Chapter 188, Shura Fantasy, Great Demon White Spirit

Excessive immersion in this realm and the great oppression of the external environment have led to their almost invincible accumulation of terror in this realm. Once the restrictions on the top of their heads are removed, they will all fly to the sky without any surprise.

Zhu Peng suspects that after 2012, all worlds have targeted these earth monks on the ninth layer of gas refining. Is it because they all know clearly that as long as these perverts are given a little chance, they can grow into strong practitioners who build foundations or even higher levels. At that time, human beings will change. It's ten times more difficult to kill.

Under the pressure of the end of the world, Zhu Peng's own accumulation is enough. The top of the eight layers of refining gas and the top of the body are the eight layers of refining. The mind is even more perfect under the accumulation of the two generations, but he has not broken the window paper leading to the nine layers of gas refining.

But Zhu Peng is not in a hurry. He slowly accumulates and realizes that this kind of oppression is oppression and pain for the three bloody old men who have been oppressed for decades, but for him, a monk who is deeply aware of the time of 'release', it means a rare experience. In another inappropriate but very appropriate metaphor, this is the difference between fixed-term imprisonment and life imprisonment.

"What's more..." His eyes condensed, and he broke a fierce flame with a sword. Looking back at the big vitality beast in the distance, the fire-breathing golden frog, was staring at himself coldly.

Although it is far away, Zhu Peng can still feel the hatred in the heart of the manipulative monk in the belly of the giant frog. However, in the face of such a huge beast and such a murderous intention, Zhu Peng is laughing wantonly. Over the years, how can Zhu Peng know that the person in front of him is a relative and friend of the dead ghost under the sword one day?

"What's more, even if it's just the eight-tier realm of gas refining, it's not that I haven't competed with the nine-tier realm monks of gas refining."

With his left hand, he put the sword at his waist, and as soon as he led it, the Shura gourd was amplified by him and smashed heavily on his side. After saying, "Protect the Dharma for me", Zhu Peng closed his eyes and immersed his mind in the spiritual weapon Shura.

Naturally, there are blood monks who follow him to wrap him in it and guard him carefully. In the past three years, because of Zhu Peng's own meritorious combat strength and family prestige, he has earned a lot of contacts for himself. Even in the United War Department, Zhu Peng can support quite a lot of characters.

Zhenyuan was scattered, and the string puppet line was thrown into the Shura gourd from the palm of Zhu Peng's hand, and also brought his spirit into it.

The next moment, Zhu Peng entered a hazy and illusory space. He opened his eyes and did not care about it, but said directly, "Old cat, I said that you have also rested for three years, so you don't want to go out to see it? The outside world is wonderful.

This sentence is like touching the nerves of something, and the whole illusory space is turbulent and shaken in an instant, as if it will collapse and break at any time. A terrible evil spirit like a tsunami surged towards Zhu Peng. Zhu Peng smiled gently, and with a wave of his hand, the illusion around him condensed into a pale white hazy rune. These runes seemed to have a great shock effect. Under the shock of this power, the awe-like evil spirit of the mountain and tsunami disappeared almost instantly, like an illusion.

"I'm not afraid of your anger, you roar, you want to kill, but I'm afraid you won't give a reaction. No matter what I say in the past three years, you won't give a response. Although the current response is violent, it is not unacceptable.

He spoke softly and smiled at the corners of his mouth. At this time, Zhu Peng was like a noble man who listened leisurely. In the free and easy, he had an unspeakable noble domineering.

"Talk? Reaction? What to talk about and what to react to. Talk about how you enslaved me, how I was angry, how I screamed, how I wanted to swallow you... Zhu Peng, how long do you want to seal my mother? Give me a happy word.

After a period of hazy change in the space in front of Zhu Peng, a beautiful woman's head gradually appeared. There was only a head, but there was nothing else. Although the beauty's cherry lips and snowy skin, and her neck was as slender as jade, it was like her inlaid on the wall. Her expression was vivid, but her words and eyes were extremely horrible. I'm afraid No one will feel its slight beauty.

"Lend me your strength and fight for me. Although I sealed you with the method of living sacrifice, I can rely on the Shura gourd and gradually grind you into the advanced nutrient of the Shura gourd, but after all, I can't fully display the fierce power of your nine-layer demon. If you are willing to accept my kindness, I, Zhu Peng, can guarantee that I will never let the Shura gourd devour your vitality. If there is a chance in the future, I will even lift the seal of the living sacrifice to you and return your freedom.

Standing in the illusory and unreal void, Zhu Peng slowly spit out such a verbal promise, but from that solemn tone, he could find out and feel that Zhu Peng was really honest.

It's just that it's so sincere, but only in exchange for a more fing inhuman roar, "Are you threatening me?" The soaring demonic spirit and fury almost formed a substantial hurricane in the illusory space, but in the spiritual weapon Shura, Zhu Peng's power was not all resisted by this demon. The purple soul flowed in his eyes, but at a glance, Zhu Peng not only mobilized the ban and suppressed the demonic hurricane, but also saw the hiding place of the big demon Bai Ling in Shura.

"Bai Ling, you are too unwise. You should know that I don't have much time to spend with you."

The secret of printing control, a large number of pale and hazy characters have once again emerged in the void of Zhu Peng's body. This is the power of the spiritual weapon Shura, but here, it can be used freely by Zhu Peng in the state of the soul.

With a push of both hands, the character was hit out. After a burst of broken glass, the illusory space in front of him changed again. But this time, Zhu Peng faced the forbidden demon white spirit.

The red blood was flowing, and several chains stretched out, pierced into the white muscles and bones, and even cracked the red flesh and blood. A beautiful girl with long black hair was bound by several gravel chains full of rune spells, but the binding method was a little cruel.

They run through the girl's limbs, tie up the girl's wrists, elbows and thighs, and even pass directly through the girl's kneecaps. As long as they move a little, it will pull out the red that occupies the drop. Such cruelty makes Zhu Peng, a pity for the jade, extremely distressed person, because what is bound is a whole body ** A beautiful girl, a beauty, should not be treated like this.

"Don't look at me with such disgusting eyes. If you really want pity, it's not your turn. Don't forget that you made me like this."