Chapter 214 Night Demon?

"Brother Huang's side has already started, and it's almost time to finish here."

The body reorganization of King Canglan and the four great monks was completed. In the hands of King Canglan, the cyan heart continued to beat. The difference is that the power derived from the beating of the 'Aragami's Heart' does not escape, but is transmitted away by the blood-colored chains.

Without the influence of negative power, King Canglan who holds it can immediately borrow the remaining energy inside.

"Four masters, you can take action too, don't worry anymore."

King Canglan grasped his heart and walked towards Ding Wushang, the strongest person he knew.

"Your Majesty."

Master Jinxiang opened his mouth, wanting to remind Wu Chong.

But King Canglan has already fought against Ding Wushang.

Once the royal family members let go, the situation immediately changed.

Especially King Canglan, who was holding the heart of the God of Desolation like an invincible god. He beat Ding Wushang until he vomited blood and was about to lose his ability to hold on. Even the people from the Zhenwu Sect lurking outside and the secret masters from the Confucian Sect were forced out. In just a short breath, these people were in danger.

Crush!

Compared with the powerful King Canglan, there are only a few people from Qingyi Xiushi and Ding Wushang's organization, which is not enough to watch.

Wu Chong and Qiu Qilan were ignored again.

With a bad reputation, he is the head of a local sect and a horse bandit.

Even if there are some small tricks, they are not worthy of King Canglan's attention.

Master Jinxiang looked around and found that Wu Chong was the only enemy left. After thinking about his previous fighting experience, Master Golden Elephant stood silently and did not say anything about taking action. If there was a choice, Jin Xiang really didn't want to fight Wu Chong anymore. He would just be beaten when the two of them fought.

Worse than a sandbag.

In Jin Xiang's perception, Ding Wushang is not as powerful as this young man.

This most powerful enemy should be dealt with by King Canglan.

But, reputation!

King Canglan, like Master Jinxiang before him, instinctively treated Wu Chong as a minion. The leader of a local martial arts sect, how much attention could King Canglan expect? What happened before was because all his energy was focused on Emperor Qi's plan. Now that there is no plan to tie things up, King Canglan feels that these are no longer problems, and it is enough to leave it to Master Jinxiang.

"donor."

Master Jinxiang thinks we can have a chat first.

We are all civilized people, no matter what we do.

Before Master Jinxiang finished speaking, he felt a wall-like figure coming over, and his huge palms lifted him up like a chicken.

"What a pity for those human skins I painted."

After the house collapsed, Wu Chong also found the previous yard. Unfortunately, all the human skin subordinates he brought over were gone.

implicated.

When Aragami's heart was beating earlier, there was a pulling force from the capital.

This traction force sucked up all the human skins brought by Wu Chong as 'pollution power', leaving only a few living people with confused faces, such as the elder Tong Fei and Qiu Qilan. Those bandit brothers.

"Ding Wushang, do you know why Heavenly Master didn't take you away?"

King Canglan was in high spirits.

Ding Wushang is now the person in charge of Zhenwu Cult. Being able to suppress such a person is something he never dared to imagine before.

"Compared to your fellow brothers, you are far behind."

King Canglan's finger holding his heart trembled, and the sound wave spread out, causing Ding Wushang's movement to stagnate for a moment. This short-term flaw was enough for King Canglan! He exerted force on his right leg and channeled the power from the Aragami's heart in his hand. The muscles in his legs exploded instantly, and his legs became three times thicker. A ferocious aura surrounded his calves.

With a sweeping sweep, his calf kicked Ding Wushang directly in the face, kicking him into the ruins.

"Too weak. With such strength, no wonder the Heavenly Master looks down on him."

As soon as King Canglan's figure flashed, he was about to add a second blow.

boom! !

A black shadow flew over like a cannonball, directly interrupting King Canglan's movement. The terrifying residual force brought up a gust of wind, and then hit the ruins on the side hard, bringing up a circular air wave, splashing There was a lot of dust.

There was a brief silence.

King Canglan looked over and found that the lower body of the Golden Elephant Master who had been sent to stop Wu Chong was missing.

Half of his body was knocked to his side, and his head and upper body were still struggling where he was. The state could not be described in one word: miserable.

"My lord, there is something strange about this person."

Sensing King Canglan's gaze, Master Jinxiang finally finished what he wanted to say but had not finished.

"interesting."

King Canglan ignored Ding Wushang and turned his attention to Wu Chong.

"Although I don't know who sent you here, the result is the same."

It was this guy who appeared out of nowhere and almost disrupted his arrangement. If Emperor Qi hadn't launched it in time, problems would have arisen.

Thinking of this, the murderous King Canglan raised the heart in his hand.

The power of the Aragami!

Except for the part that was taken away by the capital, all the remaining controllable power became active. Through the palm of King Canglan, light turned into a stream of light and fell in all directions. Among the ruins, countless dead monks were connected by these threads.

In an instant, countless dead monks stood up twisted.

In the process, countless corpses twisted and mutated, turning into all kinds of weird things, including a monster with one leg and a monkey with three heads. There are even big gray roosters, eight-armed chimpanzees, etc. It is hard to imagine that these things are all transformed from corpses.

The contaminated power of the Aragami and the corpse bearing the mark of the ancient god can create this kind of monster.

"Die."

Regardless of how powerful King Canglan shouted, this guy cherished his life more than anyone else. He had no intention of fighting Wu Chong. He directly used the heart of the god of waste and created a bunch of monsters, preparing to surround these remnants to death.

Worry?

nonexistent.

Aragami's strongest power is assimilation and pollution. Now holding the 'Heart of the Wild God' in his hand, King Canglan easily diffused this pollution and replenished his own strength.

Night demon! ?

Wu Chong glanced at these newly born monsters, and finally his eyes fell on a big gray rooster.

He was too familiar with this thing.

It turns out that in the Twenty-Eight Prefectures, the night monsters, which are said to be natural disasters, were created by ‘people’ in this way.

These changing and twisted monsters contain the immortality of the ancient gods and the corrosiveness of the wild gods!

As soon as these things were resurrected, they began to attack everyone indiscriminately. Even King Canglan and the four great monks of Daxue Temple were the targets of their siege. Just like in cognition, this kind of monster is irrational, and even the master who created them will be attacked.

"Walk!"

Ding Wushang, who was already injured, forced back the seven or eight night monsters that surrounded him before taking Wu Chong away.

This person has great potential and cannot just die here.

The figure disappears!

The moment Ding Wushang was about to catch Wu Chong, his figure disappeared into thin air.

In mid-air, King Canglan, who was still feeling proud, felt a pain in his cheek. Half of his face seemed to have been stepped on by a mammoth, and his cheek was sunken. The powerful inertia pulled him down from the sky like a ball, and even the Aragami's heart could not be contained.

"When have you ever lost when you compete for quantity?"

The figure turned from faint to clear, it was Wu Chong.

After whipping away King Canglan, Wu Chong raised his hand and drew a mark on his palm.

Under the influence of true energy, this mark flickered for a moment, and countless drizzle-like powers flew out from it, illuminating the gravel below.

"Throwing beans makes an army."