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Chapter 115 A tough opponent!  Curse of the Blackwater

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    The roar of the sandstorm mixed with the roar of the cursed Blackwater River. The sky above the Blackwater River was filled with gloomy clouds and gloomy winds.

    The water of the Blackwater River is highly poisonous. As long as the cursed water wets the enemy's body, the enemy's mana and physical strength will be quickly sucked away.

    Little Bailong, sand monks, Zhu Bajie and Sun Wukong were so wet by the Heishui River River, and the mana and physical strength were sucked. Eventually, on the Heishui River, it was defeated to Jie Jie.

    Now, seeing Tang Monk being soaked by the water of the Black Water River, Mao Jie laughed wildly, "Tang Monk, now all four of your disciples have been defeated by me, and even you have been wet by the water of my Black Water River."  , let¡¯s see how long you can hold on!¡±

    Tang Seng clearly noticed that his mana and physical energy were flowing away like a flood from the place wetted by the cursed water.

    "Hmph! Mao Jie, I have long seen that there is something wrong with the water of the Blackwater River. Where did you learn such a magic method?"

    Mao Jie's black lips squeezed together, and his eyes shone with admiration. He clenched his hands into fists and said with a pious expression: "My master, this is the master's gift! Many people think that the water of the Blackwater River is mine.  My resentment was transformed. I am indeed filled with resentment, but it cannot reach the level of polluting the water of a river."

    Like a crazy believer, he made a harsh voice, "It's the master! The great master has given me power!"

    Tang Monk frowned, "Your master? You're not talking about Guanyin, are you? Impossible."

    Mao Jie said indifferently: "My master promised me that as long as I kill the Buddhist pilgrims, he will help me wash the city of Chang'an with blood, let the Tang Dynasty be filled with bones, and bury my father who died unjustly. Hypocritical Yuan Shoucheng, Wei Zheng and others deserve to die  Li Shimin must pay the price! My father's blood feud can be avenged!"

    Tang Monk said: "Your father? Even if the Dragon King of Jinghe was really unjustly killed, you should not seek revenge from the Tang Dynasty. Your father died because he violated the laws of heaven. Why not attack the Nantianmen and seek revenge from the Jade Emperor?"  Woolen cloth?"

    Mao Jie sneered, "Do you think I will let the Jade Emperor go? It's just that the master's mission is to kill the scripture collector first! After we slaughter the Tang Dynasty, we will naturally settle the score with the Heavenly Court!"

    At this time, Tang Seng could conclude that the "master" mentioned by Jie Jie could not be Guanyin.  Although Guanyin asked the demons to prevent the pilgrims from going west and create hardships for the pilgrims, they would never allow the pilgrims to suffer substantial harm.

    Now, the purpose of Master Jie Jie is to kill the pilgrims and threaten to massacre the Tang Dynasty. This plan, which is not heard by many people, is hundreds of times crueler than massacring the Baoxiang Kingdom and the Wuji Kingdom on the Xitian Road.

    Tang Monk said seductively: "Who is your master?"

    Mao Jie said with a ferocious smile: "When I kill you bald donkey and dedicate your bald donkey's bald head to my master, you will naturally know who my master is!"

    Mao Jie swung the steel whip and hit Tang Monk on the head. Tang Monk held down the Jiuxi Zen staff, and the countless power and magic power of the Qiankun Ring continued to flow over him.

    "The power of prehistoric times!"

    A powerful ancient power was injected into Tang Monk's arms through the Qiankun Precious Ring, and finally condensed on the Jiuxi Zen Staff.

    The steel whip and the nine-tin Zen staff represent the torrent of steel on the turbulent Blackwater River.

    Seeing that Tang Monk's strength showed no sign of weakening even though he was wetted by the water of the Blackwater River, Mao Jie was shocked.

    He fell into deep self-doubt, "How could this happen?"

    With the blessing of the prehistoric power, Tai Jie's steel whip was shaken so much that he almost lost his hand. The palm of his hand split open and thick green blood oozed out. He staggered, fell from the sky above the Blackwater River, and landed in the river.

    Tang Monk said proudly: "Your disgusting river water is indeed very weird. Several of my disciples were all sucked by you with river water for mana and physical energy, and you defeated them. It's a pity that your evil water can't do anything."  Can¡¯t touch me!¡±

    Mao Jie's eyes widened. He saw that Tang Monk was in high spirits and full of energy, without any signs of poisoning. He felt melancholy.

    "My master has clearly said that as long as the enemy gets wet by the river water, his magic power and physical energy will be reduced sharply, and he will become a cripple. Why does it not work when it comes to Tang Monk?"

    How did Mao Jie know that the Qiankun Precious Ring on the index finger of Tang Seng's right hand continuously provided Tang Seng with mana and physical energy, as if the never-ending life and magical hot springs nourished Tang Seng.

    In this case, even if Tang Monk takes a bath in the Blackwater River, the physical energy and magic power sucked by the cursed water can be replenished by the Qiankun Ring in an instant.

    Tang Seng ShuangTwo cold rays of light emitted from his eyes, "Miao Jie, you actually didn't hesitate to use corrupt spells to murder me and my disciples. I must teach you a lesson today!"

    Mao Jie's steel whip hit the Heishui River, and the Heishui River let out a low roar, and then a black rose made of black water bloomed on the Heishui River.

    When the black roses were scattered, each petal turned into a black water dragon. Dozens of jet-black cursed water dragons roared and attacked Tang Monk.

    Tang Monk activated the spell.

    "Light spell, the light of the seven gods!"

    Seven colors of red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple flashed on the Blackwater River. Thousands of beams of light turned into sharp swords and fought towards the cursed dragons. The water dragons let out miserable screams, and in a moment they turned into skeletons.  The dead souls floated into the bleak sky.

    Mao Jie was shocked. Tang Monk swung the Nine-Xi Zen Staff and shot out the light of the Seven Gods.

    The speed of light was too fast. Miao Jie was directly penetrated by thousands of beams of light. Honeycomb-shaped wounds appeared on her body. Dark green cursed blood splashed out from her body.

    He fell into the Blackwater River and sank.

    Tang Monk sneered and said, "I didn't expect that dealing with a small dragon would actually waste so much of my time."

    ?? A burst of laughter came from the Blackwater River.

    The water surface broke, and Miao Jie held a steel whip in his hand, standing on the black waves of the river. The black river water dripped from his hair, fingers, and clothes.

    Tang Monk looked at Miao Jie in surprise.

    ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? The body of Mao Jie, which was originally scarred by the light of the seven gods, showed no sign of any wound where it was bathed in the river.

    In the Heishui River, Miao Jie seemed to have become an immortal god.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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