My Journey to the West on the Heavenly Road

Chapter 253 Fire Crow Pot

Not long after Wuqian crashed into the stench of the gale, he saw the gale force collapse, and a rain of blood poured down, staining half of the mountain in blood.

Bang, a black-spotted boa constrictor fell to the top of the mountain. The boa constrictor's head was limp, its upper and lower jaws were torn apart, its abdomen was scratched by sharp claws, and its internal organs spilled all over the floor.

Wuqian floated down with his head held high, shook his body, and dissipated the wind and rain that permeated his body, glanced at the broken python with disdain, and said proudly: "Little worm, you can't control yourself!"

When the strong wind hit and the monster appeared, a group of monks fled with their heads in their hands in fright, but they didn't expect that they had just shrunk behind the boulder and lay down in the grass. When they raised their heads, the monster died tragically.

The old monk was calm, because of his temperament, and because of Jiang Yuan standing in front of him, the gust of wind and evil spirit rushed over, and disappeared without a sound even without blowing up the hem of his clothes.

"Five thousand benefactors have extraordinary supernatural powers." The old monk clasped his palms together and exclaimed.

The donkey was so triumphant that he quickly raised his head to the sky.

Rumble.

The boa constrictor rolled down the valley, stirring up the red leaves all over the sky and drifting away with the wind, creating a unique scene.

It was Jiang Yuan who turned over the big python, but he didn't see the treasure in the flesh, he was a little disappointed, and pushed the corpse down the Red Leaf Valley.

At this time, the monks helped each other out of the hiding place, came to the old monk, bowed their heads in shame, "teacher"

Wuqian sneered: "Hey, old monk, didn't you come from Tianzhu and traveled a long distance for eight years? Have you never seen a monster in such a long time?"

The old monk turned his head and sighed: "I don't know the five thousand benefactors. Most of my disciples are locals from the city-state on the east bank of the Tongtian River. They have not been with me for a long time, but they have never experienced such a crisis."

Nafudoluo raised his head and looked at the old monk gratefully: "We are all lonely ghosts whose families were destroyed during the war. It was the teacher who took us in and helped us escape from the world of mortals and enter the door of the wonderful Dharma. For us, He is not only a teacher of preaching, but also a reborn parent!"

As he said that, the young monk's tone was low, and he was ashamed: "Just now the monsters attacked, but we just hid ourselves and forgot about the teacher's safety. I am not a son of man, I am ashamed of my teacher!"

"I'll wait, I'm ashamed of my teacher!" A group of monks knelt down on the ground crying.

"Get up, get up," the old monk quickly pulled his disciple up, patted the elder monk's arm, touched the young monk's head, wiped away tears for Fudoruo, and said with a loving smile:
"It's human nature to be afraid of monsters, so there's no need to blame yourself. Teacher, when I first met monsters, I was too scared to run away, not much better than you."

"Teacher, I'm not afraid of monsters anymore!"

Fudoluo rubbed the corners of his eyes vigorously, wiped away his tears, ran to Wuqian's luggage that was thrown on the mountain, took out a short staff of Arhat and hugged it in his arms, then shouted with head held high, "I'll open the way for the teacher. .”

"It's just you?" Wuqianyi leaped over and flicked his claws casually, and the young monk fell to the ground, his face flushed red.

Crack, a slap on the donkey's big head, knocking that big laugh back down its throat.

"Uh..." Wuqian turned his head aggrieved, "Master, why are you beating me?"

Jiang Yuan ignored the donkey, threw his majestic body with his luggage, and then shouted at the monk: "Let's go, before dark, we can cross another mountain."

"Exactly, this mountain is dangerous, it's better to climb over it as soon as possible."

The old monk nodded in agreement, everyone cleaned up and continued to set off.

Fodoro did what he said, and rushed to the front of the team holding the Arhat short staff, his eyes kept rolling, and he looked around nervously.

As soon as there was any disturbance, the young monk would stop at the spot and put his whole body on guard, causing the team to stop and go, which was very slow.

Wuqian was scolded by Jiang Yuan, and he didn't dare to jump around anymore. He honestly carried his luggage and the old monk followed the middle of the team, but after walking for a long time, he was irritated by Navdolo and shouted:
"Little monk, can you do it? If you walk like this, when will you be able to leave the mountain?"

Fudoruo pursed his lips, turned his head and said, "I am guarding against monsters and protecting the teacher."

Suddenly, there was a soft rustling sound in the bushes, the young monk suddenly trembled, screamed, and swung his short staff to smash it.

A wild rabbit jumped out of the grass in a panic, fleeing desperately.

Wuqian laughed immediately: "Hehe, is this a rabbit monster?"

Fodoro put away the weapon in embarrassment, lowered his head and silently shook off the grass clippings on the staff.

"Courage is good."

A tall figure came over and patted the young monk's shoulder with his hand.

Fodoro raised his head, but the figure didn't stop, but passed him directly.

"There is a monster ahead, let me lead the way."

The ochre-yellow figure said there was a demon, but his tone was extremely relaxed, as if he was saying that he was full after a meal and was going for a walk.

"Master, I'm just a little mountain monster, I'll just go, don't bother you." Wuqian shouted excitedly, wanting to rush forward.

"You just stay."

Jiang Yuan waved his hands without turning his head, jumped up, stepped on the sky, skimmed over the dense forest ahead, and shouted coldly: "Don't hide, come out."

In the dense forest below, there was no movement.

"I can hold my breath."

Jiang Yuan shook his head and smiled, took out a palm-sized small black jug with a thin mouth, and stroked the pattern of flapping fire crows on the jug's body.

"Zizzi"

Hot fire smoke poured out from the mouth of the pot, billowing in the wind, and with a chirping sound, a red-black fire crow with a fire feather on its back and a flame burning on its forehead swooped down into the dense forest with the firework wrapped around it.

"Where did the little warlock come from, dare to act presumptuously in front of my golden-eyed king?"

There was a roar in the forest, and a leopard-headed monster with a steel knife jumped out.

The monster was carrying a whistling black wind, and the wind was filled with blood, while the fire crow chased after him angrily, breathing black smoke, and swiping its claws.

Pfft, the monster turned around and slashed fiercely with a knife, the Fire Crow was cut in two, but before the monster was happy, the two Fire Crows swayed in the wind and turned into two balls of black smoke, and after merging, they recovered again.

"Wow!"

The reappearing fire crow fluttered its wings, circling around, raising its neck and exhaling vigorously, and saw a cloud of black smoke rising from sparks, surging down, engulfing the monster.

"Damn!"

The monster roared angrily, and the wind surged around him. It quickly dispersed the black smoke of sparks, revealing the panther's head, whose face was scorched and exasperated.

With another slash, the flame was split in two again, and it still turned into two balls of black smoke, blending again and returning to its original shape.

The monster yelled angrily, and when he turned his head, his copper bell-sized eyes stared straight at Jiang Yuan and the small black pot in Jiang Yuan's hand.

The monster rolled its eyes, dodged the black smoke from the fire crow, swung the knife horizontally, cut off the fire crow, then grabbed the fire crow to restore the gap, and the monster wind swayed, and swished towards the fire crow pot in Jiang Yuan's hand.

The monster already understood that if the magic weapon wasn't destroyed, Huo Crow's ghost would remain lingering.

The evil wind came fiercely, and the tyrannical blood rushed towards his face, but Jiang Yuan didn't change his face, quietly watching the killing monster, without any sign of dodging.

"Scared stupid?"

The monster turned his thoughts, and then the corners of his mouth were pulled away, revealing his sharp teeth covered in blood, "Damn boy, take your life!"

The steel knife swung towards the Fire Crow Pot spun sharply and slashed straight at Jiang Yuan's neck, but it wanted to seize the "fighting opportunity" and kill him with one blow.

The sword light was about to approach, Jiang Yuan clenched his fist at some point, and brought it to his mouth and blew.

"Certainly!"

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