Chapter 418 Gathering of the Strong

The crackling sound, containing a burst of anger, came to the demon Fit. His appearance made the thunder appear in the world. Once it was aroused, it was endless thunder.

The white knifeman took a look and got the blood of the phoenix without hesitation.

The agreement between

and Zhao Haoran was barely completed, and there was no point in staying any more. He hugged his wife and drifted away, and the white figure gradually disappeared from sight.

The short and fat soul man wanted to pat Mohuroga on the shoulder, but when he saw the murder in his eyes, he could only put down his hand. "Brother, why don't you leave? It's time to go home for dinner."

The thunder was rolling, and Mohuraga said a word, where did the fat man come from?

The chill on his body was heavier, but he didn't mean to stay away at all.

"Since you are not hungry, I will go home for dinner first."

The short and fat soul disappeared without a trace.

"Idiot." Mohuraga only said two words and seemed to be unwilling to say more, and the white-dressed girl was still the same.

Naturally, these two indifferent people have no common language, just look at them quietly.

The leaf-like black light squeezed out of the cracks in the thunder and got in again. The flashing black light gathered more and more, and the harsh laughter of the demon Fit came out.

A pair of sharp claws tore open the thunder and lightning, and they didn't care about the burnt black.

"What can you do to me! After all, this world belongs to me. Devil Fit's body is full of marks left by thunder and lightning, but he is in good condition and has not suffered any serious trauma.

"Boom!"

The dull thunder pounded on the chest, and a huge sense of oppression came.

Devil Fit's voice stagnated, followed by a long-lasting laugh, "You can't hurt me now."

The crazy behavior is always frightening. Mohu Rajia seems to remember something, but he can't catch it. His memory has begun to degenerate with the passage of time, which is not a good thing.

The magic flame rose to the sky, and the black light seemed to be alive, wanting to get out of Fit's control and soar freely.

The violent turbulence affected the whole Mercury in an instant. The originally peaceful sea began to surge, and the endless sky inexplicably pressed on the black clouds, and the gray rain fell down. I don't know when it will stop.

The whimpers are ringing everywhere, and no one can find the source.

"Amitabha, you shouldn't have appeared."

A round-faced monk in a blue sascave appeared in mid-air, with a compassionate expression on his face and looked at Fitt full of indignation.

"Ji Jie, monk, don't mind your own business." Fit did not take the initiative, but persuaded him. Obviously, he felt threatened.

The round-faced monk put his hands together, "As long as you go back to where you should go, I will definitely disappear immediately."

"Don't think," Fit's face was ferocious. "I escaped so easily. Don't think I'm afraid of you. Even if there is only a little power, it's only a little more effort to pinch you than to kill an ant."

The round-faced monk said unhappily, "Does that mean there is no room for negotiation?"

Fit spread his wings and waved, and the black light flew with it. He was about to escape!

The round-faced monk's name is Qingliang. As soon as he noticed the abnormality, he rushed over. The shock brought to him by the demon Fit was really great.

However, it seems that his strength has been greatly damaged. If he does not take advantage of the situation to kill at this moment, it will become a lawless disaster in the future, and no one can stop him.

Qingliang couldn't sit still. He knew that if the demon Fit regained his strength, the first thing he was looking for should be the strong man with the cultivation of the soul saint. Only such cultivation can pose a threat to him.

With a fierce slap, the disciples of the Sanskrit sect who have the cultivation of the soul saint have taken shape in their bodies.

They can not only visual the Buddha, but also be a powerful Buddha.

The demon Fit hit a hard wall, and the recoil made him dizzy.

Fiter did not give up, but continued to rush forward.

"Amitabha!"

This Buddha's name is not just talking. During the flash of golden light, the demon Fit was bounced back. His cool cultivation was enough to trap him.

"Removing evil, cool master, this demon can never be left."

The second one came here is a long-bearded Taoist. He carried a long sword behind his back and was quite imaginable with the Wudang disciples on the soul martial arts continent, but he was undoubtedly a disciple of Brahma.

"You came just in time. You and I must work together to kill this demon as soon as possible to avoid leaving a big trouble." Master Qingliang and Changshu are obviously very familiar with each other.

There are few strong people at the soul saint level. Even if they don't know each other, they must have had a relationship.

Fite looked at the two people with hatred. He resented that Zhao Haoran did not let him out earlier. The body he had just invaded was still extremely weak and there was no way to fully control it. As for his cultivation, the perpetual seal made him fall again and again. It was impossible to make up for the relith and soul beads that had been swallowed at this moment.

The long-bearded Taoist man tapped his fingers, and there were tens of millions of lights blooming, just like beautiful fireworks, but with a fatal threat.

The black fog next to Fit's side chirled. Under the sharp light of the sword, the pierced body could not maintain balance and trembled.

Zhao Haoran looked coldly at everything in front of him. Under the manipulation of Devil Fit, he could clearly feel the long-bearded Taoist and cool strength cultivation.

He is not as unbearable as it seems. This body originally belonged to Zhao Haoran, and he knows it very well.

The devil Fit is planning something.

"Amitabha, forgive people, and everything has a spirit."

Under the tattered monk's robe was a pair of eyes full of peace and kindness, and the sweeping monk didn't know when he would come over.

Master Frog is still dressed up, but he is less crazy to see him that day.

"Crazy monk, you can also feel the breath of this demon. If it is a little longer, I'm afraid I will become his food." The long-bearded Taoist spoke mercilessly.

Master frog smiled and said, "It's enough to seal it. There's no need to hurt people's lives. It's not good."

"Everyone says that you are crazy. Originally, I didn't believe it. Today, it's true that's true. In order to eliminate evil, this person's origin is not small. I'm afraid that the demon who survived in ancient times is still very weak. If he really escapes from heaven, it will be a great sin."

"Amitabha," Qingliang made a round, "Whether it's killing or sealing, let's control him first, and it's not too late to discuss it later."

Devil Fit's gray eyes kept staring at the three people. Mohuroga had no intention ofappearing. Although the blood of the phoenix was eager, these old guys were extremely difficult to deal with, and he could only choose to endure.

"Okay, then hold him first."

The long-bearded Taoist pulled out the long sword behind him, and the whole sword body was blue and black, which was not refined from ordinary metal, but like a wooden sword.

Zhao Haoran couldn't help thinking of the elder with long beard, the powerful green clan, who got rid of the manipulation of the divine operator and believed that the strange race could be taken to a higher level.

It's not much different from these souls of Mercury.

"Go!"

The long-bearded Taoist shouted fiercely, and a layer of golden light appeared on the wooden sword, and the fog on the shining Fit became loose.

Fett's huge wings blocked in front of him, but the wooden sword easily penetrated, pierced and torn the thick wings, and the long-bearded Taoist man laughed, "But don't do anything. Let's see how I deal with him."

"You must be careful. This person's cultivation will never be so simple." A cool and kind reminder, I don't know if the Taoist can listen to it.

"Don't worry," the long-bearded Taoist smiled happily, "Even if he used to be so beautiful, now he has gone to most of his cultivation, and it's easy to kill him."

Master Frog sighed. The long-bearded Taoist thought he was sighing for the devil's injury, and his heart was even more contemptuous. He was really a stubborn crazy monk, persistent and terrible.

But I don't know that Master Frog is regretting Zhao Haoran, and a soul with a bright future is finished like this.

I had accepted him as an apprentice before, but it was a pity that he was buried in the hands of the devil for no reason.

"Take your life, haha." The long-bearded Taoist has already forgotten the previous instructions. Master Frog's words have long been thrown aside. As for Qingliang, I believe he is also more willing to let this demon disappear completely.

Devil Fit's head was down and looked determined. No one could see that the gray eyes were shining with a scorching light.

The long-bearded Taoist held a wooden sword, jumped in the air, grabbed the hilt and stabbed it.

A strange feeling of falling into the mud made the long-bearded Taoist feel bad!