Storm of Kings

The first thousand two hundred and thirty-four chapters, all the 0 million demons should be robbed

This cook is the heavyweight of the black shop. He has very thin hair, a circle of wet towels tied to his forehead, and he is wearing clothes that look like suspenders, and his eyes are particularly energetic.

Zhou Lie secretly used the blackening lookout technique, and he didn't dare to look at it after just one glance. It was really this cook that was extraordinary, with three rays of sun, moon and stars emerging from his head, blocking all tangible and intangible means from detecting him.

Wen Wei saw that the cook was somewhat surprised, and quickly got up to greet him: "Uncle Li, this is the first time I have seen you leave the kitchen."

"Who is your Uncle Li?" Li Chuzi stared at the front and said unceremoniously: "Your kid is willing to fall. Since you choose to return to the magical way, no one in this world can save you. I will not give you another chance when I die. I am Luo Mi'er's caretaker. This girl is very talented at the Duhua Demon Dao monks. Bailu Academy has always been strict in selecting disciples, and every disciple is extremely noble. You Demon Dao monks. It's best not to hit her on her ghostly ideas, otherwise the consequences will be disastrous."

Zhou Lie put down his chopsticks and said, "Since you are a cook, you should do your job as a cook instead of jumping out to support Luo Mi'er! It is precisely because you are guarding her that she has become arrogant and innocent. This monk made no secrets in front of the Demon Dao monk. It is a miracle that she can mix with Hengtianya to this day. It is not a bad thing for me to let her kick the iron plate once. It is better than death in an instant in the future."

"Who on earth are you?" The cook stood steadily, his right hand slowly touching his waist, ready to attack at any time.

Zhou Lie smiled and said, "Aren't you Luo Mi'er's guardian? Since she has fallen into my hands, she is a hostage. If you have the courage, please try to move me to see if Luo Mi'er died first or I first Die? Don’t talk nonsense with me, since you have missed the best moment to save someone, stand by your side. If someone wants to hurt me, you’d better do it the first time, otherwise I can’t guarantee it. Mi'er is still alive!"

"You..." The cook was furious.

It stands to reason that the demon monk who can walk into the black shop is led by the opportunity and should have a righteous heart, but this kid should use Luo Mi'er to threaten him, which is really more rascal than a rascal.

If you know that Luo Mi'er's cultivation base is not weak, why was he suddenly taken away by the other party?How high does this kid have to cultivate?Then the three old guys sitting on the top of Hengtian Cliff could not achieve this level, right?

When the cook was in a dilemma, Zhou Lie picked up his chopsticks again, tasting the food, and said, "You are really good at this dish, but there are too few good things, and there are not enough tricks you have made. Go to the kitchen and get busy! The good ingredients at the bottom of the box are all taken out. Since you are a righteous monk, you should disdain to poison you? If you are satisfied with me, you may return the person to you. Of course, the premise is that I am not surprised. If there is no wrong induction, the sky There is a monk who wants to attack me, so you have to stay alert. You were originally a bodyguard, now protecting me and protecting Luo Mi'er are the same concept."

"Boy, don't deceive people too much."

The cook took another three steps forward, almost leaning against the table and chair, the anger in his heart had already burned to the extreme, and he could not wait to cut off the opponent's head with a knife.

Unfortunately, there is no regret medicine in the world. As a caregiver, he must try his best to rescue Luo Mi'er, otherwise he will not be able to make a deal after returning.

"Okay, wait, I'll arrange the ten perfect supplementary feast, if you feel you can afford it, just throw away your cheeks and start making!"

The cook has the arrogance of a cook, and he naturally disdains the use of poison, but to make up for the poison, there are ways to clean up on the table.

Zhou Lie didn't wait too long. This chef Li's craftsmanship was exquisite. He changed the noodles in a short while, and more rare ingredients were put on the table and started!

After the five tastes of food and three rounds of wine, there was a loud noise outside, and then hundreds of figures emerged.

The righteous monk actually broke through those big formations and fortifications, and truly descended on this magical soil.

Each of them has extraordinary momentum and is obviously the pioneer of the tyrannical cultivation base, and is responsible for opening the situation first.

This time is very critical. If the two evil spirits and monks do not go all out to contain the incoming enemy, those old things will have to wait and see, and hate Tianya today is dangerous.

These hundreds of righteous monks threw out the copybooks, and immediately bloomed one big word, and they recited in unison: "Heaven and earth have righteousness, mixed with manifolds. Below is the river and the mountain, and the upper is the sun star. Yu People say Haoran, Peihusai Cangming. Huanglu is a clear barbarian, Han and Tuming court...or to be a teacher, ghosts and gods cry heroic..."

"Rumble..."

But it’s amazing, Haoran’s righteous spirit dropped from the copybook, madly rushing towards every inch of the surrounding corners. Those demons and two monks who had just rushed to the front were like moths fighting the fire, and their bodies suddenly evaporated violently. Weeping, falling straight from the air, seeing more out of breath but less inflow, I'm afraid I won't survive for a moment.

Haoran's righteousness has become a common practice, impacting Hentianya in a huge range.

Those copybooks amplify the light, as if it will disperse the haze in the next moment, and return a bright universe here.

The two evil monks shivered, only feeling that the end of the catastrophe was coming.

At this moment, black and purple rays appeared in all directions, and hundreds of mansions on Hengtianya launched an offensive, launching a very powerful magic weapon!

At the same time, the nineteen tall figures fluttered up. It was a new generation of eight-winged heavenly demons, no less powerful than any third-rank peak monk.

Those righteous monks felt the pressure and chanted hurriedly: "The lower is the river and the mountain, and the upper is the sun star. Yuren said Haoran, Peihusai Cangming. Huanglu is Qingyi, Hanhe Tuming...or In order to serve as a teacher, the ghosts may cry heroically..."

The copybooks hanging in the air suddenly burned out, releasing a terrifying aura of righteousness, faintly gathering into the figure of Kong Sheng and the 72 sages, causing many demons to lose their color, and exclaimed: "No!"

It's really not good. These copybooks are extremely precious. They come from the blood of the strongest saint so far, and they have been sacrificed in Haoran's righteousness pool for countless years. They are really rare weapons.

The demon monks are better, those evil monks who specialize in harming others and self-interest cannot bear it.

They are most afraid of the righteousness of heaven and earth, as long as the righteousness blows towards their foreheads, those with a vain foundation will be killed immediately, which is more powerful than any weapon.

"Puff, puff, puff..."

At the same time, I don’t know how many figures fell to the ground and couldn’t get up again. Those old demons couldn’t sit still anymore when they saw this miserable scene. They used their magical treasures to bombard the enemy, and the sky suddenly became gorgeous. The righteous monk died in a confrontation.

The righteousness of heaven and earth is still blowing, and the scope of influence is getting wider and wider. Nearly a million evil spirits and two monks are killed at this moment. After they die, they immediately form a strong gloom, ghosts crying and howling, wanting to avenge the enemy...