During the fight, Ye Shaoyang sold a flaw, pretending to be forced to retreat, the old monk thought that there was an opportunity to take advantage of it, and he could sacrifice the big mudra of Buddhism, and hit Ye Shaoyang in the heart, and Ye Shaoyang backhanded the yin-yang mirror up.
The old monk sneered.
Ye Shaoyang was slow to move, and he still had to recite the mantra, but he was afraid that after he finished the mantra, his big mudra had already hit him, and he was also determined to win it.
However, Ye Shao didn't chant the mantra in the first place, he just looked at the yin and yang mirror at the old monk, and a figure flew out of it, followed by the second and third......
The members of the Ghost Hunting Alliance, who had been hidden in the Yin-Yang Mirror before, flew out in one breath and rushed straight at the old monk.
The old monk looked confused, and when he came back to his senses, he was surrounded by groups, and everyone was not polite, and greeted him by various means.
No matter how strong the old monk was, he couldn't withstand the siege of so many people, so he was soon hit and beaten on the ground.
Ye Shaoyang rushed over, slapped the old monk out of the distance, and the person fell in the distance, although he got up quickly, but the person was also injured, and looked at the group of people like wolves and tigers in a daze, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
"Throw them all out and don't hurt anyone!"
Ye Shaoyang commanded loudly.
As more people joined the battle, the tide of battle immediately took a sharp turn, and the seven or eight Pangu monks were beaten by the group, fought and retreated, and were driven out of the edge of 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 sapper shovel inserted in his waist, separated the bags, and a huge smell immediately filled the air.
"What is this!"
The old monk also smelled this sour smell and shouted.
"Chicken manure, dog manure, horse manure, and the smelliest pig manure."
Ye Shaoyang winked at him.
"What!"
The old monk and a few Pangu monks around him were shocked, and then their faces turned red, and they roared angrily: "How dare you use such filth to pollute the Xuanyuan Holy Land!"
What a sin deserves death—" The old monk roared and rushed over, but before he could finish speaking, Sibao shoveled a pile of manure mixed with various flavors with a sapper shovel and threw it at him.
The old monk was shocked, and with a wave of his sleeves in his urgency, he bounced away all the feces, he himself was fine, but he was still so smoky by the stench that his eyes were full of stars, and then he looked at Ye Shaoyang and the others, as long as they were human, they all plugged their noses with prepared cotton swabs.
"Ahh Just now by his sleeve flick, a small amount of discrimination fell on the clothes of a few Pangu monks around him, although only a little, it is enough to make these people feel that they have been desecrated, these Pangu monks, who have been cultivating in Xuanyuan Mountain for many years, where have they come into contact with this kind of filth, one by one they screamed regardless of the image, desperately shaking their robes, not knowing what to do.
"How can this be justified, go up together, stop them!"
The old monk gave an order and rushed up with everyone, but what he harvested was several shovels of manure in a row from the four treasures, although he had prepared for it this time and used spells to swing away, but the momentum of progress was also blocked, and he was at a loss for a while.
"What are you waiting for, spray them again!"
Ye Shaoyang instructed Xie Yuqing.
On the side of the four treasures, shovel out the dung one by one, pile it on the edge of the thunder pool, and extend it.
This is exactly one of the links in their plan - when everyone discussed the action last night, they thought that the most difficult thing was that during the period when they really grabbed the thunder pool and helped Xiao Jiu cross the thunder tribulation, the other party would definitely come in a steady stream, and when the tribulation began, Ye Shaoyang would not be able to move, so he could only defend it and wait for Xiao Jiu to succeed in the tribulation, so this required a very powerful formation to delay time as much as possible.
Ye Shaoyang and his entourage thought about it, and finally Lao Guo had a whim, thinking that no kind of formation could stop the comers, and the only way was to go off the rails: not to fight with them for any mana, but to find some feces and sprinkle them around the thunder pool, so there were two sacks of various mixed feces.
The mages of the human world can't touch these filth, otherwise they will lose their mana in a short time, so Lao Guo equipped them with rubber gloves, and the four treasures were brought on the way over.
Compared with them, these Pangu monks, or other creatures in Xuanyuan Mountain, all claim to be gods, and they definitely don't want to touch other people's filthy things, and when I look at them today, they really won the bet: although the old monk and a few Pangu monks were so angry that they wanted to vomit blood and scolded non-stop, but no one dared to step forward.
Although it is a bit of a loss to do this, for the sake of Xiao Jiu, I have to do it.
"You are so filthy that the Holy Land is simply intolerable!"
The old monk thrust the Zen staff in his hand into the ground and said coldly: "Today, none of you can leave!"
” Ye Shaoyang and the others looked around, and saw that on the slopes on both sides, there were monks rushing down, surging towards this side.
There are dozens of people to see.
Ye Shaoyang took a deep breath, didn't delay any longer, and flew up to the middle of the thunder pool, the piece of land and land in the middle of the "storm" - it was also the location of an island within an island.
Ye Shaoyang took out the Donghuang Bell, but he didn't know how to start for a while, and remembered Lin Sansheng's voice behind him: "Put the Donghuang Bell in the middle and try it, under that air flow!"
” Ye Shaoyang did so.
The air flow that gathered from the water surface of the entire Thunder Pool immediately fell on the surface of the Eastern Emperor Bell, and the runes on it seemed to be even brighter, as if they were being illuminated by a spotlight.
Ye Shaoyang used his divine thoughts to drive the Eastern Emperor Bell into a person's height, everything was clearer, and he could see that there was spiritual light flowing on the runes.
"Donghuang Bell!"
The old monk and the ancient monk of Panpan, hearing Lin Sansheng's words, and seeing the real thing of the Donghuang Bell, they were stunned one by one, they have been in Xuanyuan Mountain for a long time, although some have meat, in principle, they are people, but they are not from the world, and they don't know a lot about the world.
Before the Eastern Emperor Taiyi ascended, there was nothing left in the world that he had not heard of, as long as it was a creature in the magic world or the like.
For a moment, these people were stunned and forgot about the attack.
"What's going on, there's no response."
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Ye Shaoyang looked at the Donghuang Bell blankly, and Xiao Jiu inside was sitting cross-legged, and there was no change.
Biqing suddenly said: "Ye Shaoyang, you jump to the East Emperor Bell for an interview!"
” "Don't!"
Xiao Jiu made a sound to stop it, but Ye Shaoyang had already jumped up, jumped on the top of the Donghuang Bell, and as soon as he sat down, he instantly felt a strange force, coming to the Donghuang Bell under him, passing through his body, and then rushing up.
"Boom!"
A thunderclap rang in my ears.
Ye Shaoyang looked up, and in the dense cloud of water vapor, there seemed to be a thunderbolt, which split down from top to bottom.