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Chapter 425 The Demon Monk
Both Iron Donkey and I had a very strange feeling, and we were not used to taking a few steps back.

The old monk babbled a few more words, I couldn't hear what he was saying, and finally opened his eyes with some effort, this time he was willing to face me and the iron donkey.

He raised his voice again, and said something that made my hair stand on end, "I'm so hungry... Are these two alive? Good, good!"

I looked at that posture, he seemed to want to bite us.And in comparison, the old monk was more interested in iron donkeys.He suddenly moved his body and staggered towards the iron donkey.

The iron donkey cursed, but this man is not a master who is easily afraid. He touched his back, took out the dagger, and greeted the old monk.

The iron donkey's dagger stabbed directly at the old monk's neck. Once it was stabbed firmly, it would definitely make a hole.

The old monk blamed the monster, but his eyes were not blind. I thought he would definitely avoid it, but who knew that he stretched out a shriveled claw and grabbed at the dagger.

It's true that his claws are made of meat, but the skin on the outside is very bad, thick and hard. After grabbing the dagger, it didn't even let the dagger cut into the flesh.

He grabbed the dagger tightly, with great force.The iron donkey held back his energy and shook it a few times, but couldn't break free from the dagger.

When I saw this scene, I immediately ran over to help.But the old monk, like the female monk, knows some evil tricks.

The moment I got close, he let out a sharp breath at me.

I finally know what it means to see a big witch in a small witch, the stench is almost incomparable to that of a female monk. My head was swollen, and I retreated, and even my eyes went dark, and I half-kneeled on the ground.

Iron donkey is smarter than me, he held his breath ahead of time, and this breath was mainly directed at me, so he didn't get hurt.

Since the dagger could not be drawn back, the iron donkey waved vigorously at the old monk's forehead with his iron palm.

He punched a total of two times, and the strength was not small.I heard two slaps, but the old monk's skull was hard enough, and he was completely irritated by the iron donkey.

The old monk stretched out another withered hand, pinched the iron donkey's neck, and pushed it upwards violently.

The iron donkey was so fat that he lifted it abruptly, especially the old monk actually squeezed a big lump of fat in his hands.

The iron donkey kicked its legs uncomfortably, the old monk turned around suddenly, and at a speed that almost exceeded the limit of human beings, he rushed towards the strange tower with the iron donkey.

All this happened so quickly, I just watched the donkey being hit by the old monk on the tower, and there was a bang, which caused a large part of the tower to collapse.

The old monk has retreated in the pagoda for more than 100 years, and this time it is the turn of the iron donkey to go to retreat, but judging from the current posture, it is not known whether the iron donkey is dead or alive.

After finishing off the donkey, the old monk turned around easily and looked at me.

I pinched my thighs hard a few times, and even squeezed the Tibetan Gu on my chin in desperation. Maybe it was stimulated hard, and the Tibetan Gu secreted some toxins, which made my body stronger again.

I also slowly stood up and looked at the old monk.

The old monk had a big reaction to me. He tilted his head slightly and said in surprise, "Good guy, it's the Holy Son!"

It's not the first time I've heard the term "holy son". I remember that Jiuniang had said such things in the country of Qiemoshi.

I didn't have time to ask more questions, because the old monk ground his teeth a few times impatiently, which meant that he wanted to eat me.

He bared his teeth and claws and rushed towards me again.I don't have as many fighting skills as the iron donkey. What I think at this moment is to stretch out my hands to meet him.

I had a pure head-to-head encounter with him, grabbing each other's hands and pinching the cow.

I think I have a lot of strength, but compared with the old monk, it is not the same. Sometimes I suppress him, and sometimes he reverses and suppresses me.

After all, my hands were not as dry as his, and after pinching for a while, I couldn't take it anymore.

In my heart, I wanted to think of a way to win secretly.Don't I still have legs?She suddenly raised her right leg and kicked his crotch.

This trick is not very elegant, but the crotch is the lifeline of a man. I thought this old monk is not a eunuch no matter how thin he is, right?That thing is also afraid of being kicked.

But after I kicked his crotch, I could feel it through such thick boots, and the back of my instep was pierced.

I looked at him in surprise, the old monk became angry again for a moment, he let out a muffled groan, and exerted more force, he even took my arm and lifted me up.

As soon as I got off the ground, I couldn't pull myself together, let alone fight him.

I was so anxious that I couldn't do it anymore, I tried my best to move my legs, trying to get myself down.The old monk didn't care about that, and pushed me back hard again.

He was so fast, in a few blinks, he pushed me to a wall.

The impact was very strong, and with the bang, I felt a sudden pain in my back, and some of the bricks on the wall were broken.

The old monk didn't let go, he carried me again, moved a few steps to the side, faced another wall, and pushed me up hard.

Three times in a row he hit me so hard it nearly broke my spine.I reckon I must have been hurt a little.There was a pinprick pain that spread from the waist.

I couldn't help but raised my head and roared, and as I raised my chin, the two Tibetan Gu on my chin also jerked up.

Taking advantage of my discomfort, I didn't want to lose the battle, so I raised my arms and lifted the old monk up.

The old monk didn't expect me to use this trick. He opened his mouth in surprise, and I could see that there were strips of paste hanging on his upper and lower lips.

I switched places with him entirely, with his back to the wall, and I slammed him hard into the wall again.

However, I also improved my attacking routine. I didn't stupidly move a place to hit, but let the old monk hit a wall continuously.

The first time and the second time were fine, it just deformed the wall slightly, and the third time, the wall couldn't bear the impact and completely collapsed.

But where the wall collapsed, the bag was stunned, and there were many half-cut bricks.

I continued to ram the old monk in. Those angular bricks undoubtedly scratched the old monk hard.Even the old monk became a little confused.

After I let go, he crawled out of the wall unsteadily, and lay unbalanced on the ground again.

I know this old monk's head is very hard, even the iron paw of an iron donkey can't help him.If I attack here in the same way, it will definitely have no effect.

I put my energy on the old monk's chest, squatted down, rode on the old monk, and tore off his already worn-out monk's clothes.

I saw a big bulge on his chest, as if he had been bitten by a giant mosquito.

I couldn't figure out what was going on with this bag for a while, but I felt that this place was very strange, so I decided to attack it.

I don't know Jiang Shaoyan's acupressure method, and I don't know how to use the iron donkey's palm, so I just hit the drum with my fist hard.Every time I hit it, the bulge instantly flattened, and after my fist left, it bulged up quickly again.

The old monk was stimulated and kept kicking his legs.With that alone, I knew I was in the right place.

I thought of playing the Shandong drum. A man rounded his arms and pounded on the drum. I also learned the same way, and regarded the drum kit as a drum.

After a few knocks like this, the old monk lost his temper and stood up straight, and the drum was also cracked by me.

I used my fingers to fiddle with the crack a few times, but suddenly, the crack became bigger and a strange bug came out of it.

The appearance of this worm is a bit like a large tapeworm. In addition, I also thought of the little white worm that came out of the lower body of the female monk. Is it that big?

The big monster worm is full of hostility towards me, and I guess it would be too uncomfortable for me to beat it up.It had a mouth on the top of its head. After opening it suddenly, it straightened up and bit my hand.

Can I make it work?I quickly grabbed it with my backhand, and stretched it out violently.With its small size, it is simply irresistible.

I pulled it out of the bulge little by little, and I tasted it briefly, and it was half a foot long.

It twisted uncomfortably in my hand, and the bulge on the old monk's chest, after the bugs disappeared, quickly spilled blood. The blood was dark, and I don't know if it was his hard work.

Now I'm completely focused on the white worm, and I also thought of a stupid way to destroy it.

I pinched the white worm's tail and threw it hard to the ground.This must have been a great torture for it. After a few strokes, even the teeth on the top of its head were thrown out.

Carrying the limp dead bug, I was finally able to sigh, but the danger was not over yet. Suddenly, the lights on the entire third floor flickered a few times.

(End of this chapter)