Demon recovery: the beginning of the full-level five thunder justice!

Everyone clearly sensed a terrifying and strange aura that was rapidly approaching.

"Everyone be careful! Go back!"

Zhang Zhenxuan's body was covered with golden light, and he quickly greeted everyone.

Everyone came back to their senses and retreated one after another.

Just at this moment, a white shadow rushed out.

The speed of this silver is too fast.

It was almost blurry, like lightning, in the blink of an eye, he had already arrived in front of the old monk!

The old monk obviously didn't react too much.

Knowing that the white light suddenly enlarged and turned into a little old lady in white clothes, his pupils shrank sharply.

The little old lady's right hand was clawed, and she slapped the old monk's forehead with one claw.

"Amitabha."

The old monk stood where he was, and called out the Buddha's name.

No one knew why he was standing there, and he had absolutely no intention of dodging.

"Abbot!"

"Grandmaster!"

"Be careful!!"

The pupils of everyone who had already retreated to the rear shrank.

However, upon hearing the reminder, the old monk still remained motionless.

In an instant, everyone's hearts went cold for the most part.

And right now.

Suddenly, a huge sound of breaking through the air sounded.

Immediately afterwards, there was a muffled bang.

I saw that it was Jiang Churan who was wielding a huge mace, and before the little old lady's attack hit the old monk, she was sent flying with one stick!

Seeing this scene, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

But after Jiang Churan swung the little old lady out, he didn't stop at all, his figure turned into a flash of lightning, and in the blink of an eye appeared behind the little old lady flying upside down.

The little boss turned pale with fright, and turned over with a kite in the air.

She thought that Jiang Churan was going to hit her with a mace, and she was ready to pick it up again.

But in the end, the huge mace in Jiang Churan's hand suddenly disappeared.

Immediately afterwards, he spread his hand and blasted out three palm thunders one after another!

The tyrannical thunderbolt caused the little old lady's complexion to change drastically.

This is too unconventional.

Three thunderbolts from the palm bombarded her body, causing white smoke to rise all over her body, and she fell heavily to the ground.

immediately.

Everyone smelled a burning smell.

"Mother-in-law!"

"Grandma, how are you!"

"Grandma, are you okay..."

A group of little foxes rushed out from various stores in a bustling manner.

"go back!"

"Who told you to come out!"

And just when the little foxes were about to rush over.

The little old lady lying on the ground yelled.

In an instant, all the little foxes stopped and did not dare to come forward.

But from the look of watching in place, they can still see their deep worry at a glance.

at this time.

A faint electric light flashed.

Jiang Churan's figure appeared beside the little old lady.

In his hand, he holds the magic knife Thousand Blades.

The sharp point of the knife was aimed at the throat of the little old lady lying on the ground.

The little old lady's strength is naturally not so weak.

It's just that she is a demon.

Different from evil spirits.

After being struck by the thunder in her palm, her body will be paralyzed for a moment.

And Jiang Churan, of course, wants to take advantage of this moment, take advantage of his illness, and kill him!

"No! Mother-in-law!"

"Don't hurt mother-in-law!"

"We have never hurt anyone, please don't hurt mother-in-law!"

White light flashed across the bodies of the little foxes, and they turned into the little foxes that Zhou Shuren was familiar with.

Although the appearance is relatively average, the vicious vigor of each of them is indeed not something that ordinary men can withstand.

It's no wonder that Zhou Shuren, who is a C-level, will be confused into a big-headed idiot...

However, although Jiang Churan is an old boy of two generations, he is not in the category of ordinary men.

So, I don't care about this scene at all.

But even so, he still didn't act immediately.

Everything has a spirit, and it is not easy to practice. It is not Jiang Churan's temper to kill without distinction.

Indeed, it is true to kill him while he is sick.

But if he can beat the little old lady like this this time, he will undoubtedly be able to do it next time.

As many times as you want!

But after seeing that Jiang Churan had no intention of doing anything, the little old lady was not in a hurry to escape.

Instead, he leaned back and lay completely on the ground.

She looked at the sky with both eyes, a flash of memory flashed by, and her expression was a little satisfied.

"Kill me."

Her voice sounded.

It made everyone's complexion change.

The atmosphere instantly became extremely dignified.

The little foxes wanted to beg for mercy.

But he didn't dare to make a sound to break the deathly silence.

The rest of the people, including Jiang Churan, naturally had doubts on their faces.

They couldn't figure out why the fox old lady suddenly gave up on herself.

And right now.

The old monk came out.

"Giant benefactor."

As soon as he opened his mouth, everyone's eyes immediately focused on him.

All I saw was that the old monk gave a bleak smile.

"The poor monk wants to beg Jiang benefactor to let her go!"

This statement came out.

In an instant, everyone's expressions became even more puzzled.

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Jiang Churan raised his eyebrows with great interest.

"Oh why?"

The old monk clasped his hands together: "Amitabha, because the poor monk knows, she will definitely not harm anyone."

As usual.

If someone pleads for himself in this way, even if he is not grateful, at least he will be grateful.

But the old monk's voice fell.

The old lady lying at Jiang Churan's feet sat up in surprise.

She shouted in a tone of extreme disdain, or in other words, resentment: "Dead monk, I don't need you to intercede for me!"

Yo!

There is a story!

Jiang Churan frowned, thinking.

"Amitabha."

The old monk Qinghui is the immutable Amitabha.

After Tuo Buddha finished, he said in a very serious tone: "Ayu, I am not begging for you."

"You have become what you are now, largely because of me."

"So, if you want to die, I should actually die!"

He no longer calls himself a poor monk.

After hearing these words, everyone's ears perked up.

There is actually a story between this old monk and this old fox?

Jiang Churan looked interested.

"You don't need to be hypocritical!"

The little old lady roared again.

The old monk shook his head and smiled wryly.

"Xiaoyu, it's been 100 years, why are you doing this!?"

......  

"100 years?" The little old lady sneered. "So you know it, it's been 100 years!"

"Then do you know how I have lived in the past 100 years?"

A rhetorical question.

The old monk fell into a deep silence.

"Abbot, this..."

Zhang Zhenxuan couldn't bear it anymore, the fire of gossip in his heart was burning.

Hearing this, the old monk turned his head and glanced at everyone who was full of surprise, and let out a long sigh.

"Hey……"