God's Summoner

Chapter 1124 Drifting Monk Fights Zhang Guolao

"Damn? Hahahaha!!!"

At this moment, Zhang Guolao, who was already terrified under the might of Drifting Monk, suddenly laughed wildly when he heard the words.

"Damn it? It's you hateful missionaries!!! Why... Why are we vampires low and lowly creatures, and you sanctimonious people can be superior?

Hmph, Monk Sha, don't talk too much.Thousands of years ago, you hit me hard with quicksand of holy light. Today, I will avenge my shame. "

The Drifting Monk wanted to laugh when he heard the words, and said in a low voice, "Why, you dare to fight me?"

After hearing these words, Zhang Guolao laughed arrogantly again, "Hmph, you are just a mere western missionary, even if you betrayed the west and entered the Buddhist gate of the western regions, you are still just a little golden arhat.

But in my body, there is the power of the blood family ancestor talisman branded by the respected Xu Fu himself, urging it out, so I am still afraid of you, an old and immortal little priest? "

"Then try!"

The Drifting Monk at this moment is completely different from the one in the TV series, he is violent and ferocious, and when provoked by Zhang Guolao's words, he immediately responded with a roar.

This roar was extraordinary. At the moment of the exit, it immediately set off a gust of wind, roaring in all directions, causing the ground around the place where the Drifting Monk stood to be shattered, together with everything within a radius of ten feet around the body, At this moment, the collapse exploded, shooting at Zhang Guolao.

Under such divine power, Zhang Guolao's whole body was shaken, and under the roar, as if being hit by a strong force, his body kicked back several steps.

In the next moment, Zhang Guolao's expression changed, when he raised his head, there was no fear in his eyes, but a look of venomous hatred.

At the same time, when Zhang Guolao bit the tip of his tongue and spit out the blood of his own life, streaks of blood glared immediately on his body.

As soon as the blood light came out, a huge blood-colored bat with a height of hundreds of feet separated immediately. When the momentum exploded, it raised its sharp claws, instantly tore through the void, and grabbed Drifting Monk.

"roll!!!"

Facing the prestige of blood bats, Drifting sneered, and roared again.

"boom!"

Under the roar, Drifting Monk's basic combat value was 117, and he exploded immediately, shattering all the void in front of him, twisting it into a huge vortex like a storm, and enveloping the bloody bats.

Such divine power is simply a crushing force that Zhang Guolao cannot resist.

Therefore, just for a moment, Drifting's roar roared all the way, and the nothingness shattered wherever it passed, and the bloody bat transformed by Zhang Guolao was even shaken into plasma and scattered all over the ground.

At the same time, Drifting changed his face and strode out, like a god of death, stepping into the bloody water falling from the sky.

"呲呲呲!"

The blood plasma from the shattered body of the bloody bat fell on Drifting Monk's body, but it couldn't affect him at all. Instead, it was evaporated by the huge power of true essence in Drifting Monk's body.

At this moment, looking around, the Drifting Monk was covered in blood, just like a demon god who walked out of hell, bathed in blood, and wanted to break down all obstacles in the world.

At the same time, with the endless killing intent erupting in Sand Monk's body, and as he approached, Zhang Guolao kept backing away. When his eyes contracted, his breathing was already stagnant, and a sense of rolling crisis instantly spread throughout his body, making him All the flesh and blood on his body were screaming! ! !

He really didn't expect that his own strength was so far behind Drifting.Now Drifting, in terms of combat strength, I'm afraid even his second senior brother Zhu Bajie is inferior.

"Could it be that Sand Monk's realm has improved so quickly after entering Buddhism?"

At the moment of crisis, Zhang Guolao didn't have time to think too much, his eyes were red, and when his body retreated rapidly, his hands suddenly made a tactic, but instead of hitting Drifting Monk, he pressed hard on his body.

"Boom boom boom!"

In the next moment, there was a muffled sound, and Zhang Guolao's body was blasted out several big holes by himself.

Then, a shocking scene appeared.

When blood was pouring from the big hole on his body, Zhang Guolao's eyes flashed with inhuman savagery. At the same time, he suddenly raised his hands, stretched them behind his back, grabbed his own flesh, and slammed ...a tear! ! !
"Stab!"

Soon, accompanied by a tearing sound that made people's heart skip a beat, a large piece of flesh and blood on Zhang Guolao's back was torn off by him. That flesh and blood... was still wriggling.

Seeing such a scene, Bai Ling, who was watching the battle next to him, had a pretty face as white as snow, and tried not to spit it out.Drifting, on the other hand, seemed to have seen such a disgusting scene, and there was no other expression on his face except killing intent.

At this moment, in the huge wound that was torn open on Zhang Guolao's back, there were actually two groups of black things wriggling non-stop.

Under such a strange scene, Zhang Guolao raised his head and looked at Drifting Monk. In his eyes, like blood-colored reptiles, there were dozens of extremely thin scarlet blood streaks, wandering non-stop, looking very terrifying.

"Ancestral blood enters the body, let me see how you kill me!!!"

As soon as the words fell, there were two 'swish, swish', and two black shadows suddenly stretched out from Zhang Guolao's back.

Suddenly, there was a strong wind, and the floor in the main hall was rolled and danced non-stop.And looking around, at the moment Zhang Guolao's back, there are actually two pairs of extremely thin... black wings growing out! ! !
Those two pairs of black wings were extremely large and long. When they spread out to the left and right, they were at least tens of meters long, and they looked terrifying.

At the same time, Zhang Guolao's face was ferocious, his body flew up, and the huge and terrifying black wings flapped gently behind him, emitting huge energy fluctuations.

This... is the true face of the Western Blood Race! ! !

The next moment, Zhang Guolao's eyes were full of murderous intent, and he didn't speak again. Instead, he flicked the black wings behind him violently, and immediately brought up two gusts of black wind, which seemed to be mixed with endless grievances. Come.

"Humph!"

Seeing this, Drifting sneered again, and said contemptuously, "Only those who consider themselves lowly will believe in some kind of ancestral blood entering the body."

During the words, Drifting raised his right hand, but there was no movement, but a faint holy light surged out from his palm, and soon a thing that looked like a weapon was outlined.

Soon, the weapon became more and more substantial, but it turned out to be a black stick with the radiance of Baoxia and golden aura inside, like a rolling pin... a black stick.

It's just that this stick looks inconspicuous, but it is extremely famous. It is the one that weighs five thousand and forty-eight catties... the true treasure stick for subduing demons! ! !

(End of this chapter)