Become a legend in Hong Kong

"Master Yan, now is not the time to make a speech. What are your chances of winning?" Liao Wenjie asked in a low voice.

"What, it's already this time, and you're still thinking about the chances of winning?"

Yan Chixia looked at Liao Wenjie in surprise, and at the same time said through a message: "The chance of winning is less than 10%. I will risk my life and give it a try, but there is no chance of winning at all."

"There is actually a 10% chance of winning, are you sure?"

Liao Wenjie pouted at Ning Caichen's position, and a dozen female ghosts huddled together, waiting for death and giving up on survival. Only Xiaoqian and Xiaoqing took Ning Caichen around to find a way out of the underworld.

In the Black Mountain Old Demon's territory, without him nodding his head in agreement, it would be so easy to go wherever he wanted. One person and two ghosts struggled powerlessly, bumping into each other like headless flies.

"I am sure!"

Yan Chixia gritted her teeth: "It's because of them that the chance of winning is less than 10%. Otherwise, barely 20% would not be a problem."

"You want to ask God?"

"How can there be a god in this world..."

Yan Chixia murmured, and then said firmly: "That Diamond Sutra contains boundless Buddhist dharma. As long as I can get close to the Black Mountain Old Demon and explode it in one breath, the Black Mountain Old Demon will be severely injured even if he doesn't die."

Diamond Sutra!

Liao Wenjie raised his eyebrows. He felt that the [God's Curse for Purifying Heaven and Earth] in his hand was not a mortal object, and its power when exploded would not be any worse than the Diamond Sutra.

If the Diamond Sutra didn't blow up the old Black Mountain demon to death, he wouldn't mind blowing it up again with the Divine Curse for Purifying Heaven and Earth.

At the critical moment of life and death, magic weapons and other things are all external objects. He is ready to use the blood power at any time. It is better to deepen his demonic nature than to risk his life.

If you still can't defeat the old monster from Montenegro...

Then find a way to join the opponent. Two ghost generals have just died. It is the time when the old demon of Montenegro is recruiting talents. He is not talented at all, but he is quite virtuous.

"I'll cover you!"

Liao Wenjie gritted his teeth, took out the Small Returning Yang Pill from his arms, and cut it in half with his sword.

"Hey, you actually still have this kind of immortal elixir, why didn't you take it out earlier?"

The aroma of the medicine was astounding to her nose. Yan Chixia felt refreshed and refreshed just by smelling it. She said happily, "With the help of this elixir, the odds of winning are less than 20%, but it's not far off."

Then, with a confused look on his face, Liao Wenjie withdrew half of the Small Returning Yang Pill, drew his sword and split the remaining half in two again.

When it came into his hands, the Xiao Huanyang Pill only had a quarter, which was not even enough to fit between his teeth.

Yan Chixia: (灬)

"You should use good things sparingly. If you don't like it too much, Master Yan, then don't take it. I'll save it for next time." Liao Wenjie stuffed the slightly larger Xiao Huanyang Pill into his mouth.

"Say it as if there is a next time..."

Yan Chixia was speechless. Seeing that Liao Wenjie really wanted to snatch the Little Returning Yang Pill, she hurriedly swallowed it, chewed it dryly, and then looked depressed.

I ate it too hard and threw it directly into my throat without even tasting it.

Although there was only a quarter of the pill, the effect was really good. Yan Chixia took a deep breath and wiped away the empty feeling of powerlessness. She narrowed her eyes slightly and the golden light was hidden.

Next to him, Liao Wenjie also took a deep breath and took Xiao Huanyang Pill, mainly to replenish blood.

I had too much blood bleeding before, and I was afraid that if I did it a second time, my body would not be able to bear it.

After replenishing most of his blood, he put the two long swords, black and gold, behind his back. The copper coin swords were spread out in rows, and the wounds on his palms were filled with hot blood, igniting the red and fiery light again.

"The sword transforms into thousands, and the divine weapons of wind and fire are like laws and regulations!"

Yan Chixia shouted loudly, and the divine sword turned into thousands of sword lights. Holding Liao Wenjie's collar, the sword rose across the sky, escorted by countless golden sword shadows, and rushed straight to the bone altar at the end of the plain.

"Get them."

On the altar, the old Black Mountain demon sat firmly, and the ghost servants on the left and right took orders and waved the formation flags in their hands.

Suddenly, the dark wind roared, the ghost soldiers in the military formation raised their swords high, and black smoke rolled out. The leading ghost general rode the skeleton horse and led the army into the sky.

The black smoke and haze are thick and unstoppable, the cold wind shakes the plains thousands of miles away, and the charge is like a mountain torrent, majestic and unstoppable.

"kill!"

Yan Chixia's eyes were fierce, and the moment the sword light touched the ghost army, the flying sword exploded with a bang.

boom! boom! boom! boom----

Looking from a distance, I could see the golden light strips forming a bundle, plunging into the vast black mist, and then the golden flames exploded from the inside out, and the charging speed increased instead of decreasing.

Yan Chixia stood on the flying sword, burning her magic and telepathy regardless of the consequences, and driving the sword with all her strength. As she charged at high speed, her clothes rustled.

Ahead, the leading ghost used his war horse as a shield and raised his sword to fight in front of him. Without even looking at him, he waved his hand and grabbed Liao Wenjie's collar and moved forward.

Using people to control the formation, using the formation as arrows, the red sword net whistled and buzzed, grinding the ghost generals, men and horses together like a grinding stone until they were annihilated into ashes.

Halfway through the charge, the flying swords exploded on their own. Yan Chixia bit the tip of her tongue, spat out a mouthful of hot blood, and forced a reversal to summon hundreds of flying swords again.

"The form and spirit are like swords!"

He shouted loudly, and connected hundreds of flying swords with his mind. The aura of the man and the sword was connected, and a strong sword intention surged over the plain.

Hundreds of flying swords surrounded it, and the golden flames were rising, disrupting the boundless airflow, turning into a violent wind pillar, accelerating twice, and whirling towards the Bone Dharma Platform.

For a moment, thick black mist floated in the air, firelight splashed in all directions, and sonorous sounds could be heard endlessly.

When the wind pillar stopped, there was only a hundred meters away from the Dharma platform in front.

Yan Chixia continuously released her ultimate moves, and her body was hollowed out. She summoned a flying sword to help Liao Wenjie stand still. With the cover of the money sword array, he guided the arrows and set up the bow, and shot out the last three evil-breaking arrows.

The light flew by, and three dark golden beams of light broke through the gaps in the military formation and went straight towards the old demon of Montenegro.

"Nothing!"

The old demon of Montenegro waved up the black mist entangled by the souls of enemies, and three evil-breaking arrows rushed into it. The golden light was lost, and when it landed, it was dyed as black as ink.

The light of the Money Sword Array dissipated, Liao Wenjie put away a large amount of golden light, held Yan Chixia's shoulder with one hand, bent down, used all his strength, and kicked out the second Tianzhan Kick today.

The energy collided, swinging away the surrounding Yin soldiers, and the blue light swept down, cutting off the last two rows of Yin soldiers.

At this moment, the road ahead is open and there is no obstacle.

"The form and spirit are like swords!"

Yan Chixia, who was pretending to be dead, suddenly became energetic and pushed Liao Wenjie to the corner of the altar with a slap, and then a mouthful of blood spurted out. He held the big sword at his feet, and the sword merged into one, turning into a roaring golden light and heading straight towards the Black Mountain Old Demon.

"The sword is a good sword, but the man is just average."

The old demon from Montenegro commented, and took off the mask on his face without haste, revealing a skull with black eyes.

The upper and lower jaws of the skeleton opened, releasing countless evil ghosts. For a moment, they chirped sinisterly, and the ferocious ghosts entangled themselves in one place. Countless heads were piled up, and the moans and groans rushed towards the golden light.

"Prajnaparamita!"

Feeling unsteady, Yan Chixia shouted loudly to dispel the demonic sound that threatened her life. With just this one breath, her sword power suddenly slowed down.

It was at this breath that the ghosts of resentment surrounded him, and the boundless black energy tightly surrounded him, filling his mouth, nose, ears and eyes crazily.

“Ahhhh————”

"The heaven and earth are natural, the odor is dispersed, the cave is mysterious, and the Taiyuan shines brightly."

Just when Yan Chixia screamed, a figure jumped up from under the altar, ignored the wail of the resentful ghost, and slapped Yan Chixia hard on the back.

Liao Wenjie used his blood-colored mind power, with the bloody light hidden in his eyes, and struggled to push Yan Chixia out of the surrounding ghosts.

The group of ghosts changed their targets and rushed towards Liao Wenjie with their teeth and claws bared. They were half a meter away from him and were bounced away by the blue halo that suddenly exploded.

The divine curse that purifies heaven and earth!

Before he started, he was stuffed into Liao Wenjie's chest. In addition, he had Buddhist beads on his wrists, a cross and amulets of Master Zhang Tianshi's descendants hanging around his neck.

He was fully armed, all he needed was a copper coin armor.

"Hey, what kind of magic weapon is this..."

The old demon from Heishan became interested and didn't even look at Yan Chixia who was killing the ghost servant with a sword.

"The evil devil is twisting his ways and causing trouble to the people. Let's see if the sword in Yan's hand is sharp!"

Yan Chixia shouted loudly, held the sword with both hands, poured out all her magic power, and once again entered the realm of human and sword unity. Her body and the long sword were bathed in the evil-breaking golden light. The tip of the sword shined brightly and pierced the chest of the old demon from Montenegro.

Tsk!

As the sword pierced through, Yan Chixia's face stiffened with joy, because the armor of the old Black Mountain demon was empty, and it seemed, maybe, maybe not his true body.

"You, a little Taoist priest, are quite interesting."

The old Black Mountain demon slowly turned his head, withdrew his gaze from Liao Wenjie, and said to Yan Chixia: "If you like to conquer demons so much, then merge with me and become a demon from now on."

The black mist overflowed and emerged from the gaps in the old Black Mountain demon's armor. It turned into ghost hands and grabbed Yan Chixia's limbs, dragging him into her arms.

good chance!

Yan Chixia didn't have time to think about anything, she took out the Diamond Sutra from her lower back, opened it with one hand, and slapped the old Black Mountain demon's skull with her palm.

"Kumaro..."

The old Black Mountain demon only had time to recite half of his name before he was tightly wrapped by the Sanskrit chains coming out of the Diamond Sutra. His body was unable to move, and the black energy was dissipated by the golden flames of Buddha's light.

“Ahhhh————”

"Old demon, have a nice journey, I'll give you a ride!"

Yan Chixia rolled around a few times to avoid the old demon from Montenegro who was full of Buddhist scent. She touched her mouth with her fingertips and drew the Sanskrit words "Prajnaparamita" in the air.

"burst!!"

After a sharp shout, the skeleton platform burst into golden light. The huge beam of light cut through the darkness, dispelling the cold air and turning the world into a golden furnace.

The old Black Mountain demon's body was bound, and he was swaying and melting little by little in the golden light. Not only him, but all the evil soldiers and ghosts who were closer also disappeared under the golden light.

The army was in chaos, and the Yin soldiers had pressed forward to rescue them before, but now they were frightened by the power of the golden light and ran as far as they could.

After a while, the golden light disappeared into nothingness.

Liao Wenjie climbed up to the collapsed land of bones and dug out Yan Chixia with only one hand stretched out from the bone residue.

"Bah, bah, bah——"

Yan Chixia shed tears from the corners of her eyes and sprayed out large amounts of white ash from her mouth and nose. Without taking a breath, she spoke quickly: "Run away quickly. I suspect this monster is not dead yet. If we don't leave, we won't be able to leave."

As soon as he finished speaking, the thousands of miles of plains rumbled and trembled, and the earth undulated like waves. If this was a black sea, then a giant beast was about to jump out of it.

"Master Yan, what are your chances of winning?"

"Bring your sword and wipe my neck before you kill yourself!"