Chapter 2487

"Don't worry when you are angry."

At this time, the abstinence monk said, "master Qianming is not a devil. He is just infected by the devil spirit."

"Just extract the magic Qi from his body and he will return to normal!"

"Impregnated by magic gas?"

In the face of anger, his anger remained unabated: "where was he infected by the evil spirit? Why didn't the suspension Temple listen?"

"It's a shame for such a thing to happen to the Great Buddha!"

"Martial uncle linnu, let's wait."

The abstinence monk said lightly, "the man named Cheng Feng may help us find the answer."

After the words, the abstinence eyes glowed with gold and watched the war from a distance.

On the battlefield, Cheng Feng blew dozens of fists with the old monk Qianming.

Every punch was full of fire and broke into nothingness.

If you were someone else, you would be blown up every minute.

Although Cheng Feng was strong, he also had a headache at this time.

Because he was at a disadvantage in this bombing.

Every punch of old monk Qianming can beat it back.

Moreover, with the passage of time, the strength of the old monk Qianming is still increasing.

"Is this the power of the devil?"

Cheng Feng was surprised: "if it goes on like this, I'm afraid I'll lose in the hands of this old thing!"

The change of old monk Qianming gave Cheng Feng a superficial understanding of the power of the devil.

It's no wonder that the devil army can sweep the heavens and the world. It really has something special.

"Cheng Feng, the Qianming old monk should have been demonized by a demon spirit."

Nalan's voice sounded in Cheng Feng's ear: "his strength is eighteen thousand miles worse than the real devil."

"What? Is the devil so terrible?"

Cheng Feng was not calm.

Old monk Qianming is so powerful, but he is still far from the real devil.

When he meets the real devil, isn't Cheng Feng powerless to fight back?

And Cheng Feng is still the best among the martial artists!

"Cheng Feng, don't think about it."

Nalan comforted: "the reason why old monk Qianming can surpass you is that his cultivation is too much stronger than you."

"If you are in the same realm, you can crush it!"

"Uncle Nalan, what if a true devil is in the same state with me?"

"True devil, also with many kinds."

Nalan pondered for a moment: "according to my calculation, in the same realm, you should be able to compete with the weakest real devil!"

"Ah? I can only compare with the weakest real devil?"

Cheng Feng's cheek twitched.

He thought that in the same realm, he could at least keep pace with most real demons.

As a result, they can only compete with the weakest real devil.

This is a big blow to Cheng Feng!

"Cheng Feng, true demons are descendants of gods and demons. They are inherently stronger than other races."

Nalan said, "it's precious that you can compare with the weakest real devil."

"Of course, you can be stronger."

"As long as you cultivate Jiujie undead body to the peak level, your life form will be able to degenerate nine times."

"At that time, I will be able to match the top real devil."

"Even, surpass it!"

"Jiujie undead body?"

Cheng Feng had a strong desire for cultivation in his heart.

However, these are later words. At present, what Cheng Feng needs to do most is to defeat the demonized old monk Qianming.

Boom, boom ~

After the old monk Qianming was demonized, the speed became super fast, a little faster than Cheng Feng.

While they were breathing, they fought thousands of fists.

He beat Cheng Feng back thousands of steps, and there were signs of hitting on his fist.

Cheng Feng is really weak in the simple competition.

"Madder, it's not a way to go on like this."

Cheng Feng is a little depressed.

He had thought that he had survived the black sun storm and became the first weight of the undead body.

This time out of difficulties will sweep the whole audience.

I never thought that I would be defeated by the old monk Qianming.

"By the way, the demonization of old monk Qianming was caused by the attack of demonic Qi."

Cheng Feng suddenly had a flash of light and thought, "if I get the magic Qi out of old monk Qianming's body, his demonization will disappear."

"When I want to defeat him, it's not as easy as crushing an ant?"

"But the question is, how can I get the evil Qi out of his body?"

Just then, hum ~ ~

The magic knife on Cheng Feng's back suddenly trembled.

Pass Cheng Feng a feeling of extreme longing.

It wants to eat, eat the things in the body of old monk Qianming!

"Behead the devil?"

Aware of this scene, Cheng Feng's eyes lit up: "cutting the devil is a magic soldier. It must be able to devour the magic Qi."

"As long as I stab the beheader into the body of old monk Qianming, the evil Qi that invades old monk Qianming may be swallowed by the beheader."

Cheng Feng's guess is quite reasonable.

But the best choice is the God demon coffin.

In that coffin, a true demon was buried, and the magic Qi was the tonic it needed.

The existence in the demon coffin only needs to take a sip, and the magic Qi in the body of old monk Qianming is estimated to come out of his body.

However, the coffin of gods, demons and demons is not easy to control. If it becomes stronger after swallowing the magic Qi, it will lead to a greater scourge.

So it's safer to use the magic knife.

After making up his mind, Cheng Feng grabbed the magic knife in his hand.

Facing the old monk Qianming with a blow, he cut him directly.

Stab ~ ~

The magic knife cut the fist of the old monk Qianming, but it didn't cut in.

It was like cutting a layer of steel, making a harsh metal friction sound.

It turned out that the body of the old monk Qianming was covered with a layer of black scales.

In particular, the scales on the fist front are thicker. Even the edge of the cutting magic knife can't cut it through.

After a knife, only a small cut was made in the front of the fist, which did not hurt flesh and blood.

However, the cutting magic knife produced a unique attraction when it crossed the fist front of the old monk Qianming.

Like an invisible mouth, he sucked along the small opening.

Inhaled a small stream of black gas into the chopping magic knife.

Let the body of the cutting magic knife become deeper and deeper.

Sharpness has also increased a lot.

Cheng Feng took the knife and cut it again, stabbing ~ ~

The sharp chopping magic knife impressively cut a circle larger than just now in the body of old monk Qianming.

Suction ～～

Another black breath was sucked out of the body of old monk Qianming by the cutting magic knife and integrated into the blade.

Roar!!

The abnormality of the cutting magic knife made the old monk Qianming aware of the danger.

A pair of blood red eyes swept on the cutting magic knife and gave a fearful roar.

Unexpectedly, he abandoned Cheng Feng and rushed to the sky at full speed.

"Ha ha, it works!"

As for Cheng Feng, there was a happy flash on his face: "look at you old man, what tricks can you play."

After the voice fell, Cheng Feng took the step of catching the stars and taking the moon.

The whole man turned into a black lightning and went straight to the old monk Qianming.

Breathing, he caught up with the old monk Qianming.