The Republic of China Demon Cloud Records

Meng Er encountered the greatest danger of returning to the Shanghai market. He is now surrounded by elders from several sects.

These people are old acquaintances, Meng Er dodged a spiritual attack, chanted a spell softly, and his speed became very fast, the swords, guns and sticks behind him were chasing closely but they never caught up.

"Meng'er, after hundreds of years you have been reduced to being someone else's demon, where do you want me to put this old face?"

Meng Er glanced back, and the one who was chasing after him was Liu Zong's ancestor. This old man was obviously over 200 years old, but his appearance still remained in his 20s.

Meng Er sneered: "I can do whatever I want, didn't you lose your face when you were fighting with me?"

Liu Zong's face was a little stiff, he mobilized the flying sword in his hand to attack Meng Er, Meng Er's hair was chopped off, and there was a little blood on his cheek.

"As early as 300 years ago, I wondered if you monsters would bleed like humans."

At this time, several strands of spiritual power came from all directions at the same time, gathering on Meng'er's body and causing an explosion, which looked like a burst of bright light.

A smile appeared on Liu Zong's face, and Yu Jianfei watched from the side: "Looking at it now, even if you are a monster, it's nothing more than that."

The smoke floated in the air, and the faces of the monks were a little excited and a little nervous, and their apprentices were also entangled with the monsters led by Meng Er not far away.

A little monk wiped the blood on his face, controlled the flying sword inserted into the monster and pulled it out, and said excitedly: "Our master has won! The leader monster will definitely die this time!"

The story was passed on, and the companions of the two parties looked into the sky at the same time, and the strong light hurt their eyes.

The momentum of the monsters was suppressed, and the previous situation of equal shares was shaken when everyone was distracted.

A powerful demon beast raised his voice to remind his companions: "Don't panic, senior will be fine, he can bring us so many demons out, how can a few humans kill them. "

The hearts of the monsters were biased again, and they started to fight back, but the human monks were very proud: "You monsters are more barbaric than us, and the weak are prey to the strong. We are the elders of several clans, it's nothing! Hey, wait to collect the corpse of your predecessors—if you can still have a complete corpse.”

This sentence aroused anger, and the eyes of the monsters were filled with tears, and they shouted: "You are not allowed to insult our seniors like this!"

"Kill!!"

"Brothers, if you can kill one, it counts as one, and if you kill a pair, it counts as a pair!"

It seemed that he wanted to kill, and there was a smell of blood in the air for a while.

Several ancestors in the sky glanced at each other, and then moved a little closer to the cloud of smoke at the same time.

The soft whip in one of the hands was suddenly sucked in the smoke, and then it crackled downwards.

There was a burst of ecstasy in the hearts of several people, a wind talisman paper hit the past, and the smoke dispersed, but what appeared was not Meng Er's body, but a black charcoal-like object.

……this?Everyone's eyes were full of doubts. They all knew that Meng'er was a tree demon. Could it be that he was beaten like this... We won?

Heitan didn't move for a long time, and the ancestors of the monks were suspicious, and they didn't want to go forward by themselves, so they used the sound transmission charm to summon several of their confidant disciples.

Asking the disciples to go to investigate the mine, several young children thought that their master had won, with smiles of honor and disgrace in their eyes, each of them thought that they had got a very good opportunity.

I plan to go over to see if this big monster will leave behind any magical artifacts or parts that can be used as weapons.

After all, it's a dryad. It's not bad even if it's used as a magic weapon after so long.

These children are newborn calves, not afraid of tigers, completely unaware of their master, silently took a few steps back.

Just as several people approached, a sudden change occurred, and the piece of black charcoal trembled suddenly, and then began to rotate at a high speed.

While spinning, some black shadows flew out, and the ancestors behind shouted loudly: "Tuer, step back!"

"Be careful, this evildoer has lied to us! Quickly open the defensive cover!"

Those young apprentices opened the defensive cover given by their master in a panic, but unfortunately the shadow cast by the black charcoal came too fast.

And it was getting denser and denser, the little apprentices behind the defensive cover were shaken by the densely approaching black shadows, and the halos flashed away round and round.

"Master...Master! Help!" They backed away, but the black shadow didn't give them any time at all, and pressed closer step by step.

The masters behind wanted to rescue them, but unfortunately the magic hadn't gone anywhere, and the black shadow had already broken through the defense.

They saw clearly that it turned out to be many black charcoal grains, and after the charcoal grains collided, they almost burned into flames.

After the defensive cover was broken, grains of charcoal penetrated the necks and wrists of their lovers, and blood sprayed out, forming a blood mist in mid-air.

After the black charcoal rain, Meng Er was completely extinguished. Something was floating in mid-air, with a smile on his lips: "You guys, who do you want to kill? He was not my opponent hundreds of years ago. Who Give you the courage to think that you can beat me?"

The little apprentices who were used as gunmen twitched in pain and then fell back without the strength to fall. As they fell, they all looked at the intact Meng Er in their eyes.

How could it be? Didn’t it mean that monsters are not tolerated by heaven? How could it be that they died? A little apprentice’s eyes turned scarlet. He covered the bloody mouth on his neck, and while breathing out, he sprayed blood foam outside. , looked at his master and said: "Report...revenge..."

Tears fell down, falling into the clouds little by little, the monk saw his apprentice died, his heart ached, his neck was all red, his eyes stared at Menger, his hands, and then rushed over .

Spiritual power and demonic power collided in the sky, with a loud bang, many branches emerged from Sui Ren's cuff.

The branches wrapped around these monks, it seemed that because of the power of the branches, the power of the monks was taken away.

"You!" Their eyes widened, trying to open these branches with their spiritual power, but they were surrounded by many branches.

The branches wrapped around his wrist, and after trying to use his spiritual power again, it was absorbed by those branches.

The monks sensed that the situation was wrong and wanted to take back their power, but there was no way.

"How did you do it..." The branches hungrily deprived them of their spiritual power. After the spiritual power faded away, the youthful appearance of those ancestors also declined.

They were all stuck in their golden age in their twenties to thirties, but now their skin is getting dry and wrinkled, and many spots of different degrees appear on the smooth surface.

They panicked and felt that their vision began to become more and more blurred, to what extent, they couldn't see Meng Er's face clearly.

Want to hate him, hate this monster, but their vision has become blurred, and their physical functions are rapidly declining.

But Menger's body has a lot of spiritual power floating up, their spiritual power is a kind of white light spot, some of which are absorbed by the branches and then all are transmitted to Menger.

Meng'er is a pure demon, he can't fully absorb this kind of energy, he only absorbs the part that is beneficial to him, the injury he suffered in the fight just now seems to be slowly getting better in an instant.

The remaining light spots turned into aura-rich rainwater, but when the rainwater fell on the ground, it was tightly locked by the demon power and sent into the soil to feed the natural vegetation.

"You guys have been fighting for so long, you can calm down for a while." Meng'er stood in the sky, he couldn't stop so many people, but seeing people getting more and more tired under the war, he found a kind of hypnotic spirit Planted on the body to accelerate ripening.

After the plants matured, they were thrown down from the sky by Menger, and the pollen floated around. After being absorbed by people and monsters, everyone felt their heads fell into a deep sleep.

They were fighting each other tirelessly and painlessly, and their eyes were red, but when they inhaled the pollen, their senses suddenly became clear.

Discomfort, only the word Discomfort hovers in my mind, Discomfort of losing family members, Discomfort of losing a partner.

Unable to do anything else, Meng Er saw the humans and monsters sleeping together, gently unfolded the scroll, and put away the monsters.

Then he poured the wound medicine into the human monks and left them where they were. When they woke up again, they hoped that the war was over.

I also hope that these rare ripened spiritual plants can nourish your body well. The spiritual plants will grow taller and taller beside the monks, becoming a natural shelter.

Meng Er continued to go to the next stop in peace, he couldn't let Tang Xi wait for him anymore, he had to return to Mr. Xiao quickly.

The wind blew through Meng Er's hair, and his speed was very fast, bringing alive many plants in his hands along the way.

Some people who suffered from turmoil saw these vibrant green plants in despair, and they left some hope in their hearts.

Menger walked all the way, the sound of the wind brought cries, but also laughter, blood stained the water across the river, and the setting sun also smudged the sky.

The scenery changed, and he finally came to the Shanghai stock market, but Meng Er, who had just arrived in the Shanghai stock market, was sensitively aware that something was wrong.

The Shanghai stock market has turned into a sleeping city. In the past, passers-by on the streets all honestly slept in their homes.

Any movement could not wake them up, Meng Er stretched out his hand to fish it, and found that it was the spiritual plant that he had cultivated.

Some people have thought of the same method as myself, but the purpose behind it will be thought-provoking.

Meng'er crushed a white jade slip in his bag, and then planned to send it to Tangxi at the fastest speed.