The master comes down the mountain: I don’t want to be a son-in-law

"Rakshasa woman?"

Ma Shan felt like he had heard this name somewhere, but he couldn't remember where. Maybe he had seen it in a movie or on TV.

The old woman laughed, and the wrinkles on her face moved like worms. "Since you know me, why don't you surrender? I heard that Fatima has left Southeast Asia, and Malaysia has a new goddess. That new goddess is you, right? Then I guess you also have the goddess's order? Hand over the goddess's order, and I will let you go."

Ma Shan burst out laughing: "Wife, is this person crazy? She wants us to surrender!"

Chanali snorted coldly: "Humph, you Rakshasa clan have become the running dogs of Brahmanism. Why, have you forgotten how your clan leader Ravana died in Nanyang?"

The Rakshasa woman's face changed drastically, revealing a fierce look, and she said in a hateful voice: "Do you think that you can hurt our king, Ravana, with Fatima? If it weren't for that sword fairy, how could the Rakshasa king die in Nanyang? Humph, do you think I will be afraid of you if you bring up that person? As far as I know, that person has already left, leaving your poor master to miss her forever in Nanyang!"

Chanali was furious: "You dare to slander my master, you are seeking death!"

He stretched out his hand and used the same move as before, his five fingers transformed into a thousand-year-old withered vine and grabbed out.

This time the Rakshasa woman was well prepared. She sneered, crossed her hands in front of her chest, formed a seal, and muttered something.

Two dark shadows appeared behind her and flashed in front of her.

But they turned out to be two yakshas, ​​one tall and one short.

The tall one was over three meters tall, like a sturdy tree, with a green face and fangs, and the muscles on its body were as gnarled and ugly as tree bark. It held a fork in its hand, and it poked forward and rolled it, and then it rolled the thousand-year-old withered vine around the fork, making it into a ball.

The other short Yaksha looked like a three-year-old child, with dark blue skin that glowed green, but his eyes were wide open. He bent his legs, jumped very high, and pounced at Chanali like an arrow.

One of Chanali's hands was entangled by Gao Yasha, so she used her other hand to transform into a thousand-year-old dry vine and greet the little Yasha who was rushing towards her.

But the little demon was very agile. As soon as its body touched the dead vine, it bounced away and changed direction to pounce again.

The withered vines transformed from Chanali's fingers were also flipping in the air, and the five withered vines were intercepting and attacking at the same time.

The little Yaksha kept jumping around in the air, vines flying, and it was difficult to tell who was winning.

The tall yaksha kept stirring the fork in his hand, trying to cut the dead vines that were entangled on it.

Seeing that the dead vine had curled to the limit, Yaksha's eyes showed a fierce light of victory. Chanali suddenly shook her arm, and the entangled dead vine suddenly loosened. The fork in Yaksha's hand spun rapidly, and Yaksha lost his grip and the fork flew into the sky.

The dead vine danced again, stretched up into the sky, rolled the fork back, and fell into Chanali's hands.

Chanali swung her hand and threw the fork, which flew towards the short Yaksha.

The dwarf Yaksha had not expected this move, and it seemed to have no defense against its companion's weapon. With a "puff", the fork pierced its chest.

The tall Yaksha let out a wail and was about to rescue the short Yaksha, but at this moment, ten dry vines attacked it from the front and back, wrapping it up and tying it up tightly.

The vines pulled to both sides, tearing the Yaksha's body apart, and some green liquid spilled from the air, falling into the cracks on the ground like raindrops.

The Rakshasa woman obviously did not expect that the two Yakshas would be killed in such a short time.

As she was horrified, she kept changing her hand seals and chanting spells. Many black shadows flashed in the void around her. One Yaksha after another appeared out of thin air, some tall, some short, some fat, some thin, some holding forks, some holding knives, some waving their long nails, and some showing their sharp fangs.

This kind of horrific scene had only been seen in movies. The people at the scene had all collapsed to the ground with weak legs. The few who did not fall down were trembling with fear.

More than ten Yakshas pounced at the same time.

Ma Shan glanced at Chanali and resisted the urge to attack.

He knows that his wife now is no longer the same wife he had back then.

In order to please the Black Wood God, Mandan wanted to offer Chanali to the demon god. In order to preserve her chastity, Chanali activated the heartless poison, causing her whole body to rot and die.

Later, Li Muchen used a rib of Ma Shan to rebuild Chanali's body, and borrowed the power of Qingmuqi's reproduction to bring Chanali back to life.

Since then, Chanali has been reborn. Her body is as tough as Mashan's, and her blood contains the power of growth of all trees.

This can be integrated with the heritage of Fatima's jungle witch lineage.

The power of the jungle witches comes from the jungle, and essentially from the earth. As long as the earth is not dry, they can obtain endless power.

The reborn Chanali is closer to the source of this power than Fatima, so her body can turn into a tree and her fingers can turn into dead vines.

Ma Shan touched his chest, wondering how much potential his wife, who was reshaped using his ribs, had.

The black wood was embedded in the missing rib in his chest.

After being refined by black fire and thunder, this black wood that was originally inhabited by demons became one of the hardest and most powerful things in the world.

Now the black wood has gradually merged into his body. If Ma Shan does not think about the past, he will not notice that there is a bone here that originally belonged to the demon god.

At this time, the dozen or so Yakshas had already pounced over, and a disgusting fishy wind with a suffocating sense of oppression and breath of death came like a flood.

An evil smile appeared on the Rakshasa woman's face.

At this moment, Chanali suddenly disappeared out of nowhere.

The Rakshasa woman's smile froze on her face.

Then, countless branches and vines suddenly grew out of the ground, densely stretching towards the sky.

The space in the crack of the building was immediately filled with branches and vines, and nothing could be seen.

The Yaksha fell into the dense vines, making a rustling sound, like a monkey moving in the jungle, but soon the sound disappeared.

Seeing this horrific scene, people suffering from trypophobia fainted on the spot.

After a while, the jungle retreated from the land, revealing its original appearance.

Yaksha disappeared completely, leaving some green sticky liquid and fishy smell on the ground.

Only one vine was still standing firmly on the ground, with Rakshasa and Abhishek entangled on its tall tip.

The vines swung violently, throwing the two men to the ground.

Abhishek's head collapsed into a puddle of mud, and the Rakshasa woman no longer had the strength to cast spells.

Ma Shan couldn't help laughing out loud.

"My dear wife, you are so mighty! My dear wife, your power is invincible and will last for thousands of years!" He praised exaggeratedly.

Chanali laughed and scolded, "Come on, you're just being rude, but I don't know what I'm saying in my heart. Fortunately, I didn't embarrass you, right?"

"No, I really admire you! My dear wife, you are such a good fighter. I am itching to fight you." Ma Shan leaned close to Chanali's ear and whispered, "Let's have a good fight tonight. How about fighting for 300 rounds, my dear wife?"

"Get out!" Chanali reached out and poked him in the waist.

"Ouch!" Ma Shan jumped up and yelled exaggeratedly, "I broke my kidney. I can't do it tonight!"