Just became a beast, someone built a sect on my hill

Chapter 36 Alienated Monsters (New January, ask for tickets!)

"This... this, this, this. This is impossible!"

Just as Jiji stopped retching, her eyes widened and she screamed in surprise.

Looking at the black "Sura" lying on the ground in disbelief, like a sculpture, silent, without waves...

"Old Ancestor, Old Ancestor?"

Enduring stomach churning, Gigi cried eagerly.

All of this... what the hell is going on?What happened to the ancestor?
He fell to the ground all of a sudden, rubbed his knees, and came to the side of Asura's body.

"Old... Patriarch?"

He looked at Ashura's body in disbelief.

"Hehe...heh, this is the ancestor you mentioned, why did he die? Haha, powerful? Patriarch? Rising? Safe? Perfect layout..."

Yu Aotian lost Jiji's restraint, lying on the ground loosely, laughing loudly.

Although he didn't understand how this woman who looked so disgusting and ugly died.

But that didn't stop him from finding it funny.

Just now, Jiji's arrogant tail was almost up to the sky. What kind of plan and layout made him sweat profusely on his back, and finally came this...

It's really scary.

It looks scary!

Even Yu Aotian himself feels that in terms of ugliness... he is ashamed.

"You!" Jiji suddenly turned her head and shouted angrily, "Ugly fish monster, shut up for me!"

Cursing, he suddenly jumped up, using the power of ghosts and gods on his feet, and kicked Yu Aotian in the face with all his strength.

He kicked and hit the wall.

"what……"

Yu Aotian snorted heavily, his whole body twitching.

Especially the right cheek, which was kicked by Jiji, was almost deformed and swollen.

But seriously,
After Jiji kicked this kick, Yu Aotian was much more pleasing to the eye than before.

His swollen face concealed his ugliness...

around the corner,

There was the sound of footsteps.

Gigi turned around, looked at the figure gradually approaching in the darkness, suddenly calmed down, and shivered unconsciously.

Cold all over!

He just realized that the ancestors died in the opponent's hands, so its strength and level can be imagined!

so scary~
And his small land is probably just an ant that was crushed to death.

Thinking like this, Jiji was so scared that she involuntarily took half a step back, and her body began to tremble continuously.

Two figures.

A rickety waist.

The other one is only one foot high.

The gait is like a demon from hell!
Footsteps came slowly.

Jiji clenched his fists. Although he is loyal to the high priest, he still feels that he should be more aware of the current situation...

It is necessary to kneel down and beg for mercy first, to save my life!
High Priest... Jiji has no other choice. When she survives, Jiji will dedicate herself to Aguduo again, shining brightly!
It's too late, but it's really fast.

puff.

The knees that knelt on the ground rang in response to the ground.

"The two old ancestors, please forgive me, the little one... the little one," Jiji said quickly with a roll of her eyes, "I caught a heretical devil and enshrined it to the two seniors!"

Said, Jiji quickly pointed to Yu Aotian who was lying in the corner, dying.

Yu Aotian looked confused, isn't this framing a good person...but his face was too swollen, and he was unable to speak out to refute because of the pain.

What should I do if it is swollen...for short, what should I do if it is swollen?

Waiting online, very anxious.

At this moment, the figure in front appeared.

The crooked land of Baohe Town.

The short one is that little cat demon!

Jiji's arms and fingers suddenly stopped, her eyes froze.

???

what's the situation?
Why are these two rubbish... Could it be that the ancestor failed to recover?

Impossible... Absolutely impossible, those red snakes can't even deal with me and Yu Aotian, why are these two still alive?
Questions flashed through her mind, and Gigi turned around, only to realize that her knees were still kneeling on the ground!

Immediately, his face turned green, and then turned red again!

Sometimes red and sometimes green.

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"Ai Qing, please get up quickly."

Wang Ye looked at Jiji on the ground, couldn't help laughing out loud, and played a past life meme by the way.

"you--"

Gigi was furious and jumped up.

How dare a little demon be so rampant.

Although I don't understand what happened, but it's not the turn of a little demon-level trash to come and mock him.

The bad old man is about the same... Um, no, wait, why do I take it for granted that I am being ridiculed?

Forget it, it doesn't matter.

The power of ghosts and gods in Jiji's body burned rapidly.

He needs to teach him a good lesson, this little cat demon who doesn't know the sky and the earth!

Wang Ye's eyes flickered slightly, the other party wanted to attack him!

It's dangerous... Be careful!

Caution……

At this time, the little old man on the side slightly bowed his hands towards Wang Ye, and then took a wooden stick, and took a step: "Mr. Dao, how can you kill a chicken with a sledgehammer, this spies, let the little old man come."

"Well, that's fine too."

If someone made a move for Wang Ye, Wang Ye would naturally not stop him, beating and killing... How dangerous!
Although Jiji's realm is stronger than that of the little old man, although he is not exhausted, he is only at the end of his strength.

And the little old man who lay down and won all the way, although he had suffered some injuries before, in terms of condition, he was far better than Jiji who had fought hard.

"Hey! Demon... demon monkey!"

The little old man let out a roar, and black and transparent ghost power gathered on the wooden staff.

Full of fighting spirit.

Moved!

The little old man's figure was fast and his steps were nimble, and the black dragon's head faintly appeared on the wooden stick.

dang dang dang~
The wooden stick was blown away by the little old man.

one move!
Two strokes!

After three... one hundred and nine strokes,

Gigi fell to the ground seriously injured.

Kill!

The little old man gasped for a few breaths, and smiled at Wang Ye: "Mr. Dao, fortunately, I didn't disgrace my life. I'd like to honor this spy's precious magic weapon to you..."

At this time, a lobster-shaped chamber pot was hung on the wooden staff.

"You keep it, this magic weapon is too rubbish, it's useless to me."

Wang Ye drooped his eyelids, and said indifferently to the lobster chamber pot that the little old man showed.

Good guy, the little old man who has been lying and winning all the way, why is he clamoring to fight when he has nothing to gain?
Ha ha, old slippery head.

However, for Wang Ye, who has a sign-in system, this kind of magic weapon is not eight thousand, but ten thousand...

It's no use at all,

Two words, too low!

The key style is not pleasing, so make a chamber pot.

Could it be that at night, can there be a special... increase?

As for the original owner of the chamber pot, Yu Aotian, silently and helplessly, lying in the corner with a swollen face, watching the two chatting a few words, he divided up the ownership of his magic vessel.

He's anxious...but he's also swollen!
"Let's go, the ownership of the spirit mine is also in hand. Let's withdraw."

Wang Ye glanced at Yu Aotian in the corner, and didn't care at all.

"Oh, that's right. Help me take the monster that Asura turned into."

Demon cultivators, or Leftist cultivators, have a very special characteristic.

After death, it will be alienated into a sculpture-like monster, which contains part of the cultivation and orthodoxy of the previous life.

Just like Yang Yuntao before, he turned into a nightmare snake monster the size of a fingernail.

Another example is the Asura in front of him, a humanoid sculpture like the evil ghost Asura.

The higher the cultivation level of the monster during its lifetime, the stronger its demon nature, and the stronger its power and function.

A monster transformed from a strong man in the state of distraction is comparable to a rare treasure, and it is priceless!
For Wang Ye, it was a good harvest!

"Yes!"

The little old man arched his hands.

Calmly put the lobster chamber pot in his bosom, cheerfully shouldering the heavy responsibility of enduring the ugliness...

(End of this chapter)