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Chapter 296 The Poison Stake of Hell!  Tang Monk vs. Hell Messenger

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    The Messenger of Hell used the blood-red skull gem to knock out Sun Wukong. He picked up the staff and smashed it into Sun Wukong's face.

    After all, Sun Wukong has a copper head and an iron brain. He only fainted for a while and then regained consciousness. He picked up the golden hoop and blocked the scepter.

    Tang Seng on the side was overjoyed.

    The Messenger of Hell was shocked. Sun Wukong stood up, turned sideways and waved the golden hoop, hitting the Messenger of Hell's staff heavily.

    The huge impact caused the surrounding earth to tremble violently, and a scarlet sandstorm rolled up on the scarlet sand.

    Sun Wukong sacrificed three heads and six arms, transformed three golden hoops, and besieged the messenger of hell.

    Facing a melee master like Sun Wukong, the Hell Messenger quickly became unable to stop him during the close combat with Sun Wukong. He retreated more than ten feet away with a smile.

    Sun Wukong cheered up and rushed forward again.

    The Messenger of Hell fired three skull needles, extremely swiftly, and pierced Sun Wukong between his eyebrows.

    At this time, Sun Wukong was in a state of three heads and six arms, with eyes as bright as a torch. He keenly saw the sudden skull needles, swung the golden cudgel, and shot down the first two skull needles, but the third skull needle pierced the center of Sun Wukong's eyebrows.

    The blood seemed to solidify in an instant, and the severe cold gripped him. Sun Wukong felt that his whole body was shrouded in severe cold, as if he was in the belly of an ice dragon.

    Three heads and six arms hugged each other with trembling sounds.

    Amid the mad laughter of the messenger from hell, Sun Wukong¡¯s golden cudgel was coated with a layer of cursed frost. The golden cudgel instantly became bitingly cold and extremely smooth.

    The Messenger of Hell took the opportunity to hit Sun Wukong with his staff. Sun Wukong was tied up by a layer of hell ropes. The Messenger of Hell kicked Sun Wukong lightly, and Sun Wukong flew into the valley.

    Although Sun Wukong was caught, Tang Monk did not panic at all.

    After all, Tang Monk and all the Ring Spirits are closely connected by the blood of the Ring Spirits. As long as Tang Monk calls softly, the Ring Spirits will return to the ring.

    "The things Tang Seng is best at are: subduing demons and eliminating demons, and the other is protecting his apprentices.

    The Messenger of Hell jumped into the valley triumphantly.

    "Haha! Tang Seng, all four of your apprentices are in my hands. Now I want to kill them one by one. I"

    It was only then that the Hell Messenger realized something was wrong.

    Because Zhu Bajie, Sha Seng and Xiao Bailong, who were knocked unconscious and surrendered by him, all disappeared without a trace.

    The Messenger of Hell was shocked. He looked at Tang Seng and said, "Where did you save all your disciples?"

    Tang Monk made a face and said, "While you were busy fighting Wukong, I just saved my apprentice!"

    "Hmph! It's your ability to save him. I also have your most powerful disciple, Sun Wukong, in my hands. I will kill your disciple right now in front of you."

    Tang Monk stroked the Qiankun Ring and said, "If you want to kill me, just kill me. Don't be polite!"

    Sun Wukong smiled evilly and said: "Hell Messenger, if you can kill me in front of my master, you have the ability!"

    The Hell Messenger¡¯s Messenger Scepter hit Sun Wukong on the head without mercy.

    Summon the Nazgul!

    Sun Wukong turned into a white light and returned to the Qiankun Ring.

    The Messenger of Hell was shocked. He looked around blankly, wondering where Sun Wukong had escaped.

    "Tang Monk, was it you who rescued Sun Wukong again?"

    Tang Monk proudly fiddled with the Nine-Xi Zen Staff, "Of course, on the way to the Western Heaven to obtain Buddhist scriptures, Buddhism, Heaven, Demon Realm, Sanxian and even Dragon Palace all want to hunt and kill Buddhist scripture seekers. I am a father and a mother every day.  My disciples must be protected."

    The Messenger of Hell said seductively: "Okay! I'll kill you first, and then see where you can hide your disciple!"

    Tang Monk held down the Jiuxi Zen staff, danced his brocade cassock, and fought with the messenger of hell.

    The scarlet poisonous gas around him was getting stronger and stronger, and Tang Monk couldn't tell whether it was the poisonous gas from Qijue Mountain or the demonic aura emitted by the Hell Messenger.

    The two of them flew into the 800-mile Qijue Mountain filled with poisonous mist.

    The disciples were rescued by Tang Seng right under his nose, which made the Hell Messenger feel very embarrassed.

    The eyes of the Messenger of Hell were like pitch-black abyss, and he was filled with murderous intent, like a wild beast out of its cage, eager to devour Tang Monk.

    Tang Monk became a poem dancing gracefully under his brocade cassock, and the poisonous mist around him became thicker and thicker.

    The Messenger of Hell urges you toWith these words, Tang Monk's Jiuxi Zen Staff was coated with a layer of frost. Tang Monk immediately used the rain and dew of the universe to purify the Jiuxi Zen Staff.

    With the skull needle in his hand, the hell messenger shot out a handful of skull needles and hit Tang Seng's heart, eyebrows, and eyes respectively, but Tang Seng swung the Jiuxi Zen staff in his hand and knocked them down one by one.

    The skull needles all fell into the dust.

    "Hell Messenger, you are so despicable. Since you used poisonous needles, I will not be polite to you!"

    Tang Monk shot out the scorpion poisonous needle. The scorpion poisonous needle was shot out. The hell messenger seemed too lazy to defend himself. The scorpion poisonous needle hit the hell messenger between the eyebrows.

    "Great! Messenger of Hell, just wait and die from the poison!"

    The Hell Messenger pulled out the poisonous sting with his hand and smiled disdainfully, "Scorpion poisonous sting? A small trick!"

    This is a unique hidden weapon given to Tang Seng by the scorpion spirit Xie Zihan. It is filled with highly poisonous food. Tang Seng thought that after the hell messenger was poisoned, he would slowly die from the poison.

    Unexpectedly, the Hell Messenger didn't care at all. He took the stinger, put it in his mouth, and swallowed it in one gulp.

    Tang Seng was dumbfounded, "Is this all okay?"

    "There are snakes and scorpions everywhere in the Demon Realm. Compared with the Sinking Scorpion King, your scorpion venom is nothing. I want you to see what a real poison master is!"

    The poisonous gas produced by hundreds of years of rotten persimmons in Qijue Mountain clings to the air. If a mortal passes by Qijue Mountain, he will be directly killed by the poisonous gas here.

    The scepter in the hand of the Hell Messenger let out a ghostly sigh, and the poisonous gas around it condensed in the Hell Messenger's hand.

    Tang Monk was surprised to see that in the hand of the Hell Messenger, a dark temple filled with poisonous gas appeared faintly. Then, the dark temple turned into a pile of snakes, scorpions, centipedes, geckos, and toads.

    "Hell's poison pile!"

    The Hell Messenger struck out a palm, and the poisonous gas brewing in his palm instantly exploded in Qijue Mountain, causing the earth to tremble violently.

    A wooden pile as white as bone appeared in front of Tang Seng. Tang Seng originally saw the shadows of poisonous scorpions, poisonous snakes, and toads in the palm of the Hell Messenger. He thought that the Hell Messenger would summon a group of poisonous insects.

    The result was just a dry wooden pile with two listless skulls inlaid on it. On the wooden pile, there was a rusty iron chain.

    Tang Monk sneered, "The poison pile of hell? Where is the poison? Where is the hell? Oh my God! Please let hell bury me!"

    At this time, the listless skull on the poison pile of hell suddenly smiled ferociously.

    The inconspicuous rusty chain suddenly attacked Tang Seng with lightning speed, strangled him and pinned him on the poisonous stake.

    Tang Seng originally thought that he could use his prehistoric power to easily break the chains on the poison pile, but unexpectedly, the rusty old chains tightened tighter and tighter.

    The skull emits a scarlet light, and in the halo of hell, poisonous insects surround the poisonous pile, crawling all over it.

    The manticore, the plump snake-like woman, the toad bigger than the elephant, the centipede comparable to the giant dragon, the poisonous snakes more than ten feet long, all swarmed in groups, tearing the earth apart and surrounding Tang Seng.

    Tang Monk said miserably: "This is terrible!" (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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