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Chapter 153 Bingfeng Butcher!  Cursed Snow of Tongtian River

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    As a fish in the lotus pond of Putuo Mountain in the Guanyin Dojo, the Inspiration King is only in the middle stage of Tianxian, and his strength is comparable to that of Zhu Bajie.

    However, with the blessing of the devil's power, the Inspiration King actually relied on the inconspicuous red copper hammer in his hand to easily defeat Xiao Bailong, Zhu Bajie and Sha Seng, and threw them into the Tongtian River.

    The inspiration king of Tongtian River obtained powerful dark power by sacrificing his soul.

    The King of Inspiration stood in the billowing demonic aura of the Tongtian River, his nostrils pointed upward, looking at Tang Monk, his eyes full of mockery.

    "Your little white dragon, Zhu Bajie, and Sha Seng have all been imprisoned by me. They will struggle, despair, suffocate, and die in the abyss of the Tongtian River." He licked his purple lips, "I want to watch life  The fire gradually extinguished in their eyes, watching their souls slide towards the edge of darkness."

    Tang Monk said disdainfully: "You defeated my disciple by relying on the power of the devil, not your own ability."

    When he mentioned the devil, the Inspiration King immediately became humble, "Yes, it was the devil master who gave me all these. I will dedicate them to my devil master. This time, I finally avenge my sister Long!"  "

    Tang Monk frowned, "Your demon master should be the messenger from hell, right? Did he give you a skeleton pill?"

    Heishuihe Jiejie was the skeleton dan who took the hell messenger to fall into a demon, and the mana increased greatly.

    The king of inspiration in front of him, whether it was his eyes, lips or even the evil energy emanating from the river around him, reminded Tang Seng of the Blackwater River.

    Tang Monk smiled and said: "Even if the messenger from hell gives you the Skeleton Pill, what can it do? Heishuihe Shaojie took the Skeleton Pill and was also surrendered by me. The omnipotent demon master in your mouth, watching helplessly  His servants of darkness were surrendered by me, but they were too frightened to show their faces."

    "How dare you question the Demon Master?" King Inspiration's face became ferocious. "The Demon Master would kill you as easily as crushing an ant, but he doesn't bother to take action! Moreover, you are wrong about my master.  His name is not the messenger of hell!"

    Not a hell messenger?  Are there other minions of the Demon Lord?  Tang Seng and Sun Wukong exchanged suspicious looks.

    Sun Wukong said: "I always thought that you were also the bastard of the Messenger of Hell, but it turns out you are not! Who is your demon master? Tell me and tell me, Sun."

    The King of Inspiration clasped his hands together as if praying, and slowly opened his purple lips.

    "Bingfeng Butcher!"

    When the King of Inspiration said this name, a strong wind blew up, the wind was biting, and the sky and the earth seemed to be frozen. In the spring season of March, heavy snow fell from the sky, and for a while, Qiongyao was covered with auspicious snow.

    Tang Monk wrapped his brocade cassock tightly, "This is too evil. Just by saying Bingfeng Butcher's name, spring turned into deep winter, and heavy snow fell from the sky."

    Sun Wukong glared at the King of Inspiration with disdain, "Master, didn't Old Chen from Chenjiazhuang tell us? This King of Inspiration usually calls for wind and rain, and blesses Chenjiazhuang with good weather and good weather. If he can call for wind and rain, he can also make snow fall."

    "It's snowing a little, pretending to be a ghost, just to scare me. Do you really think I'm the Monkey King? I've never heard of the Bingfeng Butcher. I guess he's a butcher who cooks sheep and slaughters cattle."

    The hands of the Inspiration King holding the nine-petal red copper hammer began to tremble, and he said in a trembling voice: "Youyou actually dare to slander my master?"

    Sun Wukong made a face, "Yeah! Bullshit Bingfeng Butcher, shit Bingfeng Butcher, he is just like flies, fleas, mice, vulnerable."

    The anger of the inspiration king erupts like a volcano.  He turned into a ray of red light and forced himself in front of Sun Wukong. When the Inspiration King appeared again, the nine-petal red copper hammer smashed down and collided with the golden hoop, causing sparks to fly.

    Sun Wukong and the King of Inspiration were fighting in the air. With the blessing of the devil's power, the nine-petal red copper hammer seemed to be imbued with infinite power. The weapons roared and performed the torrent of steel on the Tongtian River.

    Snowflakes continued to fall on Sun Wukong's body. The cold seemed to restrict Sun Wukong, slowing down the blood circulation in his body. Sun Wukong's hands and head even trembled due to the severe cold.

    The bone-chilling chill aroused Sun Wukong's vigilance.

    As the Taiyi Golden Immortal, neither the cold nor the heat can disturb Sun Wukong. Whether it is the polar ice cave or Taishang Laojun's Bagua furnace, Sun Wukong is at home like a fish in water, coming and going with ease.

    Now, the heavy snow on the Tongtian River actually made Sun Wukong feel a bone-chilling chill.

      The snowflakes in the cold wind fell on him, and Sun Wukong felt that all his mana and vitality were trembling in the cold wind.

    Tang Seng also noticed something unusual.

    King Yinjiao helped Tang Seng improve the Jinlan Kasaya in the Qiankun Baojie universe, giving the Jinlan Kasaya a certain degree of defense.  Although the snowflakes that fell on the brocade cassock instantly turned into black smoke and disappeared into the sky of snowflakes, Tang Monk's neck and face were still kissed by the snowflakes.

    The place kissed by the snowflakes felt as cold as falling into an abyss. The whole face was frozen and the neck became stiff. The vitality and mana in the whole body seemed to be frozen by the snowflakes.

    Tang Monk shouted at Wukong, "Wukong, be careful, this snow is obviously not normal!"

    The nine-petal red copper hammer hit him, and the strength in Sun Wukong's hands, which was frozen all over, gradually gave out, and he stumbled to the ground.

    The King of Inspiration laughed wildly, "Sun Wukong, accept the punishment of the demon master! If you curse the demon master, the demon master wants me to smash your mouth!"

    "Smash his mouth!"

    "Crush his body!"

    ¡°Use the blood of your enemies to please your master!¡±

    For a moment, the devil's whisper seemed to echo throughout the Tongtian River, resounding throughout the world.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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