When he heard his words, "Bah," he said, "You bald butt, you shameless thing, take advantage of human dangers." He then said to Zhang Yang: "Mr. Zhang Yang, don't listen to the monk's encouragement. The old demon has never done anything like that to hurt mortals."

Zhang Yang-Shou said: "You old devil, go away!" This time I don't want to hurt you anymore."

"Thank you, Mr. Li. The devil is ready to leave." The old devil facing the sky was about to leave, playing magic, and the phantom black wind was halfway.

"Amitabha, God is to heaven, please stay." A faint sign of the Buddha came, listening to the old demon's ears, but the particularly harsh ears, but also interrupting his casting. Looking back at the past, he saw that the old bald donkey was covered in golden light, forming a golden body rule.

He said, "What do you mean, an old bald donkey?"

Qingzhu looked at Zhang Yang and said slowly: "Since Young Master Li is unwilling to accept this evil deed, let me piece it together!"

Zhang Yang looked at the old demon slightly towards the sky and said, "If the master is determined to accept this Liao, this method will not interfere." There has always been a principle, that is, language, and they will never do the wrong thing. "Suddenly, Zhang Yang pinched his fingers, and the flashing sword light had already jumped onto the sword's body, and the imperial sword cut through the sky."

"Take care, gentlemen." A sound of dying came from the air, which was also Zhang Yang's voice. Zhang Yang's figure disappeared again.

The moon is gloomy and hazy, and the long night is about to pass. Until dawn, but not for a moment.

Looking up, the moon seemed to have two dark shadows, but it was slowly obscured by the thick fog.

There seems to be death in the thick fog.

The innocent bamboo has a golden body, shining brightly, with Buddha's horns on its mouth. The body is like a Bodhi tree and the heart is like a mirror. It is often wiped away without getting dusty. Suddenly the bamboo roars and the air becomes chaotic.

At this moment, the old demon in the sky felt extremely painful and vomited a mouthful of blood and a trembling voice; "Old bald donkey, you...!"... Your Buddha, the roar of the lion, has been trained to this level."

At this time, the old demon will return to normal, but his heart still has some palpitations. The pure gold body suddenly disappeared, and he closed his eyes and said, "The donor to the sky will not be seen for a hundred years, and he will be safe and sound."

Looking at the sky, the old evil eyes showed fierce light, and the red pattern on his face turned black, which was even more terrifying. He said: "Are you no match for me? If you weren't fighting with Chang Li today?"

Qingzhulu; "I will never let go of such an opportunity today." It will definitely destroy you, the evil one, in exchange for a century of revenge."

The old demon looked up at the sky, smiled wildly, pointing to the Qingzhu trail, "Although you left home, you have not forgotten the resentment from a hundred years ago. It turned out to be a monk of six,"

Innocent Bamboo's eyes were filled with tears and said, "Although I had no job, I was forced to do this from the beginning." Today, I need to avenge the stone."

Suddenly, Qingzhu formed a printing method, printed a beam of golden light, poured into the sky, and fought against the old demon king.

Against the backdrop of the sky, the ancient demon's sleeves shaking, and a huge black wind rushed into the sky.

When the golden light and the black wind come into contact, time is like stillness!

However, the old fairy with tears in the sky laughed and cried, saying, "Old bald donkey, today I solved the grudges of that hundred years!" But from my perspective, you can't beat me, the old bald one."
Chapter completed!