During the fight, Ye Shaoyang sold an opening and pretended to be forced to retreat. The old monk thought that he could take advantage of the opportunity, and he could sacrifice the Buddhist big handprint, and hit Ye Shaoyang's back, and Ye Shaoyang turned the yin and yang mirror with his backhand.
The old monk sneered.
Ye Shaoyang moved slowly and had to recite the mantra. He was afraid that after he finished the mantra, his big handprint would be on him, so he was determined to win it.
However, Young Master Ye did not recite mantras at all, but just pointed the Yin-Yang mirror at the old monk, and a figure flew out from it, followed by the second, and the third...
The members of the Ghostbusters Alliance who had been hiding in the Yin-Yang Mirror all flew out in one breath and rushed straight at the old monk.
The old monk was in a daze, and he was brought back to his senses. He was surrounded by a group, and everyone was not polite, and greeted him in various ways. No matter how strong the old monk was, he couldn't withstand the siege of so many people, so he was quickly recruited, and he was pressed to the ground and beaten up.
Ye Shaoyang rushed over, slapped down the old monk, and he fell far away. Although he quickly got up, he was also seriously injured. What are you thinking.
"Throw them all out, don't hurt anyone!" Ye Shaoyang ordered loudly.
As more people joined the battle, the situation of the battle immediately turned sharply. The seven or eight Pangu monks fought and retreated under the group fight, and were driven out from the Thunder Pool.
Ye Shaoyang and the others did not pursue, but according to the previous plan, Sibao unloaded the two sacks, took out the folding engineer shovel in his waist, and separated the bags, and a huge stench immediately filled the air.
"What is this!" The old monk also smelled the sour smell and cried out.
"Chicken manure, dog manure, horse manure, and the most smelly pig manure." Ye Shaoyang blinked at him.
"What!" The old monk and the few Pangu monks around him turned pale with shock, and then their faces flushed red, and they roared angrily, "How dare you pollute the Holy Land of Xuanyuan with such filth! You really deserve death!"
The old monk rushed over while roaring, but before he finished speaking, Sibao scooped up a pile of excrement mixed with various flavors with an engineer shovel, and threw it towards him.
The old monk was frightened, and flicked his sleeves in a hurry to bounce off the feces. He himself was fine, but he was still blinded by the stench. Looking at Ye Shaoyang and others, as long as they were human, they would use the prepared feces. Cotton swabs plugged the nose.
"Ah!" With a flick of his sleeve just now, a small amount of discrimination fell on the clothes of the few Pangu monks around him. Even though there was only a little bit, it was enough to make these people feel that they were desecrated. These Pangu monks have been in Xuanyuan for many years. Shan Qingxiu, who had never been in contact with this kind of filth, screamed one by one regardless of his appearance, shaking his cassock desperately, not knowing what to do.
"It's unreasonable, let's stop them together!" The old monk gave an order, and led everyone to rush forward, but what they got was a few shovelfuls of excrement from the Four Treasures in a row. He was also blocked, and was at a loss for a while.
"What are you waiting for, spray them again!" Ye Shaoyang told Xie Yuqing.
On Sibao's side, the feces were shoveled out one by one, piled on the edge of the Thunder Pond, and stretched down.
This is exactly part of their plan. When everyone was discussing their actions last night, they thought that the most difficult thing was that during the time when they were actually robbing the Thunder Pond and helping Xiao Jiu cross the Thunder Tribulation, the other party would definitely come in a steady stream. In the beginning, Ye Shaoyang couldn't move either, so he could only stick to his defense until Xiao Jiudu Tribulation succeeded. Therefore, this required a very powerful formation to delay the time as much as possible.
Ye Shaoyang and his group thought about it, and finally Lao Guo suddenly thought that no kind of formation could stop the comers, the only way was to use the sword to take the lead: instead of fighting with them for mana, he found some excrement, Sprinkle a circle around Leichi, so there are these two sacks of mixed feces.
Human mages can't touch these filth, or they will lose their magic power in a short time, so Lao Guo equipped them with rubber gloves, and the four treasures brought them along the way.
According to them, whether these Pangu monks or other creatures in Xuanyuan Mountain, they all claim to be gods and never want to touch other people's filthy things. Looking at them today, they really won the bet: the old monk and several Pangu monks Although he was so angry that he wanted to vomit blood and kept yelling and cursing, no one dared to go forward.
Although it is a bit detrimental to do so, but for the sake of Xiao Jiu, I have to do it.
"You have polluted the Holy Land so much, it's unbearable!" The old monk thrust his Zen staff into the ground, and said coldly, "No one of you will be able to leave today!"
Ye Shaoyang and others looked around and saw monks rushing down the hillsides on both sides, rushing towards this side. There are dozens of people.
Ye Shaoyang took a deep breath, stopped delaying, and flew up to the center of Leichi, the piece of land in the middle of the "storm" is also where an island is. Ye Shaoyang took out the Donghuang Bell, but for a moment he didn't know what to do, and Lin Sansheng's voice came to mind behind him: "Put the Donghuang Bell in the middle and try it, under the airflow!"
Ye Shaoyang followed suit.
The airflow gathered from the water surface of the entire Thunder Pond immediately fell on the surface of the Eastern Emperor Bell, and the talisman on the surface seemed to be brighter, as if being illuminated by a spotlight.
Ye Shaoyang used his spiritual thoughts to drive the Donghuang Bell to become as tall as a person, everything became clearer, and he could see the spiritual light flowing in the talisman.
"Eastern Emperor Bell!"
The old monk and the group of Pan Gu monks, when they heard Lin Sansheng's words and saw the actual Donghuang Bell, their eyes were all stunned. They had been in Xuanyuan Mountain for a long time. I don't understand many things in the human world.
Before Donghuang Taiyi's ascension, the most sacred artifacts left in the world, as long as they were creatures of the magic world, there were no unheard of ones.
For a moment, these people forgot to attack in a daze.
"What's the matter, there's no response." Ye Shaoyang stared blankly at the Donghuang Bell, where Xiao Jiu sat cross-legged, nothing changed.
Biqing said suddenly: "Ye Shaoyang, jump to the Donghuang Bell for an interview!"
"Don't!" Xiao Jiu stopped, but Ye Shaoyang had already leaped to the top of the Eastern Emperor Bell, just as he sat down, he felt a strange force in an instant, coming from the Eastern Emperor Bell under him, passing through his body. body, and then rushed forward.
"Boom!" A thunderous sound rang in my ears. Ye Shaoyang looked up, and in the condensed cloud of water vapor, there seemed to be a thunderbolt, which struck the ground.