Hidden Mountain Demon

Chapter 208 Centipede Sword Deters Huang Silang

"No, no"

The big jet-black wooden box was smashed open, and out rolled out a three-foot-long red scorpion bound by a demon-binding rope. Six scorpion legs, two large pincers, and a scorpion tail were tightly bound together. Some spell was cast on its mouth. , could not speak, could only whimper and howl.

"Everyone, when the five ghost brothers presented their treasures just now, my patrol school reported that they had caught a little demon. I didn't take it seriously at first, but the school said that this little demon wanted to drink and eat during today's dinner." Poison inside!"

"What?! Which cave residence does this little monster belong to? It's so vicious!"

"Mother, do you want to die, you little demon!"

After Ban Cang said a word, several cave masters immediately started shouting.Who would have thought that just coming out to eat a banquet would almost be poisoned to death.

"Why did Lang Jun shout just now? Could it be that he recognizes this demon?"

Ban Cang looked playfully at Huang Silang who was sitting on the ground, and all the monsters in the hall also looked at him.

"Damn it, this little demon wants to poison us, grandpa, I'll chop him up!"

Huang Silang yelled sharply, took out a pair of silver hooks from his waist, jumped on the spot, and rushed towards the scorpion demon wrapped in the demon fog.

"Wait!"

"stop!"

There was chaos in the hall, and several monsters shot out one after another.But Huang Silang is a big monster after all, and the speed of the cave masters is slightly inferior.

Seeing that the silver hook was about to hang on the scorpion, a little red glow flashed, and a big monster wrapped in red mist stood in front of the scorpion.

In the monster fog, it was more than ten feet high, and the silhouette of a flying figure in a red robe gradually emerged, with a blood-red long sword hanging obliquely on the ground in his hand.

"Little ground squirrel, you can't die if you want to!"

Huang Silang was blocked by the red mist, and wanted to rush forward, suddenly felt frightened, this was the early warning of Yuanshen who had practiced for hundreds of years, so he jumped back in a hurry.

While Huang Silang jumped backwards.

The big demon in the monster mist also moved, and the blood sword in his hand was lifted upwards, and the fierce wind howled, and the yellow monster fog in front of Huang Silang instantly scattered in all directions.

Although he didn't hit his body, Huang Silang felt that the lingering sword energy was about to split his soul in half.

The red light flashed past, the monster fog in the hall dissipated, Huang Silang shook twice, only feeling that his bones were numb.

The sound of the sword echoed.

Only the dead hall remained.

The lights on the cave wall in the hall flickered, and a group of monsters sat or stood, but they didn't dare to move carelessly.

"This is Nanshan, how should we deal with it? Naturally, the peak master of Nanshan is talking, who is talking nonsense, thinking that the sword in my hand is not good?"

Centipede holds the sword in both hands and leans on the ground, staring at Huang Silang with a pair of red eyes, and the blood-red robe moves automatically without wind.

"Come on... take off the seal and let this little monster answer in person!"

Ban Cang stepped across the table on the stone platform, wearing the black cloud armor given by Mr. Gutless not long ago, and holding a black-faced tiger-head fixed wind gun, his eyes shot golden light.

When the wolf demon heard the order, he waved his hairy hand, and the invisible seal on the scorpion demon's mouth immediately fell off.

The scorpion glared at Huang Silang resentfully, and kowtowed again and again: "The master of the peak has learned, the little demons were forced, and they are all envoys of Huang Silang, who want to murder the master of the peak and all the kings!"

"Shut up, I have no grievances with Mr. Lang. Why did he harm me? He just harmed me. What does he have to do with other fellow Taoists? He wants to poison the food? It is clear that you, the little demon, are about to die. I don't want to repent, but I still want to talk about it."

"I'm wronged, I'm wronged, the peak master is clear, the little demon has evidence, there is evidence!"

The scorpion was bound all over, unable to move, could only kowtow desperately and howl.

"Hmm... where is the evidence?"

Ban Cang squinted his eyes slightly, and asked in a cold voice, the monsters in the hall also stared at the scorpion demon with big eyes and small eyes, even Huang Silang, who was shocked by Baizu's evil spirit, also looked at the scorpion demon expectantly at this time.

I secretly thought in my heart, when I gave the order before, it was just empty teeth, what evidence do you have.

This black leopard is fastidious, and he still needs evidence. If you can't produce any evidence, my young master, I will talk about it for a while. After returning, I will kill all your relatives, friends, children and descendants.

"vomit--"

The scorpion retched, and spat out a green stone from its mouth: "The peak master has clearly observed that the little demon was lucky enough to get a phonograph stone before. When Huang Silang ordered the little demon to assassinate all the big demons, he wrote it all down. Just listen and you'll know."

Phonograph?You little demon actually have a phonograph stone!

Hearing this, Huang Silang felt extremely terrified in his heart, he didn't stay any longer, and turned into his original shape, but it turned out to be a weasel the size of a cat, and hurried towards the door regardless of the two followers behind him.

"Want to run? Hehehe, don't you even have the guts to fight?"

Centipede laughed contemptuously, and with a movement of his hand, the five-foot-long blood sword turned into a five-foot blood centipede, rushing towards the fleeing Huang Silang.

"Ahhhh, mother..."

"...Go away!"

"Boom!"

Dozens of acres of ground around Wuyin Cave are covered by formations, and so is the cave.

Seeing Huang Silang fleeing, Ban Cang had a thought, and the stone door of the hall fell down in an instant.

Huang Silang froze, and before he could use the evasion technique, he was overtaken by the blood centipede who was chasing him, and quickly entangled him.

"Die... ah... die..."

The centipede transformed from the blood sword was just a magic weapon, not a real centipede. Huang Silang had a ferocious face, with round green eyes, but he couldn't get away.

Centipede poison of Centipede was attached to the blood sword, after Huang Silang struggled a few times, his limbs became stiff and numb, his consciousness was disordered, his ears were full of buzzing, it was Leihuo hidden in the wishful bag to save his life There was no effort to take out the beads.

The round eyes became blurred, and he only watched the centipede in red robe and Ban Cang in black armor getting closer.

"Damn, I hunted wild geese for a thousand days, and today I was pecked by wild geese!"

"Hehe, a mere weasel dares to make trouble!"

A sneer came from the buzzing ear, Huang Silang raised his heavy eyelids, and in his blurred vision, a red dress approached.

The next moment, Huang Silang was awake for a while, but the centipede on his body was taken back by Baizhanggong, but when he saw the scene in front of him clearly, Huang Silang's eyes were about to burst out.

Countless red centipedes of two or three inches surged out from Baizhanggong's big robe, lying on his legs, shoulders, arms, and the stone slab in the cave, with a strange red glow in his eyes.

A five-foot-long sharp sword is twisted in his hand, and the red robe is dancing, with a demonic aura, filling half of the cave.

Huang Silang, who was paralyzed on the ground, and the surrounding monsters felt their scalps tingle instantly, and Huang Silang, who was facing the Baizhanggong, was even more chilled, all the muscles in his body were twitching, and there was warmth in his crotch.

He hurriedly wanted to take the Thunder Fire Pearl from the wishful bag, but he saw Ban Cang shaking his big hand, a bag was hanging firmly on his hand.

"Forgive your life...forgive your life..."

Huang Silang yelled and scratched in the air, but he couldn't catch any usable things.

Pairs of red eyes flickered in front of him, and as Baizhanggong took a step forward, many little centipedes crawled forward, seeing Huang Silang gaping, with coldness rushing straight to his forehead, kicking his four hairy legs, and retreating again and again.

"Don't come over—"

(End of this chapter)