My uncle is Lin Zhengying

In the outside world, Bai Suzhen can still spy out one or two pieces of information based on the spatial fluctuations caused by his fight with the old Black Mountain demon.

He fell into the underworld, but for the time being, he had no choice but no energy to pay attention to the outside world.

If he knew what Bai Suzhen and Xiaoqing were thinking, he would definitely feel helpless.

I haven't kept my hand anymore, okay?

Although the divine sky thunder method is very powerful, I can't use it casually!

If one's cultivation level has not reached the level of a celestial master, if one casts the divine sky thunder method, both the mana and the Yin god will be exhausted, and one will become a soft-legged shrimp who can't even stand upright.

Just in case, it was impossible for Zhang Jing to use this trick before reaching a desperate situation.

Moreover.

Now under the bombardment of the Yin-Yang Five Thunder Curse, the Black Mountain old demon has been beaten to the point of running around, screaming, and completely suppressed.

In Zhang Jing's view, it was only a matter of time before the Black Mountain old demon was hacked to death by himself.

There is no need to take risks to cast the divine thunder method.

"Thunder! Damn Thunder!"

"My head!"

The Montenegro old demon kept howling in pain, it was similar to Yan Chixia and the female ghost Xiao Zhuo at the moment, except for being angry and painful, it was also completely bewildered.

It never thought that when the Dryad summoned it, it would face such a terrifying Thunder Dao master.

Such power has surpassed the boundaries of spells and reached the level of the original rules. Even it is constantly being destroyed to wear down the original power.

If it had known earlier, it would have ignored the tree demon at all, and it was impossible to come!

Now it wants to escape, but it can't escape, because Zhang Jing's thunderbolts are like maggots eating away at the bones, wrapping around it one after another, making it impossible for it to escape and return to the underworld.

"What a hard turtle shell!"

Zhang Jing was secretly amazed.

Although the Black Mountain old demon was pressed and beaten by him, it was almost equivalent to rubbing against the ground, and it looked like it would explode in a thunderbolt at any moment, but it would not be the next moment.

but.

Zhang Jing had cast out more than a dozen Yin-Yang and Five-Thunder Curses, but the Black Mountain old demon was still roaring and struggling.

This is the difference between the Montenegrin old demon and ordinary monsters.

As a mountain spirit, its defense is almost invincible at the same level.

Even the Millennium Flying Zombie and Bronze Armored Corpse, which claim to be invulnerable, are weak compared to it.

Moreover, its attainments in the power of the earth are also very deep.

Every time Zhang Jing casts the Yin-Yang Five-Thunder Curse, it can use the earth to transfer and offset part of it. This is the main reason why it can last for so long without exploding.

However, the black mountain old demon has a strong defense, so his speed is naturally slow.

While being pressed and rubbed on the ground by Zhang Jing, the Montenegro old demon did not think of resisting.

Occasionally, it would trample around with its body tens of meters high, forcefully controlling meteorites and Yinfeng, trying to kill Zhang Jing.

But its original clumsy actions were now wrapped by Yin-Yang Thunder, its energy was greatly restrained, and its attack power was naturally greatly reduced. Even Yan Qingfeng and Yan Chixia could easily defuse it, let alone Zhang Jing.

There were dozens of Yin-Yang and Five-Thunder Curses cast down, and the entire space was almost filled with lightning.

Although the female ghost Xiao Zhuo was not in Zhang Jing's attack target, there was too much thunder around her, which already made her soul struggle. Her face was pale, her forehead was covered with cold sweat, and she was shivering in the arms of the little monk Shifang.

As the saying goes: when gods fight, little ghosts suffer.

Seeing this, the little monk Shifang was very anxious, but there was nothing he could do.

Fortunately, at this time, the Montenegrin old demon finally reached the end of his battle.

No matter how strong its defense is and how profound its earthly power is, its original power cannot bear to be exhausted.

Every thunderbolt that falls will not only cause huge damage to its body, but also consume its original power. After all, this is the Yin-Yang Five Thunder Curse that incorporates a trace of divine thunder.

"No! No! No!"

Sometimes the stone giant roared up to the sky, and sometimes waved its fists in the air randomly, hammering its own chest.

But all to no avail.

After another purple and black thunder struck on its head, it was unable to maintain it any longer, and with a 'boom', its head exploded directly.

Without its head, its tens of meters tall giant body was like a firecracker with its fuse lit. It exploded rapidly and turned into a pile of rotten stones in the blink of an eye.

And the surrounding Yin Qi is also rapidly dissipating, and the divided space is quickly restored.

The strange 'shuttle feeling' came again, but it was no longer entering the underworld, Zhang Jing and others were 'returning to the sun'!

"That's it?"

"The Black Mountain old demon... was killed just like that?"

Yan Chixia held her giant sword in disbelief for a moment, feeling unreal as if in a dream.

The gods stopped fighting, and the female ghost Xiao Zhuo was finally able to stand up from the arms of the little monk Shifang, her eyes full of confusion.

It made these little devils shudder at the mention of his name. Even the grandfather of Heishan, who had to be respectful, just disappeared like this?

They slowly came back to their senses, and looked at Zhang Jing.

At this moment, a thought appeared in my mind: this Daoist Zhang, what kind of god came down to earth?

Thor from the North?

But they didn't realize that Zhang Jing, who had killed the old Heishan demon, was looking around cautiously with his face turning ugly rapidly, with anger in his eyes.

"No! No, no!"

A moment later, Zhang Jing shook his head, gathered thunder with both hands, and slashed towards the stone pestle behind the old Black Mountain demon.

Countless stones were chopped into powder and scattered in the air, other than that, there was no abnormal phenomenon.

As an acquaintance and friend, Yan Qingfeng hurriedly stepped forward and asked, "Zhang Daoyou, what's wrong? What's wrong?"

Zhang Jing said in a deep voice: "The old black mountain demon...I'm afraid he's not dead!"