What does it mean?

The monk looked at each other and asked at the same time, "Then?"

Jusan Lang said categorically: "Stop them." ”

This is the end?Dirty Dao looked at him stunned and said, "Just a few of us, what should we do?"

"We're not alone. ”

Repeating the previous words, Thirteen Lang gave out all the information he got from Mai Shaofei, and then said: "There are nearly twenty god and demon cultivators in total, and there are millions of soldiers, as long as they are used well, they are enough to wrestle with the demon mosquito." ”

"On paper. Big Ash suddenly spoke, looking very disdainful.

"There are times when this thing is telling the truth. The monks and Taoists were secretly surprised, and they agreed very much in their hearts.

"Demon cultivators are all stupid, they may all be dead at this time, even if some are still alive, they are all scattered and fighting on their own, and they have no combat effectiveness at all. ”

Big Ash continued: "All in all, without the command of the young master, just a bunch of waste. ”

Such a paper talker? Extraordinary dirty Dao's eyes widened, and he secretly scolded in his heart that this stupid donkey has no strength, and his ability to pat on the back is really extraordinary.

"That's why we need to hurry. ”

Thirteen Lang humbly accepted the praise and said: "I underestimated the demon mosquito and the ghost before, so I have to go forward and kill; On the whole, my idea is: kill one and clear one place, and cut off one finger and burn it to ashes. ”

"The Ghost King and the Mosquito King were both killed, please do the two of them to overkill the ghosts, lest they reunite with their lives. Needless to say, the Fire Maiden needs to take the opportunity to recuperate and wake her up quickly. The big gray and fat are in charge of guarding, and the demon soul dumb aunt absorbs the dark energy, and it is faster to be stronger to deal with those who may be more powerful, and as for me, I need to take care of my injuries and think about some things. It also takes time. ”

Thirteen Lang said: "When we are busy with these, we need to set off quickly, no longer walking towards the middle, but going around in circles to find the Demon Cultivator to converge and strengthen our strength." ”

"That makes sense. ”

The dirt couldn't help it, and said sarcastically: "Everyone is busy, who will deal with the demon mosquito?

Devil mosquitoes are like a sea, although chaotic. It's still the sea, how can an unreliable donkey, and a toad, which is even more unreliable than a donkey, protect so many people? Big Gray and Chubby can't survive in the sea of mosquitoes alone, let alone help.

"Recite your scriptures with confidence. The blood of the monks is sour. Mosquitoes don't like it. ”

I don't know what the road is for. Da Ash has a very big temper today, and he always opposes the monks. Obviously sincere questions, in exchange for sneering and sarcasm, the dirty road was furious and had no time to get angry, and Thirteen Lang had already spoken.

"Everything has me. ”

The sound fell, but the buzz was heard. A silver dragon rose from the gray clouds, sweeping in all directions.

The monk was speechless again, exchanged glances with each other, and shook his head helplessly.

Sure enough, I was prepared

Gather soil into a platform. Set up an altar on the stage, set up a star plate on the altar again, dance the sword on the plate, hit the bowl under the plate, go down the plate, and the monk sings.

This is the picture that Big Ash sees, and it is also a conjuring spirit.

The monk and the Tao are compatible and competitive, and the monk and the Tao are side by side to summon the spirit, which has never appeared once in the past.

Can't stand the thirteen Lang's clever tongue, can't bear the big gray sneer, today the monks and Taoists took the stage at the same time, each using the strongest means.

The monk's magic power is boundless, although it is exaggerated to move mountains and reclaim the sea, it is not a problem to dig soil and take stones to build a high platform. It only took half a day, and the monks and Taoists erected a hundred-zhang high platform, and the foundation of the altar was formed.

The altar of conjuring spirits, the mortal world is complicated and most of them are useless, and the monks and Taoists are both profound and powerful, and they disdain to do those superficial skills. The filth channel lightly moves to calculate the star array, and a soul banner containing the law of a real person is set up, and the seven-star dancing sword is stepped on it, which is the method of soul attraction that breaks the sky. The extraordinary master repaired the purple gold bowl, sat on the ground with his fingers interlocked, and sang Buddhist ballads in his mouth, which is the method of transcendence of the Sunset Tower.

"Well, it's a nice song. Describing the scriptures as ballads, Ash is so proud of it.

Thirteen Lang also made a move, and the monk was moved by the shot, and he sighed that Mr. had a relationship with the Buddha and the real person.

Hongchen on the left, beheading the corpse on the right, around the altar, Mr. Thirteen hooked out thirteen pairs of yin and yang cases, and formed a life and death array for the first time, which impressed the two masters from outside the world.

In this way, it is the spirit rhino.

Things in the world, don't be afraid of difficulties, as long as you do it, only by doing it, will there be a way out. There are thousands of ideas in action, and if you can stick to them and test them one by one, you will be a spirit. Resentful all day long, plotting and calculating and resenting, even if there is wisdom in the chest, it will still be half of the way.

There is no doubt that Jusan Lang is a man of action, no matter what problems he encounters, he thinks of it, no matter how ridiculous it seems, he will definitely do it. In the 100 years of cultivation, Mr. Thirteen really "listened to lectures in class" only in the few years of the Taoist Academy, including consulting the classics, and the total time was less than a year. The reason why he has cultivated so much and gained everything that the world admires, envies, and looks up to is by action.

Smell, think, ask, plan, try, taste, fail, measure. Hundreds of millions of years of cultivation on the road, several heroes, which immortals, all come from this road.

Never before?

Luck? It's just a joke.

As early as when he was in the Chaotic Sea, Thirteen Lang had done something similar, if he really had a supreme golden body and vast mana, and surpassed the hundreds of millions of remnants of the Chaotic Sea, it would not be another Jizo.

The place where dreams leave is not a chaotic sea, the ghosts here are fresh and ferocious, Thirteen Lang is also different from what it used to be, and there are masters around him to help, why can't he do the same thing?

Monks, Taoists, and laymen, the three of them joined forces to try to master reincarnation, and a try led to a great trend.

The sound of sword dancing, the light is vertical and horizontal, the symbols on the astrolabe are rushing into the sky, and the mosquito tide is shocking in all directions.

The sound of the Buddha is solemn, the golden bowl is vast, the murmur sings loudly to move the heavens and the earth, and the ghosts are screaming on all sides.

Magical powers eventually have a distance, even if the true spirit soars into the starry sky, it can't really be done across the mountains. Both of them are spiritual cultivators, and as soon as their mana comes out, they are submerged and extinguished by demonic energy, which is useless at all.

Induction does not.

The same space, the same sky, the same breath and the same road, when the sword roars with the true meaning of the soul flag spreads to all directions, when the Sanskrit sound vibrates from the soul, when the meaning of life and death infects the place of dreams, all ghosts feel the call of the soul of the law, and they are moved.

Around the altar, thousands of feet away, a demon mosquito collapsed out of thin air, and a grimace came out of it, with four eyes and eyes, revealing confusion and yearning. Its aura is not comparable to Eleven, but its shape is completely consistent and changing.

The face became plump, the nose became bulging, the lips were thin, and the eyebrows were thickened, and it was clearly the face of a monk.

Another demon mosquito's body exploded, and the ghost thing that came out looked different from the beginning, because she was a woman.

Another one, the next one, another one

Not every demon mosquito has a ghost in its body, and anyone who is qualified to carry it is at least a purple mosquito king, and he is the best among them. This is another unexpected thing, even if the conjuring super-degree fails, it has already caused major damage to the demon mosquito, causing its strength to be drastically reduced.

Sure enough, the low-level mosquito king exploded one after another, and the lower-level demon mosquitoes were out of control, and the already chaotic mosquito sea rose in waves, and there were similar culls on all sides. The sea of demon mosquitoes made waves again, and the strangulation of demon mosquitoes surged, inevitably affecting the altar.

"Don't move, leave it all to me. ”

gave the monk and the two of them a reassurance, and Thirteen Lang's eyes gradually understood, and he smiled happily.

"I see. ”

The land of the world, even if it is transformed into the world, is still the world, where do the ghosts come from?

The so-called ghosts are all the Demon Realm monks who once fell here, that is, what Thirteen Lang had seen when he was immersed in Dream Tianluo: those who were lost. After death, he should have been thrown into the underworld, but he was forcibly left behind by Meerkat and purified for ten thousand years, and the souls of these cultivators who were eroded by the underworld gradually sank, and they are now the ghosts;

Although the number of ghosts is large, it cannot be compared with the demon mosquitoes, and the meerkat Luo Zhenjun ignited thirteen of them, leading a group of ghosts to fuse the demon mosquitoes, and it doesn't matter what happens after that, understanding this weight, the three of them already know very well what to do next.

As long as they are cleaned up, it not only means weakening the opponent, but also making them lose control of the demon mosquitoes, saving more than several times more effort!

"Sir Gao Zhi, the monk understands. ”

"Admire, this way has also been understood. ”

The monks and Taoists were busy, the singer's Sanskrit voice was louder, the dancer's sword intent was more and more clear, and the mood was indescribably comfortable. Thousands of miles forward, the war is difficult, the future is unpredictable, and the heart is resentful, and now they are all turned into smoke and dust. Magnifying it, the monks and Taoists have practiced for thousands of years, and they never imagined that one day they would be able to gather in the three directions like this and play the merits together.

The most wonderful thing is that this can still fight, and you can also kill the enemy to have this gain, even if you are teased by the stupid donkey as singing, you have no intention of caring with it, and you are willing to do it.

"Got it?"

The donkey looked at it with his eyes puffed up, felt bored and lowered his head to touch the fire Linglong who was lying down and sleeping quietly, and his expression was very gentle.

"Do you understand?"

"Quack!" Tianxin Toad laughed loudly.

"It's not authentic!"

The altar of the soul conjuring, the Sanskrit sound is sacred, and the surrounding area is full of blood, and there are corpses everywhere. Ignoring the clamor of Tianxin, the donkey silently stood by the fire girl's side, looked down and looked up, and made a sound of compassion.

"Wake up, it's so beautiful. ”

"Here you go. ”

The young master drank softly, and a streamer flew in front of him, and the donkey was overjoyed after being slightly flustered, and hurriedly swallowed it. The next moment, there was one less stupid donkey on the ground, and one more strong man with a body like an iron tower, dignified and powerful, looking forward to it.

The Transformation Stone, since it was forcibly searched by Thirteen Lang, has been separated from Kui Shen for nearly a hundred years.

"Young Master Xie Lu, Young Master Xie Xie, Xie Lu Xie" raised his hand and stomped his feet, Da Ash didn't have time to appreciate his majestic posture, and hurriedly thanked him.

"My family, thank you. ”

Thirteen Lang responded casually, playing with the thin iron chain handed over by the dumb aunt, and thought quietly.

"Kind of"

(To be continued......)