The white tiger destroys the world.

Ao!

The tiger-faced demon girl had a hideous face, colorful patterns all over her body, and her evil spirits rolled over her body.

The whole person was destroying like crazy.

Her body expanded to more than ten feet, and her body was covered with a layer of metallic luster, which was invulnerable to swords and guns.

Wherever you go, the ground collapses and the rocks collapse.

...

Monkey hair clone!

The ape's body shook violently, and countless hairs fell down one after another. When it hit the ground, it exploded with white mist. A monkey that was exactly the same as himself popped up from it, and even held a stick in his hand and swung it fiercely.

For a time, there were countless monkeys and monkeys, and there were shadows everywhere.

Although the Xiaotian Dog always tracks its true body and breath.

But a dog cannot defeat a group of monkeys.

It whimpered, and could only keep running away with its tail between its legs.

...

The three shemale men in the local branch club were forced to destroy the plot regardless of the development of the plot, and the scenes in the play suddenly became a mess.

The three shemale smirked repeatedly.

No matter how realistic the opera is, it is an illusion!

I just want to destroy it vigorously. Although it has consumed a lot of spirituality in vain, you are just a shadow puppet. If you work with the three of us, you have to see how long your movie theater can hold on.

"Let's leave!" Zhuang Ke's eyes were deep.

There is no need to continue the opera to sing this level.

The three shemale men in this local branch ignored their spiritual consumption, and he still felt sorry for his shadow puppet.

You must know that every shadow puppet is his hard work.

Besides, the three shemale men in this local branch have already revealed their background, so Zhuang Ke's purpose of playing on stage has been achieved.

As for how to deal with these three shemale men, he had already had a solution in his mind at this time.

His mind moved, silver thread ejected, and the shadow screen retracted. The theater had been closed and had returned to the normal mode of Wuyouju.

All the illusions disappeared and the surroundings were empty.

"Are you the master of Wuyouju?" The three tycoons in the Earth Branch Society were dazed in front of them. When they looked closely, they saw a pale-faced, sinister boy sitting in front of the table, crossing his hands against his chin, looking at them quietly.

There are rumors that the owner of Wuyouju is a young man.

But this is too young!

Such a tender face and his previous strange and bizarre style, and a strong contrast made the three local branch members speechless for a while, but they no longer dared to judge people by their appearance.

After all, I suffered such a big loss in the weird drama just now, how could I dare to be careless?

"Don't you sing the play anymore? I thought your master Wuyouju kept hudding and refused to come out?" The snake spirit man spitted out his tongue and hissed.

"You misunderstood!" Zhuang Ke smiled, "The play is sung for those who are interested!

Three people are neither human nor demonic, so vulgar, how can they be worthy of watching people to appreciate the drama?”

With a joke, the three shemale faces were as gloomy as water.

They are ridiculed by their own words and words.

But this is the truth.

The three-wife naturally knew their identity and did not get entangled in this area. They shouted sternly: "Sharp teeth and sharp mouths! You can't continue to sing a trick on the show now. Let's see what tricks you can play next?"

"One to three?" Zhuang Ke smiled in surprise, "Can you only call helpers?"

"A Qing!" a soft call.

"Oh, here we come!" Ah Qing stood aside with a peach blossom branch in his hand and smiled.

"Such a girl..." The tiger-faced demon girl could instinctively sarcastically, and the next moment she was extremely sharp and she was in the air. When she reached her throat, she immediately held back and could no longer spit it out.

I saw that Ah Qing just glanced at him gently, but the tiger-faced demon girl felt cold in her body, and a sword of destruction fell at any time.

Sword Cultivator!

It turned out to be... a sword cultivator!

There is a second monk hidden in Wuyouju!

And a sword cultivator who has always been known for his killing.

The three humans in the Earthly Branch Society stiffened their bodies and they had the urge to turn around and leave in an instant.

But when they thought of returning empty-handed and the terrible punishment in the club, they could not get out of this kick.

"So what if there is one more person? We will still have three to two!" The ape smiled, no matter how you look at it, it means that both the Chinese and foreign countries are strong and the Chinese are fucked.

The words have not ended!

Ao!

With a dog barking, the ape smile stiffly on his face.

A white-haired giant dog walked out of the shadow, staring at him with vicious eyes, full of desire and unwillingness to accept it, obviously resentment about what he had just happened in the play.

The calf was aching faintly, and the ape's right eye twitched, and the shadow that could not be dispersed.

A shadow puppet, a sword cultivator, a demon dog!

It's already a three-to-three situation.

And this is not over yet!

"Lord, I'll help you!" He shouted in three shouts.

The man with a black face, a man with a beautiful beard, a man with a long arms, and a man with a dragon and tiger walking, came together to help.

"Brother Zhuang, everyone kills the evil spirits, how can we lose it?" A long roar.

Young Master Ning was wearing a long robe, with big sleeves, and holding a scroll in his hand, floating in his mouth.

"Zhuang Ke, the master, is not kind! How can you lose me like this kind of good thing?" Qing Gui shouted sweetly.

Mulan came with her two swords in her arms, wearing her armor, with a slender figure and a heroic spirit.

...

Wu Song is fierce, overlord Yu Ji, weaver girl is flying in the sky...

For a moment, all kinds of people and horses arrived in the sky and the earth, hundreds of shadow puppets and thousands of characters, they were really gods, demons, immortals and Buddhas, and they looked like sentient beings!

"So many shadow puppets?" The three humans in the local branch roared in shock, completely losing their composure.

It is because they have already discovered that the master of Wuyouju is a treacherous shadow puppet, that they dare to come here.

It is just because the shadow puppet craftsman has a strange means, but it has always been difficult to inherit the magic and it is difficult to continue.

The ability of shadow puppet is closely related to the treacherous shadow puppet.

A shadow play is a story, and a bizarre person is a strange thing.

But shadow puppets are not mainstream in society and have too low knowledge. How can they create amazing shadow puppets?

It is precisely because the shadow puppet lineage has almost never produced any powerful power.

But who would have thought that the owner of Wuyouju could cause so many shadow puppets?

Wherever you see, there are pictures of sentient beings with a lively expression and vivid expression, each of which is like a living thing.

Among them, there is no shortage of powerful shadow plays that I have seen before, the Three Jewishes in Taoyuan, scholars, and Wu Song...

There are many people who have never seen before, and their momentum is not weak at all, and they are even more powerful.

Each shadow play is full of energy and spirit, as if it has its own background story, giving them extraordinary meaning and characteristics.

"Is this Master Wuyouju the God of Creation?" Looking at the young face in front of Zhuang Ke, the three human demons in the Earth Branch were shocking Pan Heng in his heart, which was complicated and difficult to say. Thousands of words turned into this sentence Nan Nan spoke.

At such a young age, how could you have so many experiences, materials, brains, and create so many shadow puppets?

What kind of creativity is this?

A person's energy and talent are limited.

Even if many scholars can create a masterpiece in their lives, it is rare.

Now from their perspective, the thousands of shadow puppets present are all classics, and each one is enough to create the world.

How can this be done by manpower?

What is it not the god of creation?

The ability of a monk depends not only on his realm, but also on his ideas.
To be continued...