Gamers Are Fierce Chapter 40: Demon flame
“The monk is a fool, but it can be taught, but the demon is a ghost and a mythical creature will cause disaster?”
The crown frowned, chewing this half of the poem with his head down, suddenly raised his head, straightened his back, and the robes around his body were windless and automatic.
From his scrawny body, there is a majestic, dark and dark aura emanating from his body.
The demonic aura was like a veil, covering the entire Mahavira Hall. It seemed ethereal but extremely textured, making it hard to breathe and almost fainting.
Mandrills have many identities, monks, Taoists, people, and demons.
As a monk, he is the presiding abbot of Guhan Temple with benevolent eyes.
As a Taoist priest, he used the method of immortality to confuse the powerful alchemist of Zhumen.
As a mortal, he is the crown of a wealthy merchant in Southern Zhili who is benevolent and philanthropic.
Only the last demon, Mandrill does not need to play, he is a demon, a very vicious demon that drinks blood and leads beasts and cannibals.
“Hahahahahaha.”
The crown waved the sleeves of the robe and laughed wildly, “You said, I’m a demon?”
He took a step in the air lightly, and the stone floor of the Daxiong Hall below suddenly collapsed, and a giant footprint was sunken.
“You say, I’m a demon?”
He took another step, and the little monsters on both sides of the Daxiong Hall who had not been cultivated, were directly stepped on by a foot and bent their backs. They were all lying on the base of the Buddha statue. Blood spurted out from the seven orifices as if they didn’t want money.
“You say, I am a disaster?”
He took the third step, his pale long beard was automatic without wind, and his skinny palms swept across and threw out a dark and black demonic wind.
The gang wind was initially curved like a hooked moon and narrow like a willow leaf. It gradually dissipated and deformed as the distance advanced, and finally condensed into a row of skeleton soldiers with stubborn and terrifying expressions.
“Kill!”
The skeleton soldiers composed of demonic winds, with several cannibalistic blue and raging demonic flames rising from their bodies, snarled and roared savagely towards the mission team.
The little demons and demons who were too late to avoid along the way were only passed by the swords, spears, swords, halberds, axes, hooks and forks in the hands of the skeleton soldiers, and their bodies began to quickly rot and decay.
In just a few breaths, it eroded into a puddle of yellow-green pus in place, and even the panicked cry for help was stuck in his throat, too late to shout.
The demons were cleared away, the ghosts retreated, and the guests who still had spare energy to move under the pressure, like the tide at low tide, withdrew from the Daxiong Palace.
There are no demons. If you want to participate in this struggle, you dare not, don’t want to, and can’t.
At most, they were afraid of the possible reckoning of the mandrill after the fight, thinking about launching a few long-range attacks outside the hall to help the punches,
It is absolutely impossible to take risks in person and set foot in the hall when shouting “the majesty of the crown prince” a few times. Those who come to the banquet are all little monsters and monsters who think they are shameless and are good at self-protection.
After all, those demons who are not smart enough in their minds and rely on their demonic power to do things wrong have long been eradicated by Taoist, Buddhist or official monks.
Even if they retreated to the courtyard, the group of demons could still feel the majestic demonic power of the crown in the Daxiong Palace. At the same time, they were also deeply puzzled. In just one year, the cultivation base has greatly increased to this level.
In the hall, facing the skeleton soldiers who came by surprise, Wanli Fengdao snorted coldly, and pulled out the three-foot autumn water called “Zhanlong” from his waist.
Bass——
From a distance, the sword is like a moonlight shining through the gaps of the clouds. The old face of the past few years seems to be a lot quieter.
Senior’s box has three feet of water, and once entered Wutan to cut dragons.
Wanli Fengdao pondered the unknown past in his heart, drew his sword and rushed forward into the battle of skeletons.
twist, split, stab, spin, chop, cut,
The light of the sword was vertical and horizontal, shining like a star. He crossed the sword, spear and halberd, crossed the axe and fork, broke out in the sound of gold and iron, and inserted the sword back into the hilt in silence.
Behind him, the skeleton soldiers who were still holding their weapons froze for a moment, before they collapsed suddenly.
“Playing swords?”
The crown sneered, lingered in the air, raised his arms, stood upright on one foot like a golden rooster, and stepped down leisurely.
In the main hall, the ink-colored demonic energy like a veil rolled, stirred, and condensed, like a black cloud covering the sky and the sun, pressing down on everyone together.
Wanli Fengdao changed color suddenly, and pressed his hand on the scabbard.
Everyone’s scalp couldn’t stop going numb, the hairs all over their bodies stood up, and the air seemed to be frozen and heavy. Breathing, which was a very simple action on weekdays, needed to be done with all one’s strength at this moment.
“Disperse!”
Xing Hechou roared loudly, golden light flashed all over his body, and an ancient iron armor appeared on his burly body.
The armor is made up of more than 1,500 fish scale armors and more than 600 long strip armors. The chest, front, back and back have metal round guards that are polished to an extremely smooth mirror surface. Helmets, neck guards, ear guards , Tiger head shoulder armor, dragon head shawl, knee skirt, leg tie and hanging legs are all available.
【Name: Mingguang Armor】
[Type: Armor]
[Quality: Rare]
[Defense: Medium]
[Special effect 1: Unyielding (passively increases the wearer’s physical fitness limit by 20%)]
[Special effect 2: Toughness (passively increases the wearer’s toughness, and reduces the duration and intensity of the wearer’s stun, deceleration, fear and other effects)]
[Note: Seeing the light of the sun, the world is bright. ]
Xing Hechou, who was wearing golden iron armor, bent his knees abruptly. The wolf head knee armor and the iron knee skirt collided sonorously, hoarse and sharpened, and the hard ground under his feet was crushed by gravity, shattering like a spider web.
The next moment, he jumped high, like iron fists like cannonballs, slamming into the cloud of demonic energy.
The dark cloud is pressing down on the city and the city is about to be destroyed.
For a long time, the mission team has been preparing for this day. Almost at the moment when Xing Hechou shouted “scatter”, the others scattered in a tacit understanding.
The Wanli Fengdao, who is best at light work, moved back and forth between the left and right beams and columns of the hall. Taking advantage of the gap between Xing Hechou attracting the attention of the crown, he suddenly increased his speed. He grabbed the waist of the woman named “matchmaker” and landed lightly on the ground.
“Stay still.”
Wanli Fengdao said quickly ~IndoMTL.com~ hurriedly turned his head and saw that Xing Hechou, who was wearing a golden armor, had already rushed into the black cloud, and his fists wrapped under the iron guard slammed into the bottom of the mandrill’s feet.
Zheng————
The sound of gold and iron interlaced resounded through the Mahavira Hall, and the shock wave visible to the naked eye shook the black cloud and spread outward.
The floating crown leaned back, staggering a few steps before regaining its balance.
And Xing Hechou fell to the ground with a bang, the iron sheet guarding his hand, the palm of his hand was torn apart, dripping with blood, and his clenched fists trembled.
With a sweet throat, he swallowed the blood in his mouth with a stern face, barely stood up, looked at the crown silently, and clarified that the fighting spirit in his eyes seemed to be burning.
“Humph.”
The crown snorted coldly, and a roll of Taoist robe put his hands behind him. As the hem of the robe swayed violently, the demonic energy re-condensed into a dark cloud around him.
“Fire borrows the wind, and the wind helps the fire.”
The Taoist looked down at the ants below indifferently without a trace of emotion in his eyes, and said calmly.
The dark cloud of demonic energy behind him was like a pool of oil being thrown into a match. First a spark flickered, followed by a raging fire!
The whole black cloud blazed, and the fire was not orange and warm, but blue and cold, without a trace of temperature.
The faint blue fire cloud, twisting, rising, like maggots on the tarsal bones, scorching the golden roof of the Daxiong Palace, everything melts wherever it goes, and in an instant, the bricks and tiles are dissolved, the beams are toppled, the walls collapse, and the smoke is filled with dust. In the middle, the Daxiong Hall, whose roof was half burned, was exposed in the moonlight.
“The fierce demon flame splashes fire.”
Li Ang was slightly speechless, his face solemn. This demonic fire will be wounded when touched, and it will die if it touches it. This is far more terrifying than white phosphorus bombs. He does not want to test whether the mortal body can withstand the burning of the demonic flame.