntian's magical body inside.

When the demonic energy was exhausted, Xuntian had already been turned into a huge mourning stick with a height of hundreds of sticks and a diameter of tens of meters by his father.

The skulls all over the body of the mourning stick are running fast one after another on the surface of the mourning stick, as if they want to break free from the control of the mourning stick.

While they were screaming and screaming, they were cruising quickly on the mourning stick, as if they had been enchanted by the mourning stick...

However, after all, you can only chase after each other on the mourning stick, and you can't escape the control of the mourning stick.

In the sky above Xun You's majestic and towering devil's roof, a black cloud like a big iron pot turned upside down, covered Xun You inside tightly.

In the dark clouds, there are generally thousands of skulls spinning rapidly, crying and cursing one after another in the dark cloud-covered sky of the two camps.

Not to mention ink and ink, the juniors such as the Black Cloud Sutra and the Blood Soul Banner in the Demon Army were all pale and stupefied!
"Boundless stew! Unscrupulous stew? Master, brothers and sisters, the one on top of the old thief is the infinite stew that the old thief Wutian and Rakshasa made at the foot of Wumeng Mountain!"

Shui Mo was careful that everyone would attack rashly, and fell into the evil method arranged by Xun You and Wu Tian, ​​and immediately explained the key point, and reminded the big guys very loudly.

"Hahahaha! Even if you have good eyesight, kid, that's right, this is the unscrupulous stew that my unscrupulous wife brought down to comfort me! Hahahaha, if you are afraid, it's still too late to get out now."

Xun You truthfully revealed the origin and usefulness of this Wuliang stew, and shamelessly yelled loudly, saying.

The little fairies and little fairy boys have all seen it, but Xuntian Xiaoer's group of protectors and little devils are confused, and You Zi is still confused!
Before they could react, Xun You's skeleton club swept away, and all of them turned into lonely ghosts on his stick.

"This fellow, it turns out that he is nourishing his soul with demons, playing tricks with ghosts!"

Even Heilong, a god of Taoism and killing without blinking an eye, was amazed.

"Little black dragon, you know too late, no one should try to run away today, all obediently give my magic stick to me, hahahahaha!"

Xun You laughed very proudly, and said.

Ten thousand demons return to one, I think you can still survive my first magic gate?

Xun You raised his head and looked at Wutian, who was a little uneasy on Wuliang Stew, and then looked at the little fairies and fairy boys on the opposite side who were holding swords in their hands, and smiled coldly across his cheeks.

Yes, this is the real old thief Xun You. The Rakshasa girl and her lover and children are nothing but his Xun You's palm.

Maybe, the dozen or so little fairies and little fairy boys on the opposite side will be completely reduced to a landscape at the east gate of his Xunyou Magical Forest!

A big skeleton stick was dancing quickly in Xun You's hand.

"Little Black Dragon, Nine Heavens Holy Spirit, which one of you will go first? Or will you wait for the little fairy and little fairy boy to go together?"

Xun You stepped on the ground, with the blue sky above his head and the immeasurable stew under his feet, agitating thousands of gods, demons, and evil skulls, blowing up gusts of sinister wind, and talking to the dwarf-like black dragon under his feet with a smile, he said.

"Hey! You goddamn Xun You, the Buddha has nothing to do with you, but we gods of war from the east can still do nothing to you? If you have the ability, come down and fight the young master for three hundred rounds, how dare you?"

Suan Ni was so angry that his nine orifices were filled with smoke, he couldn't care about Shui Mo's white eyes, he jumped up, and shouted sharply.

"You? Boy, I'm only this tall. If you want to fight, you have to grow up. Otherwise, you can only compete with the magic wand in my hand. Hahahaha, a group of dwarves also want to fight in the Western Devil Forest Come to subdue the demons inside? It’s really whimsical. I advise everyone, call out the master you’ve been waiting for, that little nine-day scholar! Otherwise, you won’t have many good days left. Hahahaha...!"

Satisfied, Xun You laughed loudly at Suan Ni and the others for coming, and in the excitement, he couldn't help shouting loudly, saying.

Suan Ni was so angry that his teeth itched!
However, ink and ink did not know when, turned the clouds into a rein, and held him tightly.

Because he knew that rushing forward at this time would undoubtedly mean death.

Because there is a man against the sky sitting on top of Wuliang stew, no god!

Little Qingniu was the closest to Xun You, and watched helplessly as he took in his own son, and another wave of little devils, and he didn't even let the Black Cloud Sutra and the Blood Soul Banner go. The Supreme True Demon's magic was stunned, and he stood where he was, not daring to move.

"Come back, Junior Brother."

Shui Mo opened his eyes, stared at Wutian and Xun You, and whispered to Little Qingniu.

"Master, this guy is really a five-guard!"

Yu Yan was also stunned, she couldn't help leaning towards the holy spirit and the black dragon, and whispered to the black dragon.

"What the hell is a five-guarantee household?"

Muyun Beast woke up from the panic, and asked Yuyan back.

"That's... the meaning of being unique."

Yuyan said to her angrily.

"This is his real body. It turns out that this guy is the watchdog of the magic forest. I said why every time he invades the Eastern Glazed Light Wonderland, he is the one who takes the lead! It turns out that he is the real master here."

Black Dragon and Holy Spirit dragged Yu Yan back dozens of steps together, and then they became emotional in a low voice, and said faintly.

"Don't talk about it, we have to figure it out, how can we get into the east gate of the magic forest. Judging from the current situation, if we don't want some fairy blood, we may not be able to pass this level. "

The Holy Spirit looked at Wutian and the old thief Xunyou who were as big as the mountains on the opposite side, and said to Heilong worriedly with a sullen expression on his face.

(End of this chapter)