Everyone is a demon, why are you covered in holy light?

Yang Yu didn't know what to say.

Asking him to kill a real person in the Fu Shi Realm would be tantamount to hitting an egg against a rock. It was no different from seeking death.

If so, he would rather resist and die with dignity.

Seeing the reactions of Master Mu Zhen and Yang Yu, He Tou suddenly let out a mocking laugh.

Fortunately, old man Minghe spoke up to stop its nonsense.

He looked at the frightened Master Mu and said calmly:

"I don't need you, just the boys under you."

Master Mu Zhen immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

"I can call as many boys as your senior wants. They are just some of my flesh slaves. Are ten enough?"

In her eyes, the armyworm boys were just useless cauldrons that had been sucked dry by her, so naturally she didn't care.

Ten?

Yang Yu's eyelids suddenly twitched.

Is this the plan for him to kill ten armyworm boys before he can be accepted as a disciple by the old man Minghe?

What did he use to kill?

Just rely on the lighting method?

Yang Yu always thought that he could kill the demon by lighting the lamp, and that the dirty Taoist priest Kong Shuai was just a fluke.

Once you go head-to-head with these guys, you absolutely cannot achieve the same results.

Although he didn't know the strength of these armyworm boys, he would definitely not be able to withstand ten of them at once.

Yang Yu could only look at Old Man Minghe eagerly, hoping that he would be more relaxed and relaxed.

But what he didn't expect was that the old guy's words were even more shocking.

"Ten? Not enough! Fifty!"

At the end, old man Minghe added in an understatement.

"And it has to be at least a fake food realm."

"..."

Yang Gu finally figured it out.

The two heads on the shoulders of the old man Minghe are not good things, despite the kind-faced look on the old man's head.

One asked him to kill his mother, Zhenren.

One asked him to kill fifty armyworm boys who were at least in the fake food realm.

It was as if he had become Old Man Minghe's plaything and was being manipulated at will.

The mother-in-law on the side didn't mind the excitement, and couldn't help laughing like a trembling flower.

Hetou rolled his eyes at Old Man Minghe in great disappointment: "It's boring!"

Yang Yu still mustered up the courage to look at the old man Minghe.

He must resist, otherwise he has already thought about what his death will be like.

"Senior! Fifty is too many! I think..."

But before he finished speaking, a huge ferocious crane head jumped in front of him almost instantly, looking at him with a pair of evil eyes.

"Little guy, do you think this is business and you can bargain?"

"Go! Or die!"

Gulu!

Yang Yu swallowed. At this moment, he seemed to intuitively feel a sense of suffocation on the verge of death, and could not refute it.

Hetou smiled coldly, then shrank back, telling Old Man He to remain indifferent.

On the side, Master Mu Zhen still clapped her hands as if watching a play.

Bang bang!

For just a moment, Yang Yu was shrouded in endless darkness again, but soon dozens of armyworm children began to appear around him.

These disgusting guys are like puppets that are manipulated at will. They stand dullly opposite Yang Eucalyptus. They will all come towards Yang Eucalyptus just after an order is given.

Yang Yu felt the tremendous pressure and could only grit his teeth.

Fight!

Before these sticky worm boys made any move, he took the lead in releasing the Buddha's light from his own body.

A round circle of light appeared behind Yang Gu's head, emitting strong white light, holy and solemn.

At the same time, he pressed the newly dried wound on his right hand with his left hand and pulled it down hard. The wound was torn open again. A sharp pain came from his hand, and blood suddenly poured out.

Buzz!

A fireball the size of a human head suddenly appeared from Yang Yu's right hand, growing wildly.

White light and red firelight intertwined and overlapped, reflecting the distance within a few meters of Yang Gu's body.

Whether it is the light of the dead Buddha or the light of the lamp-lighting method, they both have a common effect, which is to make evil spirits avoid it, or at least not dare to get close to it.

The closer you are to him, the greater the damage you will receive.

But Yang Yu didn't want to sit still and wait for death. He saw the opportunity. When dozens of armyworm boys all started to move, he chose one of them as the target and rushed over.

In this battle, his blood alone is not enough.

He must use the blood of these monsters to maybe create a glimmer of hope.

At this moment, Yang Yu couldn't notice that behind him, three pairs of eyes were watching his every move in the darkness.

"Is this Buddha's light? How can a mortal condense the Buddha's light? Could it be the reincarnation of a certain Buddhist cultivator?"

"There is a dirty atmosphere in this Buddha's light. It is not pure. It should be condensed with the help of external objects."

Hetou looked at the halo behind Yang Yu's head, feeling a little puzzled. He stretched his neck to take a closer look.

On the contrary, Old Man Minghe saw the clues after just one glance.

Master Mu Zhen was waiting aside, seeming to have thought of something.

"I heard that the old monk in the White Buddha Temple hundreds of miles away is trying to create a holy Buddha. Maybe it has something to do with this."

"White Buddha Temple? I've never heard of it. Where did this wild temple come from?"

Crane Head said with great disdain.

"Behind the White Buddha Temple, there may be Dade Temple!"

"Dadeji Temple? Haha."

Hearing this name, Hetou immediately sneered.

While the three of them were communicating, Yang Yu had successfully rushed to an armyworm boy. He took out the knife from his waist with his left hand and raised the knife with his hand, but the result was beyond his expectation.

This body composed of countless disgusting armyworms did not shed a trace of blood after being sliced ​​open by a knife. Instead, more mucus oozed out from the surface of the sliced ​​armyworms.

Yang Yu took the opportunity to press the flame on his right hand, but was unable to ignite it. Instead, the mucus stained his hand and made a hissing sound.

There was a burning sensation in his hand, and he quickly retracted his hand. The mucus was immediately burned into a few wisps of white smoke by the high temperature.

It's not blood and can't be ignited!

Yang Yu's heart suddenly thumped, she screamed inwardly, and then quickly backed away.

There were already many armyworm boys around him attacking him. They were very fast, with countless mucus splashing in the air, and they had already rushed in front of Yang Yu in the blink of an eye.

In comparison, Yang Gu's speed was not very fast, and he was knocked down by an armyworm boy in no time.

Countless mouthparts suddenly appeared on the countless armyworms whose heads and tails could not be seen clearly, and began to gnaw at his body crazily.

If these armyworm boys could be ignited, Eucalyptus poplar could still have a chance of survival, but the result just now was like being poured a basin of cold water on them. These armyworm boys could not be ignited by the lighting method at all.

The other armyworm boys that followed also rushed forward and submerged the poplar in the blink of an eye.

Yang Yu immediately felt the pain coming from all parts of his body, as if countless saws were tearing apart his flesh and blood crazily.

In just a moment, he intuitively felt the loss of life in his body. Countless bloody mouths had been torn out by his mouthparts, and moist and warm blood was gushing out.

If he doesn't take a few breaths like this, he will definitely die!

"Go to hell!"

Yang Yu suddenly became angry, gritted his teeth, struggled to free his right hand and then pressed it on his chest.

Since he can't ignite these things, he will ignite himself. At worst, the blood will dry up and we will die together!

Buzz!

The next moment, a burst of fire suddenly appeared in the darkness, illuminating all directions.

Countless armyworm boys who came and squeezed together were immediately swallowed up by the sudden expansion of flames. As a result, they didn't even scream, and were instantly melted into ashes.

In the darkness, Old Man Minghe's old face was illuminated by the firelight, but a genuine smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"That's right! This is how the lighting method should be used!"