Chapter 285 Catschuan shen

The fragments of the sky fell down.

one after another, like a rainstorm.

Every piece of landing is blowing up dust all over the sky and countless demons.

The wild demon army was blown into a swarm of bees by the broken sky, running away and hiding.

Yong Bowen's position was not avoided. Two fragments fell into the position, blowing up the newly built position. More than a dozen combat puppets were thrown high like dolls, flying hundreds of meters away and falling into the chaotic group of demons.

The demons rushed to the combat puppet crazily, attacked by all means, dragged out the evil spirits hiding in it, and tore the solid battle puppet shell into pieces.

Another fragment fell directly on the head of a combat puppet, which smashed the combat puppet on the spot. The fragments flew out and knocked down a circle of combat puppets and demons in the distance.

Yong Bowen steadily released batches of combat puppets.

The huge chaos caused by the fragments of the sky gave him a good opportunity. It is difficult for the chaotic demons to form an effective attack formation.

The threatening blue giant was also scared by the falling broken fragments of the sky. He squatted in place, hugged his head, and his back was filled with cold. He froze a thick layer of ice crystals, and actually wrapped himself in the ice.

There were fragments of the sky falling on his back, banging, and the broken ice flew around, but it failed to hurt him.

The fall of the sky debris lasted for more than ten minutes before stopping.

The plain was blown into the surface of the moon, full of large and small pits.

I don't know how many demons have died and injured. The ground is in a mess, the corpses are like mountains, and the blood flows into rivers.

On the peak in the distance, a large shadow suddenly flew, as if a swarm of bees came out of the nest and flew towards the plain.

Closer, closer.

It can be clearly seen that they were monks stepping on flying discs, with red robes and yellow robes, carrying wheel, wearing armor-like monk hats, landing under the plain, chanting spells, driving demons and gathering a whole team.

Another huge spacecraft came from the air. The ship was in the form of an old-fashioned sea sailboat, with five-color sails, huge and unparalleled, like a small city moving in the air.

Countless monks and soldiers with sharp weapons can be seen on guard on the edge of the ship.

The melodious Sanskrit singing vaguely floated out of the boat, and there was a white lotus with a strange fragrance falling. It was like rain like snow. All the demons everywhere they passed were bowing to the ground and did not dare to move a little.

Yong Bowen has put more than 10,000 combat puppets, and the black pressure is all over the world. In order to clear the array of positions, he has to take the initiative to attack the demons around him to clear the array of venues.

Under the gathering of the flying monks, the demons also gathered into a formation, forming a clear battle with Yong Bowen.

The huge blue blue that froze himself into ice was right in the middle of the two armies' array. The Sanskrit sang came, and he couldn't help shaking, cracking the ice all over his body. He straightened up, looked left and right, roared low, took a big step, and turned back to the camp.

Yong Bowen and Ai Liyun held hands and nervously watched the approaching giant ship.

Although I don't know what the fate ahead is, I firmly give confidence to the other party with the warmth of my hands.

Suddenly, there was a faint sound, as if the thick cloth was torn, and the voice sounded behind them.

That is the location of the original transmission portal.

A small faint green light flashed and expanded into a round hole.

The black dexterous figure drilled out of the round hole and fell on the feet of the two people.

The cotton that came from thousands of miles raised its head and meowed to the two of them, full of pride and pride.

"Cotton, how did you get here?"

Yong Bowen was surprised.

Although he has been looking forward to the arrival of reinforcements, this advance is a little too rare. The key question is, in the demon war, you cat doesn't stay at home honestly, what kind of fun is it?

The cotton jumped on Yong Bowen's shoulder and shook his head vigorously. As he shook, he meowed eagerly and patted his forehead from time to time.

Yong Bowen was dizzy. He quickly grabbed the claws of cotton and said, "Cotton, what are you doing? Don't shake it. I'm doing business. I don't see so many demons on the opposite side. It's going to be a war. If you have something to say, say it quickly.

When the cotton heard the last sentence, he couldn't help rolling his big white eyes, covered his head, meowed twice in pain, and looked at him with contemptuously with a "deserved" look.

Yong Da Tianshi, who was despised by Mianhua, only looked good and asked Ai Liyun for help: "Sister Xiaoyun, do you understand what cotton means?"

Cotton looked at Ailiyun looking forward to it.

Ai Liyun looked at the cotton seriously, suddenly grabbed the front paw of the cotton, and said excitedly, "I understand, cotton, you want to say that you want to live and die with the two of us. The three of us have been together for so many years, and we will die together, right? Cotton, I'm really touched, but you're too stupid. You've come thousands of miles to die. Although it's a bit shocking, you're just a cat. You don't have to be so noble..."

The cotton stammered and almost fell off Yong Bowen's shoulder.

Lord Cotton was angry. His beard was raised high, his eyes were round, and his nose spewed out two strands of rough air. Suddenly, he stood up. He had two front paws, one on his head, and the other on Yong Bowen's head. He shouted twice, then fell to the side, jumped up, and looked at him vividly. The demon opposite waved his claws and meowed.

Such a complex and fierce action is really more difficult for an old black cat like cotton. After dancing like this, it sat back on Yong Bowen's shoulder and turned its head weakly to look at Yong Bowen and Ai Liyun.

"I think I understand a little." Yong Bowen tentatively guessed, "It wants me to take something out of its head and put it in my head, and then I can kill all directions and destroy the demons on the opposite side, not to say at all?"

"This seems to be what it means." Ai Liyun gently tapped the head of cotton, "What can move around, and it can immediately become stronger... unless it is..."

"Hang magic!" Yong Bowen blurted out!

The art of the Tibetan god, one of the skills of Taiping Road, was held by Yong Hansheng during the Hundred Years' War to fight against the masters of the world. He was invincible, and he fought for the rest of his life!

Cotton was the carrier of Tibetan magic in those years, following Yong Hansheng to fight around the world.

Now at the critical moment of life and death, loyal cotton has come thousands of miles away to fight side by side with Yong Hansheng's grandson.

Yong Bowen once studied Tibetan magic, but it has never been useful, and there is not much practice, and he almost forgets it.

"However, there is no spare consciousness hidden in cotton!" Ai Liyun frowned and said, "There is a hidden magic, no divine consciousness can be exchanged, and it is useless."

"No, Sister Xiaoyun, you're wrong."

Yong Bowen slowly shook his head: "There are still two divine consciousnesses on cotton, which have always been, and have never been used!"