The cassock expanded so fast that it was completed almost instantly.

Chu Qiu's trip was originally intended to polish himself and resolve the cause and effect.

So he simply didn't move away and let the cassock cover him.

I saw that the cassock covered the sky, and countless swastika Buddha seals and curse seals were revealed one after another, like a bright moon in the sky above the head.

Then an extremely heavy pressure filled the air, and the cassock slowly descended as if the heaven and earth were closing together.

A strong pressure came from all directions, and even Chu Qiu's physical body couldn't help but tremble slightly and make a creaking sound.

"This cassock demon subduing skill does have merit. It can mobilize a bit of space power to shrink and squeeze, but the quality of the cassock is too poor..."

Chu Qiu experienced it personally, smiled faintly, pointed out the magic formula, and the dragon seal of merit emitted bright golden light, supporting the pressed cassock.

The next second, a faint terrifying energy suddenly bloomed from Chu Qiu's body.

He held the Xiuchun Demon Sword in his hand, closed his eyes slightly, and a violent, domineering, and ferocious sword intent brewed out.

Clang Clang Clang!

A series of terrifying knife auras suddenly surrounded his body, like a tornado, spinning constantly and violently.

Bah!

Suddenly, Chu Qiu's eyes suddenly opened, and with a sound, he drew his sword and struck.

A dark knife shadow flashed past!

There was no terrifying sword energy, no dazzling sword light, only a faint black shadow, and with extreme speed, the cassock was cut open with a pop.

The old monk was shocked. He quickly pushed with both hands, and the Great Seal of Subduing Demons gathered on his chest, blocking the unabated sword shadow and retreating several feet.

"You are too weak!"

Chu Qiu shook his head and appeared in front of him. With a swipe of the embroidered spring knife, the old monk's eyes widened and his head fell off. His body was robbed of life by the magic knife and turned into a mummy.

There was only a pale golden relic as big as a fist, left by Chu Qiu and driven into the formation flag.

This old monk's cultivation level is at the Nascent Soul level at best.

The reason why Chu Qiu wasted so long was because he wanted to sharpen his skills.

In the residual memories of the witch clan, there are many scenes of fighting with people. Every punch and kick may seem simple, but it contains earth-shattering mysteries.

Chu Qiu wanted to try to understand it through this method.

It's a pity that the level of cultivation is too far away, and I can't understand the mystery at all.

Only by collecting more residual memories and gaining a lot of insights will it be possible.

Jin Shen is not so gentle, and he uses thunderous means whenever he attacks.

Driven by the terrifying cultivation, the eight magic weapons filled the sky with brilliance, surging like eight little suns.

The seventeen monks were not fully formed and could not form a barrier. Under his offensive, they almost collapsed at the first touch.

With a strike of his golden staff, the opponent's magic weapon, if it was light, flew away, or if it was heavy, it was shattered. Then, with a flash of his sword, the person was cut into two halves.

The demon-conquering pestle swung even more violently, and the shadow of the pestle was as thick as a water vat. When the pestle was struck down, the man and his magic weapon were directly exploded.

Then he put the alms bowl on his head and put the relics in one by one.

Released a demon flag and cleaned up the battlefield.

Chu Qiu looked at the dozen or so relics and thought for a moment.

With his current cultivation level, if he absorbs relics from lower realms, the effect will no longer be great.

It is better to absorb the power of incense with peace of mind, which will be more pure.

"My enemies are all too strong. If my personal cultivation level increases a little, it will not have much effect. It is better to use it to condense the demon god. The twelve capitals of the gods are my biggest support in the lower world!"

Chu Qiu turned around and threw a dozen relics into the Demon God's flag.

However, it is difficult to quickly condense the twelve-headed demon god.

Only by opening the seal under the Changping Ancient Battlefield and swallowing the hundreds of thousands of suppressed military souls can that be done.

"It's a pity that the backup plan Bai Qi arranged has been used up. If I want to open the seal again, unless I have the strength of a half-immortal, then it will be possible to do it with the help of the ancient killing array!"

"For now, let's focus on concentrating with a demon!"

Chu Qiu shook his head. It was too strenuous to condense the twelve demon gods together, so he has been condensing the demon gods together.

I saw more than a dozen relics smashed into the flag. The witchcraft, talismans, formations, and restrictions on the flag were all twisting and turning, and a faint black energy bloomed on the flag.

Chu Qiu could vaguely feel that a faint roar came from inside the banner intermittently.

On the other side of the banner, the phantom of the demon god became slightly clear again.

Chu Qiu slightly practiced the Gonggong banner, searched the Jianglong Temple, and was satisfied and ready to leave.

"Um?"

But just when he was about to leave, Chu Qiu suddenly turned his head and looked at the cold pool in the center of the back mountain.

Just now, he felt a prying gaze and glanced at him secretly.

"Is there something?"

Chu Qiu raised his eyebrows and suddenly became interested.

"In the past, the sect forces all liked to raise spiritual beasts in their back mountains. Firstly, they would have a reputation, and secondly, they could protect the mountain gates!"

"Is there a spiritual beast in this cold pool?!"

Chu Qiu's face was slightly happy, and he stamped his foot suddenly, mana poured into the ground, and shouted softly: "What the hell, come out on your own! I won't hurt your life!"

He was too lazy to use his spiritual thoughts to investigate, so he just used this method.

Sure enough, the cold pool suddenly burst into water, and then a huge creature leaned out with a splash.

It's a snake!

A big snake covered with green and black scales, with a red tassel on its head. If you look closely, it turns out to be a bright red comb!

"Hold your hands! Is this a cockscomb snake?!"

Chu Qiu's face was stunned.

The snake in front of me was as strong as a telegraph pole. It was as tall as a person just a little bit above the water.

What's strange is that there is a huge cockscomb on its head, which is as red as blood and sparkles.

"Is this the snake that cheated, or the chicken that cheated?"

Seeing its appearance, Chu Qiu was speechless.

But for a snake to grow so big, it is obviously a unique species.

The cockscomb snake has eyes but no eyes. It turns its eyes slightly, revealing a circle of yellow irises, which looks eerie and monstrous.

After it saw Chu Qiu, it seemed a little scared, lowered its head and made a hen's cry of "coo, coo, coo".

"It is said that the cockscomb snake is extremely cold and yin, and can cry like a hen, attracting roosters to devour it, and absorb pure yang blood to grow. It seems to be true!"

Chu Qiu's mental power swept over the Cockscomb Snake's body, and his face was slightly happy. The Cockscomb Snake's physique was extremely strong and its blood was extremely strong.

And judging from its reaction and gaze, it is obvious that it is as talented as the white fox and has already become psychic.

"Not bad, not bad! It seems that I have another general under my command!"

"From today on, you can practice under me!"

Chu Qiu looked extremely satisfied, and with a flick of his finger, he escaped into the cockscomb snake's head.

The next moment, the cockscomb snake neighed, then cooed a few times, flashed with light, and expanded even more.
Chapter completed!