Look In the Mirror

  Chapter 350 Confrontation between good and evil

  嗡~

  A golden light appeared on the corpse of Monk Zhunye, only the size of a palm, and there were clusters of flames, in which there was a faint dragon hovering.

   Li Chen's eyes were fixed.

   It is the Leprosy Remnant Flame Cover!

  If his guess is correct, this magic weapon must be innate.

   With a sudden thought, he took the magic weapon into his pocket.

   Wait until the monk Zhunye asks about the method of the imperial envoy.

   "What a cruel demon monk!"

   "You actually killed Master Zhun Ye!"

  When Li Chen detonated it with Gui Yi Gangqi just now, most of the monks trembled and fainted, but at this time they just woke up again.

【no! The entrance to the Fish Scale House must be regained! 】

  【This demon monk casts such a spell, he must be out of energy! Don't miss this opportunity! 】

   Li Chen looked at the inner voice reflected in the mirror of interpretation.

   His eyes were full of disdain, and he swept across the faces of the monks.

   "Diancang Sect, Qinghong Villa, Nujiao Gang, Danxinmen, Luofenggu, Xuanyan Academy, Candle Dragon Temple!"

"very good!"

   "What a Southern Xinjiang Righteous Path Alliance!"

   "It's just a person who steals fame and deceives the world!"

   Just as he was about to make a move after speaking, an arrogant laugh suddenly came from the other side.

"well said!"

  All the visitors were wearing black robes to cover their faces, and when they came to the fish scale house, they separated automatically, and He Cangwu and Jing Congling walked out from the middle.

  All the demon cultivators laughed, and pointed at the group of righteous monks, mocking.

   "Hahaha~ It's you shameless~"

   "Obviously, I was greedy for the reward of the Blackstone Hunting Order, and wanted to seize the Fish Scale House, but you abruptly called it Nanjiang Killing Harm~"

   "It has to be a group of shameless hypocrites like you."

"Hahaha!"

  The Righteous Path Alliance was shocked.

   "Ghost Cult!"

   "Lieguang Pavilion! Broken Vein Mountain!"

   "Magic repair!"

   In terms of strength, when the orthodox monks are intact, they are also slightly inferior to the demon cultivators.

   What's more, all of them are injured at this time, how can they be the opponents of Nanjiang Moxiu?

  For a time, countless horror and panic came from the top of the mountain.

   "He Cangwu, your Ghost Cult really doesn't have any credibility!"

  But Hongtu of the Diancang Sect was not afraid, and suddenly more and more people came out, glaring.

  The Hong Fei that He Cangwu had killed in the Ten Thousand Bamboo Forest during the Xiangfei Valley Snatching Bamboo Shoots Competition was Hongtu's senior brother and one of the two heroes of Diancang.

  One is the number one in the righteous way, and the other is the number one in the evil way.

  The two have been fighting against each other for generations, but in the end, their eldest disciple was easily killed. This is a great shame for the Diancang Sect.

  Before entering the Mystic Realm of Wanhe this time, in order to prevent the re-emergence of the Shasheng Temple, the two parties also made a special agreement to let go of their prejudices and agree to the outside world.

  But now it is obvious that the Ghost Cult does not intend to do this.

   "huh~"

  Under the cloak, He Cangwu's face was so cold that it was frightening, his eyes were faintly filled with anger, the pupils gradually became a little bit, and he said angrily: "Trustworthy?"

   "Do you still dare to ask our ghosts to teach credit?"

   Just as he was talking, he reached out and took out a nail long as a **** from his bosom, a bruise was reflected in the bright moonlight.

   Obviously highly toxic.

  Ghost Crow on the shoulder turned his head to take care of his feathers, but Hongtu on the opposite side suddenly opened his eyes wide, and said in a voiceless voice: "Ecstasy nails?!"

   "Hiss~"

  A green snake suddenly emerged from Jing Congling's neck, baring a pair of fangs towards Hongtu.

   "You don't hide anything at all."

   "You still have the face to say credit to my ghost religion."

   "Let me ask you, is this ecstasy nail a unique hidden weapon of your Cang Cang sect!"

  Jing Congling's tone turned cold, his eyes fixed on Hongtu.

   Hongtu heard the words, but he still didn't understand what was going on, but a look of arrogance flashed across his face: "That's right! The ecstasy nail is indeed a unique hidden weapon of my Dian Cang sect."

   "Among the tenth generation, only my brother Hongchun has learned this technique."

   "How did you have this nail?!"

   "What are you doing to my senior brother!"

   Speaking of which, Hongtu clenched his fists tightly, burning with anger.

  Who knows that Jing Congling also raised eyebrows when he heard the words: "You still dare to ask me, and I will ask you again!"

   "My ghost teacher Wu Jianbai, the messenger of the ghost gate, died under this nail!"

   "You Dian Cang faction dare to beat back!"

   "Although my Ghost Cult acts arrogantly, compared with you group of hypocrites, shameless hypocrites, they are simply saints."

   "Shameless!"

   After speaking, he stroked the head of a spirit snake with his raised orchid fingers.

  The spirit snake seemed to be very useful, got out of the cloak, and directly wrapped around Jing Congling's shoulder.

  The snake hesitates to speak, as if it wants to choose someone to eat at any time.

"how is this possible!"

   "My brother, he...shouldn't...impossible!"

   Hongtu looked a bit unbelievable, but Jing Congling didn't intend to let him go so easily.

   "I think you are hard-boiled ducks."

   "This kind of insidious hidden weapon can only be used by you Cang Cang faction."

   "It's still a decent name, I'm bah!"

   After finishing speaking, Jing Congling really spit secretly at Hongtu.

   "No need to talk nonsense, take them all."

  He Cangwu's face was always full of frost, and with a wave of his hand, the monks of the magic way had already surrounded Hongtu and other righteous monks.

   At this moment, the sound of breaking waves suddenly came from the water on the top of the mountain.

   "Seven sons go to war! No grass will grow!"

   "The Seven Sons of Canglang are here, who dares to be presumptuous!"

   A long howl.

   Immediately afterwards, I heard the sound of turbulence on the big river formed by the convergence of thousands of streams.

  Everyone looked intently.

  I saw the seven sons of Canglang coming suddenly on the waves.

  The seven of them never took an unusual path from the moment they entered the secret realm.

  Others have agreed on the signal and assembled separately.

  But the seven of them made an agreement to use the characteristics of the stream from bottom to top and the mountain top to flow back, and go up the river.

   It's just that the Wandao stream is too tortuous, and the seven people have their own encounters on the road, so they didn't reach the top of the mountain until this time.

   "Brother! There seems to be a fight here just now."

"Pity!"

   "It's all the fault of the sixth child! You must go into the water to catch ghosts! Such a good opportunity to become famous in the world is just wasted!"

   "Old Six, you are the real Old Six!"

   "Brother, how can you rely on me? You should rely on Lao Qi."

   "Every time I was late, we were waiting for him, so I went into the water to catch the water ghost, and I didn't waste time."

   "That makes sense, where is Lao Qi? Where is it?"

   "Brother~ I was wrong, I fell asleep just now."

   "Asleep? Fucking asleep again?"

   "You fell asleep once during the bamboo shoot competition last time, and I fell asleep again this time?!"

   "Old Seven, I see, you are not far from losing us."

   "Brother, don't do it, there must be no one left in the team of seven."

   "Oh, I miss Lao Ba."

   "It would be great if Lao Ba could become a regular."

   "Brother, don't think about it, Lao Ba is now the son of the Buddha who kills life, and the golden scale is at the top of the list!"

   "So what?! Is my title of Canglang Seven Sons worthless?"

   "Hey, isn't that the old eight?"

"It really is!"

   "No, it's the Ghost Cult!"

   As soon as the words fell, the seven sons of Canglang each called out the Xiantian Ninggang.

  The seven breaths are practiced into one piece, which means immeasurable.

  For a while, even the big rivers that converged on the top of the mountain began to surge.

   In a blink of an eye, a huge wave flew into the sky and shot down everyone on the shore.

  PS: Monthly ticket, recommendation ticket, come to the bowl~

   The last two chapters have been changed~ I hope you will bear with me

  (end of this chapter)