Excellent Spiritualist

Chapter 245 Peeling and Cramping
"It was you who killed my Jiaolong family first, but now you beat me back. This king has never seen such a shameless person like you!"

The demon cloud is roaring.

"Tsk tsk!"

Su Ming shook his head and sighed, "Master, I have never seen such idiots as the Jiaolong family."

"With an IQ like yours, you should find a hole to hide in, instead of running out to make a fool of yourself."

"you wanna die!"

The demon power came oppressively, and the sky was dark for a while.

With his hands behind his back, Su Ming stared at Yaoyun jokingly, "If you have some skills in hiding, get out of here."

"Stinky boy, you have to defeat this king first."

Facing the aggressiveness of the demon king of the Jiaolong clan, Su Ming couldn't bear it either.

He took out the gentian silver gun, and the power of the third-grade artifact permeated the air.

It caused the great Buddha in the Daxiong Hall to vibrate.

The demon king in the demon cloud felt the power of the artifact, and his voice was full of fear.

Today Su Ming took down the demon king of the Jiaolong clan with his gentian silver spear, stripped his leather to make shoes, and made shoelaces from his tendons...

The soles of his feet stomped hard on the ground, and his figure jumped up.

In the hand, the gentian is bright and the silver gun is full of power, and the spiritual power is instilled in it, and the light shines brightly.

The spear pierced into the demon cloud, and the demon king let out a scream.

Su Ming made a tactic with both hands, triggering the sky thunder.

boom!
The demon cloud scattered away under the thunder.

The two demon kings of the Jiaolong clan showed their figures, their faces were ashen, and they stared at Su Ming.

Su Ming waved his arms and looked at them without fear.

"When did the Yaozu dare to enter the mundane world so swaggeringly?"

"Would the demon venerables of the demon clan be afraid of the gods of your cultivators? If it weren't for the righteousness of the demon venerables, your cultivators would have already been littered with dead bodies."

The demon king of the Jiaolong family showed a cold expression.

Su Ming looked at them contemptuously, "The monster race is really domineering enough, they can't even look down on gods."

"God's peace can enter our Dharma eyes."

The monster king of the Jiaolong clan pressed down with his hands forming the secret method of the monster clan.

Su Ming raised his silver spear, pierced through the monster power, and flew into the sky, the silver gun directly struck at the vital point of the demon king of the Jiaolong clan.

His face turned pale and he stepped back, Su Ming slapped him across the face with his left hand, knocking him off his feet.

The existence at the peak of the Demon King Realm took a step forward, and powerful demon power swept away.

Su Ming's body was like a rock, and he was as motionless as a mountain.

He squinted his eyes and looked Su Ming up and down, "I didn't expect your cultivation level to be so unpredictable at such a young age, which surprised me."

Gee.

Su Ming said mockingly: "You are quite crazy. Before you come to deal with me, you should ask the Golden Winged Demon Master whether it is possible for him to take me down."

"Insanity!"

He yelled angrily: "Golden Winged Demon Venerable is the supreme powerhouse of the demon clan, how could you, a little Taoist priest in the world, be able to insult you?"

"Kneel down and repent, or you will be destroyed physically and mentally!"

"Destroyed in form and spirit?"

Su Ming smiled contemptuously.

"Come on, let me see how powerful Jiaolong is."

"This king suppresses you with only one hand."

His face was full of contempt, and he rolled his hands to suppress Su Ming.With a twist of Su Ming's palm, the sharp breath of the Gendan Liangyin Spear rushed straight out.

Su Ming stood up from the ground, held the gentian silver gun and killed him.

There were so many gun shadows that he had nowhere to escape.

"Sky Thunder Palm!"

Under the cover of Su Ming's left hand, he unleashed his demonic power and transformed into a phantom dragon...

boom!
He was directly pressed to the ground, the floor crumbled and pieces flew around.

The spear strangled towards the opponent like a dragon coming out of water.

His eyes were wide open, and he fled back in panic.

"Where are you going!"

"go with!"

The gentian bright silver spear turned into a white light and whizzed away, piercing through the body of the dragon at the peak of the Demon King Realm.

puff!
He opened his mouth and spurted blood, his eyeballs protruding from his sockets, full of disbelief.

He actually spilled blood on Lanruo Temple? !
Su Ming grabbed the palm of his hand, and the gentian silver gun returned to his hand. He jumped up, and the spear slammed down on the opponent.

The ground of Lanruo Temple exploded, the walls jumped, and the gate of the mountain was completely destroyed.

Terrible destructive power.

The demon king was directly knocked to the ground, and he didn't have the strength to get up from the ground at all.

The other guy was terrified.

He didn't think about saving the bug on the ground, but showed his original shape and flew away into the distance.

Su Ming took the opportunity to jump on him.

"Look at my young master peeling your leather to make shoes, and pulling your tendons to make shoelaces."

Su Ming stood on his back, no matter how he swayed, he remained completely still.

The fear in his heart was infinitely magnified, and he had never encountered such a strange thing in the thousand years of practice.

It was hard for him to imagine that a little Taoist priest could defeat the two demon kings without any effort...

One of them was at the peak of the Demon King Realm.

Su Ming said indifferently: "If it's not for my scruples, but because I'm in the holy land of Buddhism, you don't even have the chance to fight with me, and I can suppress you with a single hand."

He yelled in panic, "Who the hell are you?"

"You are not entitled to know my name."

The gentian silver gun was drawn from the palm of his hand, and the tip of the gun picked off his scales, and blood splashed like rain for a while.

"Go down!"

Su Ming's whole body exuded a terrifying aura, and Jiaolong's huge body suddenly froze and fell straight to the ground.

The earth shook and dust filled the air.

Su Ming cast a spell to suppress the dust, and jumped off the dragon. The gentian silver spear pierced into the dragon's body and slammed it...

The dragon's tendons flew into the air along with the blood.

Su Ming reached out to catch it, and pulled it hard. The toughness is good, and it can be made into a magic weapon.

The dragon that had been picked out of the dragon's tendons rolled on the ground in pain.

He can't live anymore.

Su Ming waved his hand and said, "Jun'er, Yi'er, you suck up his blood essence."

"Master!"

Jun'er yelled in shock.

They really dare not.

If it was in the wilderness, they might not refuse, but let them suck the blood of the dragon in front of them here...

They are really scared.

The Jiaolong family is the royal family of the monster clan, with a great reputation.

What's more, there is a big guy at the peak of the Demon King Realm staring at them.

Su Ming frowned slightly, "You don't have to worry, no one would dare to attack you without me."

"Master, but, but..."

"Nothing but."

Su Ming said slightly displeased: "He is also a demon king after all. If you suck his blood essence and refine his demon soul, you are enough to break through to the demon king realm. Don't you want to revive the cat demon clan?"

Jun'er and Yi'er looked at each other, knowing that Su Ming couldn't be stubborn, so they had to follow his orders.

They tiptoed to Jiaolong's side, Su Ming stepped up to the top of Jiaolong's head and slapped it with his palm, and dozens of drops of blood that exuded powerful monster power flew out from Jiaolong's body.

Su Ming didn't care if Jun'er and the others were willing or not, he raised his hand and injected the dragon's essence blood into their bodies...

The power of the dragon's essence and blood erupted in an instant, and the surface of their bodies was lingering with light as if they were burning.

They frowned tightly, showing pain on their faces.

Su Ming stepped forward and came in front of them, pointing his fingers between their eyebrows, helping them refine the dragon's blood essence.

In just a few minutes, their aura began to rise rapidly, and they were about to break through the shackles and break through to the Demon King Realm, but they still couldn't get past the hurdle.

Su Ming shook his head helplessly, it seemed that they had to rely on the dragon's demon soul to make them break through.

The other dragon lying on the ground widened its eyes in horror, receiving a great visual impact.

A few minutes to refine the demon king's blood essence? !
How can it be!

Su Ming cast a spell to draw out the dragon's demon soul, and shook out a magic talisman to put it away.

His eyes fell on Jiaolong who was at the peak of the Demon King Realm, and he said casually: "You are lucky, I will save your life first, and I will deal with you slowly when the young master is free."

He was about to burst into tears, his eyes were red as if spurting blood, "My Jiaolong clan is attached to the Qinglong clan, if you dare to kill a member of the Jiaolong clan, you will die a terrible death!"

"I don't know if I will die well, but you will die anyway."

A wicked smile appeared on the corner of Su Ming's mouth.

"Master, let me borrow your golden bowl."

Su Ming turned his head to look at Monk Kongwen, who was dazed and hesitant.

Su Ming didn't care whether he agreed or not, he went up and groped in his embroidered robe.

Monk Kongwen: "..."

Su Ming took out the golden bowl, and slapped the seal on the bottom of the golden bowl. The golden bowl emitted golden light and enveloped the dragon at the peak of the Demon King Realm. His figure shrank rapidly, and he was taken into the golden bowl...

Su Ming smiled in satisfaction, and handed the golden bowl to Monk Kongwen, "Master, keep it for me for a few days."

He shivered and shook his head hastily, "Let's keep the golden bowl on your body first, and return it to me when you're done using it."

Su Ming joked, "Is Master Kongwen afraid?"

"afraid?"

He tried his best to deny it, "Do you think this old monk will be afraid of a monster?"

While speaking, Su Ming put the golden bowl in his hand.His face changed slightly, and he threw the golden bowl away.

(End of this chapter)