I, Suiren, will teach Ziyi how to make stockings.

It was Demon Four who issued the order, but as Demon Four broke through the air, a big hand grabbed Demon Four's neck and disappeared on the spot.

"Fellow Daoist, please spare my life..." This time, Ye Chongren didn't say a word. Six hundred and ninety kinds of magical powers burst out and crushed the head of Demon Four with one hand.

If you look closely, you can see that Ye Chongren has extracted the essence of Demon Four.

Ye Chongren has been doing this since he killed Demon Two.

Ye Chongren has decided that from the moment Master Wen and his party open up the cave world, Ye Chongren will use the origin of the innate gods and demons to lay a solid foundation for them.

With Ye Chongren's help, their cultivation can be improved rapidly.

In particular, Ye Chongren has also upgraded his martial arts, which can quickly create a group of Daluo Jinxian.

"Oh, I didn't expect that after walking around, I still came here." Looking at Juelong Ridge, Master Wen remembered what his master had said to him. In his life, the thing he most hated to encounter was the word "Jue".

According to Master Wen's idea, he should avoid it as much as possible.

But now it seems that the chances are slim.

Judging from the previous situation, Master Wen already felt that something was wrong, so he looked around.

I just felt the mountain was steep and my heart was trembling inexplicably.

"What are you doing here, fellow Taoist?" Looking around, Wen Zhong soon saw a Taoist wearing a water-soluble Taoist robe and asked immediately.

This person is Mo Wu, who came specifically to kill Wen Zhong.

"Wen Zhong, I have been waiting respectfully for a long time, following Jiang Ziya's orders.

"Wen Zhong, this is Juelong Ridge. You are in a desperate situation, why don't you surrender?" Staring at Wen Zhong, Mo Wu laughed, because the mission was about to be completed.

According to the plan, after dealing with Wen Zhong, the general attack will be almost completed.

However, if they could pass the five levels and consume all the generals of Chaoge, they could force Emperor Xin to commit suicide.

As long as Emperor Xin dies, the fate of the human race will fall on Ji Fa. When humanity is revived, it can only submit to the will of heaven.

"Asshole, do you think I, Wen Zhong, am a three-year-old kid?

This place is just called Juelong Ridge, not a real Jedi. Who are you trying to fool?

Moreover, you and I are both practitioners of Taoism. Who would believe such words?

"Today I will fight you to the bitter end, and see what you can do to me." To conceal his inner panic, Wen Zhong pointed his golden whip at Mo Wu and shouted angrily.

"Oh, then let's have a fight." Mo Wu was eager to be able to fight openly, so he directly let Wen Zhong fight.

Of course, more preparation is needed before the battle.

Demon Five rubbed thunder with his hands, and suddenly eight pillars of divine fire rose from the ground. They were more than three feet high and more than ten feet long and round. They were arranged according to the eight trigrams: Qian, Kan, Gen, Zhen, Xun, Li, Kun, and Dui.

It just happened to trap Wen Zhong who was rushing over.

"Hahaha, you want to trap me with this kind of magic?

I have the protection of the Yin Shang Dynasty's destiny, you are no match for me." Facing the Heaven-reaching Divine Fire Pillar, Wen Zhong didn't take it seriously at all and laughed immediately.

"Really?" Mo Wu laughed as he rubbed Thunder with his hands again.

As Demon Five raised his hand, forty-nine fire dragons appeared in each pillar, with flames rising.

“Everyone will escape from the spirit of the earth;

Everyone can master the art of fire.

Do you think I can't use this kind of magic?" Wen Zhong didn't care about the scene in front of him at all.

This kind of low-level magic can be dealt with by the fire-avoidance technique.

Wen Zhong was seen practicing the fire-avoidance technique and standing there, motionless as a bell.

Mo Wu did not answer, but continued to release flames, wrapping Wen Zhong.

"Fellow Daoist, if this is the extent of your Taoist magic, then I won't keep you company any longer. I'm leaving!" Wen Zhong rose up and was about to leave in a flash of light.

"Is that so?" He raised his hand and the purple gold bowl of Master Ran Deng appeared in the air, directly covering Wen Zhong.

Wen Zhong had no idea of ​​this trap. He rushed upwards and fell into the range of the purple gold bowl, and hit it hard.

"Not good." Feeling the headache coming from his head, Wen Zhong realized that he had been fooled.

But it was too late. The Nine Cloud Flame Crown fell from the sky, and his long black hair was scattered, looking extremely embarrassed.

"Wen Zhong, do you still think that Juelong Ridge is not your burial place?" Controlling the purple-gold bowl, Mo Wu burst out with flames, and the lightning inside it flashed and soon submerged Wen Zhong.