Chapter 32 The Curse of the Demon

The huge explosion woke up the whole gorge, and some monks who thought they had the strength to ask about this came from afar.

At this time, Lin Aixin and her two uncles had just stepped out of the Nanxian Hall. They frowned and smelled the strong demonic spirit contained in the explosion. At this moment, they turned into two long rainbows and flew over Nanqing Mountain. Lin Aixin led a group of monks and chased after them away.

Luo Han also had a cold sweat on the top of his head. He couldn't stop breathing, and there was a sense of weakness all over his body. This is a phenomenon of excessive vitality consumption. He just tried his best to stimulate the power of fireball, but he didn't expect it to condense such a terrible thing. In terms of pure power, this blow just now is no longer weaker than the ordinary Yuanying monk. , and he himself is only the second step of the truth, and from the appearance, it is just the level of foundation.

Qi Hongwei, Xiaoyue, Tang Ruonan and other Liemen monks were sent to the valley nearly 10,000 meters away by Luo Han, and informed Li Feng to send someone to pick them up, because Luo Han felt some cold feeling swept over his body. Of course, with his strong consciousness, he understood that this was a high-level monk exploring the situation in Nanqing Mountain. I'm afraid it will come soon.

In the face of those strong senior monks, Luo Han was not sure that he could save everyone. He stood in the storm and conveyed a message to Luo Bing: "All the personnel are transferred to the lower level and be ready to leave."

The high-temperature fog gradually dispersed in the distance, and Wang Xiaohu's demonized body was exposed. It was a incomplete thing that expanded dozens of times, like a strange root carving suspended in the air. His abdomen was blown open, and the black ** ticked down from the wound, and every drop of ** was There was a sad roar in the air, and then it turned into a piece of stiff gray matter, and finally smashed to the ground.

"Ah...you are...what are you!" Suddenly, an old woman's roar came from her feet. Luo Han was surprised to find that Lin Xiulan was not dead. In this violent explosion that destroyed more than half of Nanqing Mountain, even Zhao Xinyan, the foundation-building monk, was blown into powder, and Lin Xiulan, the mortal body, was not dead.

A faint black aperture shrouded around Lin Xiulan. It was this thing that protected her. The black circle was obviously a demon's spell. It seemed that Wang Xiaohu also divided into some strength to protect his mother before his death.

Luo Han's murderous intention to Wang Xiaohu suddenly disappeared completely. He sighed and waved his hand: "Go away, I won't kill you."

The monster-like demon's remaining limbs made a strange sound in the sky and slowly drifted away to Lin Xiulan. Luo Han guessed that the strange sound was Wang Xiaohu's throat that had lost his vocal cords calling for his mother. After all, he was still a child and had never grown up.

"Son, are you my son?" Lin Xiulan actually heard the voice of the monster. She stretched out her hand tremblingly and reached out to the approaching demon.

Wang Xiaohu's body was still festering, and most of the more than a dozen arms around his body were broken. He tried to pick out a good palm and stretched out to Lin Xiulan's rough hands. One black and one yellow, two completely different fingers that were originally connected by flesh and blood were about to touch each other.

A red light suddenly shot from the north

"Sup-pop!" The red light bombarded Lin Xiulan's back and blew the old woman into blood mud in an instant. Then the red light mixed with the blood mud and pierced Wang Xiaohu's body fiercely. The red light suddenly rose, and the red arc of the thunder net quickly covered Wang Xiaohu's whole body, wrapping him and Lin Xiulan's flesh and blood together.

"Hahaha!" There was heroic laughter from the sky. A fat old man with white beard flew over the Nanqing Mountain. He looked at Wang Xiaohu's body happily and said, "The demon, I actually caught a demon. Now the materials for refining the nine-transformation elixir are all available, haha!"

A middle-aged man in a long coat with a snow-white dragon pattern suddenly appeared behind the fat old man: "Brother Xiong, I didn't expect that there were demons in such a place. You and I are worth it!"

"Brother Li, this demon is enough to refine several nine-transformation elixirs. At that time, you and my brothers will go to the realm of becoming gods, won't the country let us walk horizontally?" The monk surnamed Xiong laughed loudly and did not pay attention to the resentment and ugly eyes in Wang Xiaohu's strange body.

Luo Han's heart sank. Both of them were Yuanying monks, and they were also Yuanying late monks who were close to Huashen. I'm afraid it would be difficult to get out today.

Suddenly, Luo Han felt a burst of messages from Wang Xiaohu's consciousness. He turned his face and saw two black liquid eyes on Wang Xiaohu's rotten body looking at him, as if he had something to say.

Luo Han's consciousness moved quietly, avoided the detection of the two Yuanying monks, and stabbed into Wang Xiaohu's sea of knowledge: "Say, what are your last words?"

"Luo Han, you and I are the enemy of my life. I'm not as good as you. Even if I accidentally become a demon, I can fight against you. I admit it. I hope you can do me a favor at the last minute." Wang Xiaohu's consciousness came with a feeling of chagrin. Of course, Luo Han's experience certainly knew that what he said was the truth.

"Well, you killed countless disciples of my Liemen. I should have extracted your soul and refined your marrow. How dare you ask me for help?" Luo replied coldly.

"Oh, I'm trapped by anger. In fact, it was an alien monk who killed my father. Today, it was also an alien monk who killed my mother. I beg you to do me a favor and kill that fat old man and avenge my mother!"

"He is a monk Yuanying, and I'm not his opponent."

"I can hit him hard. If you agree, I will give you the seed of demons."

"Can you still hit the Yuanying monk to this extent? Besides, after your death, I won't compete with two Yuanying monks for any demon seeds. I can't help you with this favor."

What Luo Han said was very decisive. If he was a Yuanying monk, he could still consider fighting, but if there were two, he would never take the initiative to attack, but there was also a trace of uneasiness in his heart. The fat old man said that he was a monk in the middle courtyard, which reminded Luo Han of Lin Aixin's shadow. Although the nun was seriously injured, he fell into the South Fairy Hall. Among them, Luo Han did not see her die with his own eyes. Will these two high-level monks in the middle courtyard have anything to do with her?

Wang Xiaohu felt that Luo Han was really unwilling to take action. A surged with despair in his heart. He almost wanted to take action against Luo Han, but when he thought that he would still take advantage of his mother's murder enemy after Luo Han's serious injury, he couldn't help shouting sadly and angrily: "Luo Han, you hold grudges so much. Remember that I am also an earthman!"

Luo Han's heart was relieved and finally touched Wang Xiaohu's words.

At this time, the fat old man felt something wrong. He snorted coldly and his whole body was full of spiritual power. Luo Han, who was under great pressure, almost lost the ability to hang in the air. The fat old man flew out of his bag with two fiery golden rings, one to Wang Xiaohu and the other to Luo Han. Obviously, the bear monk did not let go of Lu Sanxiu. Habits.

Luo Han finally sighed and said to Wang Xiaohu, "Do it. If the time is ripe, I will try to leave his life!"

A rare trace of joy came from Wang Xiaohu's consciousness, and then interrupted the contact with Luo Han.

Luo Han fled quickly and wanted to avoid the golden circle above his head, but found that no matter where he flew, the golden circle was not slow to cover his head. At the same time, he felt a huge pressure coming, and his whole body seemed to be pressed into his body. Not only could he not use it, but there was a kind of pain that his body was about to rise and crack.

Luo Han secretly said that he was worthy of being a monk Yuanying. It was an irresistible spell to take action casually.

Wang Xiaohu did not move. He was trapped in a red grid and seemed to have no ability to resist at all.

"Haha, how many small miscellaneous fish still want to escape?" The monk surnamed Xiong laughed and said, "Jin Yan's circle of lifelessness can be regarded as the top magic weapon. You can die under my circle, which is also a positive result of cultivation, haha...ah!"

The laughter of the monk surnamed Xiong stopped abruptly. He suddenly screamed in pain, and his body swayed and almost fell from mid-air, with a bright red blood from the corners of his mouth.

Luo Han was surprised that what Wang Xiaohu said was actually true. At this point, he still had the ability to seriously injure the Yuanying monk. Taking advantage of the distraction of the monk surnamed Xiong, Luo Han recruited a giant statue to block the golden circle and fled to the distance.

The monk surnamed Li looked at his brother in disbelief and said in surprise, "Brother, what's wrong with you?"

"I don't know... Suddenly, the spiritual power reversed and exploded, and the meridians in my body were severely damaged, which was a bit like the counterattack of casting failure..."

"Hahaha!" Wang Xiaohu suddenly laughed in the air: "Fuck your ass! You alien beast, this is called the curse of demons, have you ever heard of it?

"The curse of demons?" The monk surnamed Li's face suddenly changed: "No, I do hear that high-level demons can issue an evil curse before dying, cursing a monk to die with him."

The monk surnamed Xiong turned pale: "That is to say, if that monster dies, I will die together?"

"Yes, I heard that once this curse is issued, there will be no solution!"

The two Yuanying monks don't know what to do. Although they are the top monks of the country, they have not really deal with demons. I don't know that demons have such almost rogue spells.

"Don't think about it. Don't you want my life? I'll give it to you!" Wang Xiaohu roared, and more than a dozen strange hands broke through the red power grid and stabbed into his body fiercely. His shapeless face actually showed a ferocious smile: "Hey, if you can be a demon once, you can pull a Yuanying monk's back before death. It's worth it!"

"Puff!" Wang Xiaohu pulled his hands outside and tore himself into pieces. The monk surnamed Xiong also screamed, and his body suddenly burst into a pile of fragments. A chubby Yuanying jumped out of his body and held a pile of gold circles and screamed tragically in mid-air.

In the valley 10,000 meters away, Tang Ruonan's ice suddenly shook and rushed into Tang Ruonan's eyebrows at a lightning speed. A black sickle trail gradually appeared at Tang Ruonan's white neck.

Luo Han recovered from the first song before Wang Xiaohu's death. He carefully evaluated the situation in front of him. Although the monk surnamed Xiong was severely damaged, he was not completely destroyed, and there was also a Li monk in the late Yuanying period. The level of these two people is by no means something he can compete with. If you want to kill two people, you can only avoid their sharpness first, and then find a way to sneak attack.

Just thinking of this, dozens of lights fell closer. Luo Han looked up and happened to see Lin Aixin's angry eyes.

Luo Han was not panicked or even surprised. He just shook his head with a wry smile, and then gradually straightened his body and coldly faced dozens of monks, large and small in the middle courtyard.