My Master is Lin Zhengying

Suddenly, a powerful sword light shone.

The huge sword energy condensed, and it slashed away with a "bang" towards the demon gate.

The demon gate, which had condensed demonic energy, was split into flying smoke in an instant.

Make a "buzz buzz" sound.

The Black Valley Demon King, the Old Sheep Demon and several leaders are eating human blood.

Suddenly hearing a huge roar from outside the valley, he was furious:

"What's going on outside, baaaa..."

The rest of the leaders also stood up one after another.

Soon, a little demon ran in:

"Return, report to King Yang.

There are three humans and a female ghost, kill, kill come in..."

"What? Someone dares to make trouble on my Black Valley Mountain?"

"Who is coming?"

"..."

"Back, back to the leaders.

The little one didn't know, but the leader was an old man with a straight eyebrow, extremely vicious.

None of our brothers can stop us.

The one under him who used the bronze long sword was also unstoppable.

The other person held a long stick, and the shadows of chrysanthemums filled the sky.

If you touch it, you will die, if you touch it, you will be injured.

There is also that female ghost, who is extremely sinister, once injured, she will turn into an ice sculpture..."

Hearing this, the leader of Heigu Mountain and the old sheep demon all showed serious expressions.

A demon king suddenly said to the old sheep demon:

"Old Immortal, could it be the humans from Renjia Town who shot at Young Master Mao?"

The old goat demon's face turned cold, and after drinking the blood wine:

"Bring my weapon.

All of you, take your seat and go to have a look..."

After finishing speaking, a little demon raised two sledgehammers.

This is a weapon forged from the horn sacrifice of the old goat demon, and its power is extraordinary.

He was able to stand on this Black Valley Mountain for hundreds of years, all thanks to the blessing of this weapon.

In the Black Valley Mountain.

Uncle Nanchen Jiu and others have already killed in.

Because the demon gate was split, the huge sound attracted the surrounding monsters.

The monsters rushed up to resist the fight.

But these little monsters only have one hundred and eighty years of practice.

The cultivation base is the most, and it is only the fifth or sixth level of the mysterious rank.

Not to mention Uncle Jiu, even Nan Chen can't beat him.

Even the current literary talent, they can't get close.

Because Wencai is today, I don’t know why.

Or maybe, with the will to fight, the power of Jiuju was triggered again.

It's too fierce right now.

The surrounding monsters will die when they come up, and they will die when they come up.

The screams of "ahhh" kept ringing and echoing.

In a blink of an eye, seventy or eighty goblins had been killed.

When Nan Chen and the others were about to move forward.

A low growl sounded:

"Bold people, dare to trespass on my Black Valley Mountain."

Along with this shout, there was a burst of powerful demonic energy sweeping through.

Lord, here we come.

Uncle Jiu raised his eyebrows.