"Roar!"

Jin Maohuan opened his mouth and roared, and the air waves rolled, shattering a poisonous rain.

The atomized poison drifted aside in the wind, but more poisonous rain followed.

The compassionate monk grabbed the golden retriever's mane, made seals with his hands, and once again showed his dog form.

The void opened a big mouth and swallowed Zhong Sheng, Li Qingfeng, the ape and the little donkey all in.

The poisonous rain fell to the ground, but it was empty, melting the ground until it continued to sink.

Zhong Sheng knew that although the trick of pitying the monk was useful, it would not last long.

I used it twice before, but it ended after just a few breaths.

A thousand-headed naga still has hundreds of snake heads, and the venom is endless, falling violently.

Even if you can be protected for a while, you can't last until the snake's venom is exhausted.

"Mr. Zhong, go out later and I will think of a way to use the sound of thunder to shatter the giant snake's venom sac."

Once the poison sac is broken, it is equivalent to cutting off the source of the poison, which is a way.

Zhong Sheng nodded, "I'll help you cover it."

Warm currents surge in the middle Dantian and merge into the small pills, increasing them to the size of a fist.

Such a scale is enough to support his ultimate move.

"Fellow Daoist Li, Master Zhong, are going out."

The voice of the compassionate monk sounded above the head.

Brush!

Light appeared in front of my eyes, and there was the sound of rain all around, and the rustling fell to the ground and gnawed at the soil.

Zhong Sheng pulled out the ancient sword, and the warm current gathered at the tip of the sword, "Fire umbrella rises!"

The flames roared and spread, and a blazing umbrella cover immediately opened above the three people's heads.

The venom fell on the umbrella cover, was burned by the flames, evaporated before it penetrated, and disappeared without a trace.

This fire umbrella is really useful and successfully blocked the poisonous rain.

Li Qingfeng held the compass in one hand to measure the area where the poison sac was located, and held the lightning striker in the other hand, brewing thunder.

Monk Min was not idle either, caressing the golden fur's mane and making seals.

There was another earth-shattering bark.

The snake heads all around were glaring at them, and their eyes were confused due to the shock. After shaking a few times, they regained consciousness.

Although a few rain curtains were blown away, more venom was added in, making it airtight.

Gududu!

The thunder accumulated on the lightning strikes made the sound of boiling water and was as sticky as porridge.

Qingfeng Li's fingertips were smoking, and he pointed in a certain direction, and the wildly rotating compass needle stopped.

A large swath of thunder surged wildly, turning into a torrent and washing over, leaving the area covered by the fire umbrella.

Several smugglers tried to stop them, but were washed away by the thunderous torrent.

Flying a hundred steps away, the thunder suddenly stopped, gathered into a sharp cone beam, and plunged straight into the mountain of flesh.

The sound of explosions was heard.

Because it was a thunder explosion inside the body, the movement was a bit dull.

A certain area of ​​the snake's body suddenly bulged outwards, almost to the point of splitting, but gradually subsided and shriveled up again.

Boom!

The heads of the snakes sticking up high in the sky seemed to have lost all their strength in an instant, and they fell to the ground one after another, creating countless large craters. Even snakes that could not dodge were affected and were directly smashed into meat paste.

The snake head fell on the ground, venom oozed from its mouth and nose, and it was actually poisoned to death by the broken venom sac.

It’s done.

The poisonous rain above my head gradually became sparse, and after a few breaths, it actually stopped.

Qianshou Naga finally died of his own poison, without a head.

The air is still filled with the mist formed by the poison, and when it falls on the grass blades, it makes a sizzling and melting sound.

"Hoo!"

Zhong Sheng dispersed the fire umbrella, held the flame stream in his mouth, and sprayed it out twenty steps away.

Under the burning fire, the remaining venom was burned away.

"Kill me, Naga Dragon King, and the three of you will be eaten by thousands of snakes and die."

Suddenly, a slender little snake among the snakes fell to the ground and twisted in pain.

A large bulge protrudes from the abdomen and rolls upward against the snake's esophagus, eventually opening the snake's head and lower jaw.

The little snake opened its mouth, tore its mouth open, and barely spit out something, which turned into light and flew into the sky.

A mirror light fell from the sky, revealing the face of the girl holding the mirror.

Her black hair hangs down like a waterfall, revealing half of her snow-white and delicate face, with a cold expression.

"Snake mirror."

The real body of the girl holding the mirror has not yet arrived, but her magic weapon, the snake mirror, has arrived.

This object is the legendary treasure that was born when the snake girl held the mirror, hence the name of the witch.

A bolt of thunder struck the mirror, shaking it twice in the air.

It turns out that he and Qingfeng Li didn’t talk nonsense and just blasted her with lightning.

But I saw that the light on the mirror was like running water, scattered in pieces, then gathered together again, and returned to the appearance of the girl holding the mirror.

"It turns out that it was the three of you who were against Princess Jialuo."

The girl holding the mirror laughed dumbly, "You little fools who accidentally bumped into each other are seeking your own death."

"You are really unlucky."

Although she has broken a thousand naga, she has already seen the appearance of Zhong Sheng and the others.

Zhong Sheng looked at the snake mirror and found that even thunder could not move it. It was obviously blessed by witchcraft.

He looked at the ancient sword. At the critical moment, the sword still had to speak.

The warm current comes out of Dantian and flows into the ancient sword, and its sharp edge suddenly appears.

Zhong Sheng stepped forward quickly, as fast as a moth, and slashed out with his sword, passing half of Snake Mirror's waist.

The girl holding the mirror wanted to say something else, but her expression suddenly changed.

It turned out to be the sharp edge of an ancient sword, which cut through the surface of the mirror. The light was like flowing water and could not be bridged, showing a tendency of splitting.

There was a muffled sound.

The girl holding the mirror in the mirror has a scar on her white porcelain face, apparently scratched by an ancient sword.

Her eyes were filled with horror. She could be hurt even through the snake mirror. What is this guy's background?

A whistle sounded, coming from the mirror.

The girl holding the mirror gave orders, and the defeated remnants of the snake group immediately began to organize and launch a wave of attacks on the three of them.

Zhong Sheng shook his wrist and brushed it a few times, and the snake's fangs fell down like raindrops, making a muffled sound on the ground.

The golden-haired turtle was strolling in the courtyard, lifting up the melon seeds and dropping them, then pushed the snake's head down and trampled it to death.

This wave of attacks is harassment at best.

In the snake mirror, the girl holding the mirror looked at the three of them coldly, "I have already remembered your appearance and characteristics."

"From now on, unless you die, you will never be able to escape from the pursuit of Princess Jialuo."

She turned sideways and seemed to say to someone, "Messenger, do you want to kill the monk?"

From a place where the mirror cannot shine, a sound of the Buddha's chant came.

"Namo Lord Maitreya Buddha."

"All living beings are equal, let's kill them all!"

When Monk Ming heard the beginning of the Buddha's name, his body began to tremble violently as if struck by lightning.

He chased the girl holding the mirror and asked, "Are there any Maitreya believers around you?"

But the girl holding the mirror achieved her goal and obviously didn't want to talk to him anymore. With a touch of the mirror, all reflections disappeared without a trace.

The snake mirror buzzed and vibrated, rose into the sky, turned into a meteor, and disappeared at the end of the sky.

"Fellow Daoist Li, Mr. Zhong Lang, and the young monk are here to ask for help. Please help me."

Monk Ming bowed respectfully to the two of them, his attitude was extremely serious.

No need to ask more, it must be related to the Buddha's name coming from the mirror.

Zhong Sheng was deep in thought when he saw Qingfeng Li opening his mouth to him without making a sound. He was making lip-reading gestures and seemed to be saying three words...Black Maitreya.

Black Maitreya, which real Buddha is this?
Chapter completed!