Chapter 954: Subduing Demon Bell

"Panicked, what kind of system is this—what? The disciple of the Bright King is here?"

A scream woke up the consciousness.

Inside the cave, the golden-haired big tiger with muscular knots jumped up from the stone bed, very vigilant,

"The disciple of the Bright King, isn't that the so-called Great Shun Baron Xingyi Earl? Won't he come to catch the old woman? The old woman has been in seclusion for several years, and I can't wake her up. Wait, no, it was said that the page was turned, why come to seek old accounts?"

The hedgehog heard the little Great King talking to himself, and hurriedly explained.

"Wrong, wrong, Little Great King, not Great Shun Baron Xingyi Earl! Not Great Shun Baron Xingyi Earl!"

"Not?"

"It's a big rat!"

The hedgehog danced, and the snake berries stuck on its sharp thorns fell off.

"Big rat?"

So it's not the imperial court, scared me to death.

The golden-haired tiger stretched out its claws, scratched its lower hair eggs, and the tiger palm lifted halfway and put it down again.

It's not good to smell the taste in front of the little ones.

"Let it in."

"Yes!"

The hedgehog picked up the berries on the ground and turned away with them in its arms.

The golden-haired tiger swept its eyes, seeing the guards were serious, pretending that its nose was itchy, and brushed it inadvertently.

Ho!

The tiger palm lifted.

This rich and stimulating smell.

Worthy of me!

The male among males, the king among beasts!

Invincible!

The golden-haired tiger shook its hair, golden needle long hair drifted down, and sat on the stone stool with a big horse and a golden sword.

Thousands of torches were inserted on both sides of the cave, covering the entire cave in orange firelight. Outside was the pitch-black night, with faint tide mist.

Click.

Click.

The soles of the feet crushed the sand and stones, the torch shone on the flat face of the river otter, and the light and shadow intertwined. The round nose projected a shadow, covering half of the fierce scar that twisted like a snail.

Ten feet away, Scarface stood quietly in the cave, brown-yellow monk robe hanging down.

"I heard that the Diamond Bright King has a group of water rat followers, so they are not followers, but disciples? Looks fiercer than me."

The golden-haired tiger looked at Scarface up and down, rolled its throat, sank its Qi into its dantian, and the low and magnetic voice echoed in the cave.

"Disciple of the Bright King, why are you here?"

Scarface put his palms together and bowed.

"Seeking the Subduing Demon Golden Bell? Subduing Demon Great?"

The golden-haired tiger was startled, subconsciously touching the golden bell around its neck.

Great is fine, but the Subduing Demon Bell is its favorite toy, but the disciple of the Bright King came to ask for it—...

Sharp claws tapped lightly.

"Why seek the bell?"

A burst of squeaking.

"Eliminate demons?"

The golden-haired tiger was shocked.

The holy place of Buddhism in the world, actually has demons entering the hall?

Scarface nodded hard.

In just one year, it fought for three days and lost. That guy is no longer an ordinary demon!

Mortal flesh, can't subdue it!

Must sacrifice the magic weapon and strike hard!

Golden-haired tiger, the cub of the White Tiger King of the back mountain, has countless magic weapons, most of which restrain vicious demons!

Ding-ling ding-ling.

The golden-haired tiger lay flat on the stone stool, flicking the bell around its neck, extremely conflicted.

Everyone belongs to the holy beasts of Buddhism, and should be in the same hatred, eliminate demons and defend the way, and defend the glory of Buddhism, but it doesn't want to lend its favorite bell.

Heaven and man fighting.

Hey.

It's not easy to be a Great King, especially to be a good Great King that beasts believe in, fierce and dashing!

For a long time.

Ding-ling ding-ling.

Continuous bell sounds rang in the mountain forest. Some spirit monsters saw a rat carrying a big bone stick on its shoulder walking away in the stars.

"Ah-choo!"

In the small nest, Tatta Kai sneezed, continued to put its hands behind its back, and its chest stood higher.

"The flowers of the world in April have faded, and the peach blossoms in the mountain temple are beginning to bloom."

Liang Qu carried a hoe on his shoulder and looked back.

Tatta Kai carried a small bamboo basket and followed the Heavenly God to look back.

The eaves on the mountain top were covered with snow, and the foot of the mountain was wearing thin clothes. As soon as they came out of the Hanging Temple, the ambient temperature soared. Before noon, there was already a bit of summer stuffiness in the air.

The river otter and beaver families were scattered, crawling up and down the small stream.

"Be careful."

Liang Qu held hands, white boots landed, raised fine dust, Long Long Eying let go of the arm she was holding.

"Seeing a ghost, a Grandmaster needs to hold hands when jumping on a half-foot-high rock! Will sprain the ankle!" Long Yao couldn't help but nag, "What kind of digging bamboo shoots, it's clearly carrying bags for you two!"

"Ha, there are bamboo shoots!"

With a glance, Long Li rushed forward and waved the hoe.

Click.

The whole bamboo shoot broke and fell to the ground.

Liang Qu glanced: "Too old, can't eat."

"Ah? Then what kind can be eaten?"

Growing up in the water, naturally don't know how the mountain forest is. Digging bamboo shoots on the mountain is a novel experience for the Dragon-Human race.

"Hey hey hey, let me carry bags, but ignoring me completely is too much!"

"The so-called bamboo leaves are dense and the whip is powerful, three turns must have bamboo shoots—" Liang Qu stopped halfway,

the muscles on the side of his face tightened, "There is killing intent!"

Killing intent?

Long Yao and Long Li leaned back to back.

Among the river otters, Tatta Kai raised its head first, wrinkled its nose, and then stared dead at a certain place.

Bamboo leaves are dense, golden light is uneven.

Click, click.

Short hair fluttered in the wind.

A brown-yellow figure stepped on the withered leaves and slowly emerged from the bamboo forest. The breeze blew, and the green leaves rustled.

The moment it saw the opponent.

Tatta Kai's eyes flashed, flashing three parts of disdain, three parts of arrogance, three parts of contempt, but these emotions disappeared without a trace soon.

Scarface raised a golden bell.

Spirit weapon?

Liang Qu was surprised, seeing the essence of the bell at a glance, and not just the bell, Scarface was dragging a big bone stick as tall as a person behind it, round at both ends, straight in the middle, white as jade.

Not seen for a few days, Scarface changed its bird gun for a cannon?

Tatta Kai bared its sharp teeth, feeling a strong threat from the weapon, it quietly put down the bamboo basket, and twisted its feet.

!

A pit appeared, the figure galloped, and the short arms stretched out.

Strike first!

Ding-ling~

The golden bell rang, and the Sanskrit sound pierced the ears.

Invisible ripples spread, and Tatta Kai, who was charging, stiffened!

Good guy, rare mental attack!

The surprise in Liang Qu's heart was no longer enough to describe in words, curious about where Scarface got the treasure, but he soon discovered clues in a corner of the forest.

The stiff Tatta Kai reacted extremely quickly, quickly breaking free from the invisible restraint, and continued to charge after landing, hands crossed, five toes probing sharp claws, cold light flashing.

"Squeak! (Die!)"

Ding-ling!

The Sanskrit sound rang again, but Tatta Kai had an iron-like will, knew the effect, just paused slightly. Unfortunately, it was this slight pause, Scarface suddenly abandoned the bell, hugged its hands behind its back, and exerted force on its waist and abdomen.

Whoosh!

Bamboo leaves rose, and a huge bone stick stood in the air!

Step forward, smash down!

Tatta Kai's pupils dilated, watching the big bone stick fall in the air, it wanted to block, but it was a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

Clang!

The sound of gold and iron exploded, and the leaves rose.

A big pit half a meter wide was smashed out, and beneath the bone stick, Tatta Kai was planted into the mud pit like a head-down onion!

After one hit, Scarface twisted its waist and neck, smashed back again, six times in a row, ringing as one!

"Hey!"

The other river otters were shocked, stepped on the rocks, shuttled through the dense forest, and besieged. However, the monk robe fluttered, Scarface was not afraid, hugged the big bone stick, and waved it with all its might.

Clang clang clang!

One stick for one.

The big black rat flew out upside down.

Liang Qu's eyes twitched, water flow stretched out, and picked up the many river otters.

Swish swish swish!

Scarface shook the big bone stick twice, carried it on its shoulder, gave a thumbs-up to Tatta Kai, and then twisted it down fiercely.

Tatta Kai glared, couldn't catch its breath, tilted its head, and fainted.

The big beaver sighed to the sky.

Liang Qu suddenly looked to one side: "Did you give the bone stick and the bell?"

Discovered!

The golden-haired tiger's tail hair exploded, turned and wanted to escape, the vortex water turned into a big hand, and grabbed the back of the golden-haired tiger's neck, lifting it up.

"Little Great King! Little Great King save me!"

"Not good, not good, Little Great King was caught by a demon! Little Great King can't protect himself!"

"Demon, demon, go and invite the Old Great King to subdue the demon! The Hanging Temple has a demon!"

"Wow, die today, die if you save the Little Great King, wait for death, die for the country?"

This grab seemed to explode a rat's nest.

Noisy calls came from all directions in the bamboo forest, messy.

Long Li and Long Yao were shocked to look under the leaves, they didn't find these spirit monsters in the whole mountain at all before.

There are hedgehogs, bats, wild boars—...

Scarface was shocked, not noticing that it was being followed by beasts.

The spirit monsters all rushed up with high spirits, holding spears and forks, only the golden-haired tiger in Liang Qu's hand was wilted, like a big dog.

"Strange, just a great spirit monster, how can it speak?"

Liang Qu was confused.

Spirit beasts need to practice to the level of the human hunting tiger, to partially change body shape, and achieve the so-called "refining horizontal bones" in the storybook, speaking human language.

Not only spirit monsters, the golden-haired tiger in hand is also quite anthropomorphic, just now it clearly ran like a person, much stronger than the half-baked ones like sturgeon encountered before.

Fat catfish and others can't do it.

The vortex water hand swept across the army, hundreds of beasts rolled down, Liang Qu raised his hand and grabbed a bristling hedgehog.

"Let me go, let me go!"

The hedgehog struggled violently, and all the berries on its back shook off. ===== CHAPTER 955 =====