A big stick sweeps across the wilderness

The demon is ten feet tall.

The body shape is similar to that of humans.

It's just that the head has a triangle shape, an extra vertical eye between the eyebrows, and four arms.

Holding a trident.

The evil spirit is overwhelming.

Jiang Yu did not interrupt the formation of the demon god. He raised his head and stared: "It's a bit like the ghost summoned by Brahmin. You are indeed the same family!"

The evil god's three eyes looked at Jiang Yu. Lift your big feet and step down.

"Hey Hey……"

Jiang Yu teleported to dodge and laughed happily.

He could feel that the demon's energy was still increasing.

This means...a large amount of demonic energy has been converted into spiritual liquid.

It’s time to restock!

"Zheng!"

While Jiang Yu was avoiding the demon's attack, a black light rushed towards him.

It's a mimic.

But it also has an extra black trident in its hand.

"Hey, hey, this isn't my weapon either." Jiang Yu became increasingly dissatisfied.

When he fights against mimics, he can find flaws in his own moves.

This improves tempering.

But the other party suddenly stopped using his tricks, and the effect was greatly reduced.

The mimic smiled harmlessly: "What does it matter? If you want, you can imitate me!"

As he spoke, the devil's trident fell from the sky.

Start a joint attack with the Mimic.

"I got it! That's your Dharma sign!" Jiang Yu summoned the meteorite iron stick and struck him.

Whether he has a stick in his hand or not, the difference between his fighting power is clouds and mud.

Violently knocked away two tridents.

It seemed that he didn't have the upper hand, but in fact, he was able to defeat both the Mimic and the Demon God without any injuries.

Jiang Yu's figure swayed slightly, and his smile became arrogant: "Dharma image? I have one too!"

After saying that, a faint light shot out from the center of his eyebrows.

The twilight grows when it sees the wind. In just a moment, he transformed into a six-foot-tall child version of Jiang Yu.

The whole body is fleshy.

No eyebrows.

Bald.

Light butt.

Holding a small green branch in his hand.

The ghost formation suddenly became excited when they saw Jiang Yu's appearance. He shouted loudly: "Little fish! It's a little fish!"

The soldiers of Xuandao Camp were almost shocked.

The gods do not cultivate Yuanying.

The scene before them was beyond their understanding.

Dharma form, to put it bluntly, is the projection of Nascent Soul.

Monks in the Nascent Soul stage can release the Dharma.

It's just that no one does it.

Nascent Soul wears no clothes.

No strong man would let his oversized self run around naked.

If you really do this, you will definitely be famous forever.

Even if he wins the battle, his relatives and friends will renounce him.

Moreover, the Nascent Soul is transformed by divine consciousness.

Once damaged, it will even damage the monk's foundation.

Summoning the Dharma when facing an enemy is equivalent to putting the weakness in front of the enemy. This behavior is as ridiculous as a child showing off his penis to an adult.

But Jiang Yu just did it.

His Nascent Soul is Nirvana in the Heavenly Thunder in the God Realm. Nourished with spiritual liquid, refined with the breath of building wood.

The toughness is comparable to Jiang Yu's face.

"Boom! Boom!"

There were two explosions in succession.

The Dharma Prime raised a branch and struck it on the trident that the demon had chopped down.

Jiang Yu also had a head-to-head fight with the Mimic.

The demon god and the mimic flew out at the same time.

A cloud of smoke and dust was raised on the sunken earth.

Han Xinshuang shouted in shock: "Brother Yu, you should be more careful! All the things in our house have been seen!"

As he spoke, he shouted to the soldiers of Xuandao Camp: "Don't look at it! Don't even look at it!"

Unfortunately her voice was muffled by the roar.

The Cyclops all stared at the same part of the Dharma image: "As expected of the battalion commander, he is so big at such a young age!"

Jiang Yu had already gotten into trouble. He didn't care about the reaction of the people behind him at all.

The Dharma Prime Minister held up a tree branch and slapped it at the Demon God.

Like spinning top.

The beating caused the devil's black energy to surge, and he roared again and again.

Jiang Yu laughed wildly and fought with the mimic.

"Fan the flames!"

The mimic's trident ignited with flames. The wind helps the fire, and the fire borrows the power of the wind. He slashed down towards Jiang Yu.

As a result, Jiang Yu sent him flying with a mediocre sweep.

The trident was smashed and deformed.

"Hey! This is a stick technique. Who told you to use a broken fork?".

Jiang Yu felt humiliated.

He held up the meteorite iron stick with both hands and shouted loudly: "Watch it!"

The wind and fire clung to the stick body, spinning at high speed.

Soon a fire tornado more than ten feet long formed.

"Fan the flames!"

The iron rod fell, and the energy accumulated in the rod's head burst out in one point.

"boom!"

A fan-shaped ravine exploded with Jiang Yu as the center. The Mimic was instantly defeated.

After a while, the Mimic crawled out from under the soil with only half of its body left.

His body blurred for a while, and he repaired his body with the help of demonic energy.

Jiang Yu put away the iron rod and his smile became amiable: "So you can't imitate my iron rod. Tell me earlier! Let's just use our bare hands. Otherwise, it will seem like I am bullying you."

The mimic's face was ferocious: "You will pay the price for your arrogance. If I am immortal, I will consume you to death."

Jiang Yu nodded with satisfaction: "It couldn't be better!"

The two fought together again.

It's just that the rhythm of the battle is in Jiang Yu's hands.

When the mimic lost its weapon, he took the initiative to put away the iron rod.

No matter what move the mimic uses, he responds with the same move.

It looked like he was imitating a mimic. However, the power of each move slightly surpassed that of the mimic.

"Do you think you can really suppress me like this? You arrogant guy!" The harmless smile on the mimic's face was no longer visible. Even his tone became hysterical.

"Really?" Jiang Yu slowed down his attack speed slightly and turned to look at the Demon God and the Dharma.

The demon was seen holding his chest and shrinking.

The mouth roared again and again.

The phantom of a purple-skinned gourd appeared in the hands of the Dharma Prime Minister. He sucked hard into the devil's face.

The branch in the other hand whipped the demon god's figure swaying.

It gives people a sense of sight of a child humiliating an adult man.

"This...", the Mimic's expression froze: "What kind of trick is this? Why can't I know it?"

"Boom!"

Jiang Yu struck a blow and smashed the mimic into the ground. There was a hint of joking in his tone: "You can be a ghost only if you learn how to do it."

The next moment, the mimic flew back into the air.

The demonic energy in his hand filled the air, trying to condense a meteorite iron rod.

But the demonic energy exploded after just a few squirms.

Two attempts in succession were unsuccessful.

Jiang Yu was greatly disappointed: "If you only have these two moments, then there is no need to continue playing."

"Hmph!", the black mist in the hands of the mimic finally condensed into shape.

But it's not a meteorite stick, but a mace from Xuanjia Camp.

"Is this the next best thing?" Jiang Yu calmly called out the stick: "You have to withstand it!"

The mimic snorted coldly and flew up: "The truth will come to light!"

"Ugh……"

Jiang Yu let out a sigh. Also used to get to the bottom of things.

The reason why this move is his strongest attack is because of the combination of the ancestral talisman of the water and earth elements and the meteorite iron stick.

And these three things cannot be changed by a mimic.

The results are obvious.

The mimic's mace was broken at the moment of collision. Half of his body was blasted into a cloud of demonic energy.

It hit the ground like a meteorite.

Jiang Yu didn't give it another chance to take off. He chased after him and stepped firmly on the Mimic's chest with his right foot.

The mimic was shocked to find that the demonic energy he was proud of was forcibly sucked away by Jiang Yu before his body could be repaired. He exclaimed: "Demon Eater! So you are the Demon Eater! The Demon Lord actually asked me to deal with you?"

Jiang Yu asked with a smile: "Where does your demonic energy come from? From the God Realm or the Black Abyss?"

His smile at this time was extremely sincere.

It's weird to be insincere.

The demonic aura of the mimic is endless, like a river opening its gates.

It just so happened that the colorful spiritual liquid was about to be sucked dry by the Jianmu sapling.

This is so timely!

Not only the mimics, but also the demon gods contributed a lot of demonic energy.

"Come! Tell me about the demons. I'm so curious!" Jiang Yu maintained the efficiency of absorbing demonic energy at a balanced point.

Just about the same speed as the replenishment speed of Mimic.

The mimic's face squirmed and turned into one with three sharp horns: "I told you, will you let me go?"

"It's hard to say. But you can bet." Jiang Yu was still smiling.

It was at this moment that I felt compassion from far away in the divine court.

He waved his hand expressionlessly.

The connection between the Mimic and the Black Abyss was instantly severed.

"Boom! Boom!"

The mimic and demon god lost the support of their demonic energy and exploded into a ball of black mist.

All of them were absorbed by Jiang Yu.

"Hey, how stingy!"