Feng Shen: I, Bo Yi Kao, will never be the Emperor Ziwei!

Chapter 81 Golden Macaque
"This kind of thing dares to attack the camp?"

Jin Dasheng raised his three-pointed knife, and Tu Xingsun's headless body flew towards Wu Long:
"Yours."

Wu Long was not polite either, he swallowed it in one gulp, smacked his lips and said:
"It's a filling, but unfortunately it's too small, enough to fit between teeth."

Dai Li bent down and picked up Tu Xingsun's head, and weighed it in his hand: "This is the disciple of the sage? It's not very good. There is no Lingbao, no bullshit."

"Stop talking sarcastic, you guys, untie this broken rope for me!"

Chang Hao roared, Baizhang's body became more than one meter long and the thickness of his fingers, but the immortal rope became smaller, like golden threads, being pulled into his flesh, getting tighter and tighter as it moved.

Even when Tu Xingsun died, he didn't let go.

"Innate Spirit Treasure!"

All the demons gathered around upon hearing the words, and stretched out pairs of big hands towards Chang Hao.

Chang Hao: "!!!"

After a long while, the white snake looked spoiled, and the immortal rope was deeply embedded in its flesh like golden lines.

The whole body was bruised and bruised, and it was horrible. Those who didn't know thought it was ruined.

"Can't get it out."

Jin Dasheng leaned on his back and sighed, his knife was enough to cut mountains and cut rivers, but he couldn't leave any white marks on this slender golden thread, let alone cut it off.

"Then what should I do? This rope is too weird, and I can't even mobilize my mana and supernatural powers."

Chang Hao's eyes were full of panic. What's the difference between having no strength in the catastrophe and waiting to die?
"It's okay, the national teacher is also taught, maybe he has a way."

So, after Shen Gongbao and Deng Jiugong came back, Yang Xian searched for Chang Hao with one hand and Tu Xingsun's head with the other.

"what!"

Hearing Yang Xian's expressionless narration, Shen Gongbao was stunned.

The disciples who went down the mountain were all disciples of the Twelve Golden Immortals, so they were killed like this?
Yang Xian frowned slightly, and quickly untied it, asking: "Master, what about the rope on my brother?"

"Xiantian Lingbao! If I also have Xiantian Lingbao, how can I be afraid of Jiang Shang!"

A greedy look appeared in Shen Gongbao's eyes. After thinking for a moment, he raised his hand and shot out a stream of jade-clear mana.

There was only a gleam of light on the immortal rope, and there was no movement.

Shen Gongbao's eyes also dimmed, and he shook his head: "No, I can't use this magic weapon without formulas and handprints."

"Then what should we do?" Chang Hao became anxious for a moment, twisted, and the immortal rope was tightened again, causing him to scream in pain.

"The Grand Master may have a solution." Shen Gongbao said suddenly.

This is the magic weapon of explaining teaching, if Yang Xian and the others killed the disciple of teaching teaching, he would definitely not be able to take back teaching teaching and ask someone to explain it.

Besides explaining the teaching, the only ones he could find and have the ability to subdue the Xiantian Lingbao were the Jiejiao immortals behind Wen Zhong.

"Then when shall we go?" Chang Hao asked impatiently.

"This..." Shen Gongbao looked at Deng Jiugong in embarrassment.

"The most important thing is to get thieves, break Chongcheng first!"

Deng Jiugong said without doubt:

"The night attack remains the same, let's prepare early."

"Don't let me find that grandson!"

Nezha searched all over the mountains for traces of Tu Xingsun. Since his debut, he has never been captured or humiliated.

This is a big knot, he said!

"That guy knows how to escape from the ground. Seeing how eager you are to eat him alive, he definitely won't come out."

Huang Tianhua accompanied Nezha to search, while trying to persuade him.

It's been almost ten years since the little black room was closed back and forth. How did this guy not grow up in size and brains?
"what!"

Nezha suddenly slammed on the brakes, pointed to the hill below and said:

"Does that monkey look familiar?"

"Yuan Hong?"

Huang Tianhua was also not sure: "Yuan Hong's monkey hair is white, but this monkey is golden."

"That monkey will change, let's go!"

Nezha dragged Huang Tianhua down and landed in front of a golden-haired macaque.

"Admit it, Yuan Hong's monkey is not of this type." Huang Tianhua hesitated.

"It must be him! Smell, does he smell like monkey wine? And this smell.

Eighty percent of the time, the monkey changed and secretly sent letters to those monsters. "

The more Nezha said, the more certain he became, and he walked over carelessly:
"Hey, Yuan Hou'er, you're not staying in Xiqi, why did you sneak out? Tell me honestly, are you here to tip off the news?"

"Nezha, Huang Tianhua?"

Recognizing the person, there was a strange flash in the macaque's eyes.

"Look, I said it was him!"

Hearing the monkey call his name, Nezha became more confident.

Do you recognize me as Yuan Hong?Maybe.
The macaque's eyeballs rolled around, white light flashed on its body, and it turned into Yuan Hong's true form, sighing:
"Master Hou allowed me to come, one is to report a letter to you, and the other is to collect the corpses of my brothers."

"Report? What kind of letter?" Huang Tianhua asked.

"Tu Xingsun has been killed, and his head is hung on the flagpole of the Yinshang camp."

"what!"

Nezha jumped up: "Who killed him?"

"Besides my six good brothers, who else can there be?"

"Yuan Hong" laughed at himself, and said coldly: "If I don't kill people, I can still deal with them with Lord Hou, but if they kill people, I can only collect their bodies."

"Now there are six of them, one is seriously injured, and none of his strength remains;

Only Yang Xian, Zhu Zizhen, Dai Li, and Jin Dasheng were left to fight. "

"Are you two sure to take them down?"

"I can kill them myself!" Nezha said, patting his chest.

There is something wrong with Yuan Hong.

Huang Tianhua asked suspiciously, "You want to help us kill them?"

"Death is a kind of relief for them."

A trace of confusion appeared in Yuan Hong's eyes, as if he had fallen into a distant memory:
"The seven of us are not local monsters, but come from the south of the Great Desolation—the Boundless Demon Forest.

There is the holy place of the demon clan: the Demon Emperor's Palace! "

"I came here for the same reason. Forget it, you don't understand anyway."

As soon as the subject changed, Yuan Hong's eyes showed sincerity:

"In short, our task is to die here, and then go to heaven to confer gods!
Death is the beginning for us!
Well, now I will tell you about their means and weaknesses. "

"Jin Dasheng is good at brute force, and he sacrificed a bezoar in his belly, which can burn others."

"Dai Li has a dog treasure that looks like a red bead in his belly"

"Yang Xianyi can fix people in place"

"Zhu Zizhen"

Yuan Hong didn't speak quickly, and he covered the old four monsters every word and every word. How to restrain them, he gave a plan first and then whoever gave them a plan. It can be said that he taught the two guys how to kill the four monsters.

"Try to keep the whole body."

At the end, Yuan Hong sighed, transformed himself into a fly and spread his wings away, as if he didn't dare to witness the next battle.

"Tu Xingsun is dead, this is the right time to use them to vent your anger!"

Nezha said excitedly.

On the other side, Goshawk was stopped by a white light
(End of this chapter)