After Li Tianmu finished chanting the spell, the Thunder Lord Talisman in his hand immediately became a little hot. Li Tianmu raised his right hand and the paper Talisman flew straight towards the monster like a hidden weapon. When the monster was tilting his head to look at the sudden paper Talisman, there was no sign of lightning in the sky, and a thunderbolt was impartial and landing on the monster's head.

This Heavenly Thunder Technique is a commonly used magic trick for the righteous Taoist priests. Although it looks amazing, its power is actually limited - because it is Thunder Lord, not Thunder God. If Thunder God, one of the eight righteous gods, is invited to bring down the unparalleled heavenly thunder, then not only will the ordinary monsters be crushed to pieces, even their souls will be destroyed.

Monsters will encounter disasters of all sizes during their cultivation, and the most dangerous one is the heavenly thunder tribulation. The nine heavenly true thunder descended out of thin air, killing countless monsters so that they cannot even enter the six realms of reincarnation. Therefore, monsters fear thunder, like rats, and cats. At present, the heavenly thunder technique used by Li Tianmu is more appropriate than to eliminate monsters.

All four of them were Taoist masters. They turned their eyes aside when the lightning dropped. After the lightning, they turned back immediately, for fear that the eyes would be blocked by the thunder. After the thunder, the quiet village was filled with noise, and the sound of chickens and dogs crowing.

The villagers were also shocked by the thunder: At this time, the bright moon was hanging high, how could the thunder suddenly make a loud noise? The bold ones ran out of the yard to see what happened. Su Xiaoyu was shocked by the thunder, and a hawthorn in his hand fell into the basket.

Mu Wushuang immediately stood up and silently said, "Is that monster here?" "Wushuang, go out and see what's going on. Remember to close the door." Grandma Hu stood up with her back, sighed and shook her head. Mu Wushuang nodded, ran outside and closed the door and whispered: "Grandma must be guessing it, I hope she can fool the little fish."

Su Xiaoyu's mouth was half open, and he looked straight at Grandma Hu walking towards her. Grandma Hu reached out to cover Su Xiaoyu's eyes, hugged her in her arms, and said, "Little Fish, don't be afraid. Grandma is here, don't be afraid, ah." Su Xiaoyu buried her head in Grandma Hu's arms, nodded slightly, but her body began to tremble involuntarily.

Mu Wushuang ran out of the yard quickly, and as soon as he looked up, he saw Li Tianmu and the other four standing not far away. Mu Wushuang bit his lips and strode towards the four. "Everyone retreated back to the house, and several Taoist priests wanted to subdue demons and eliminate demons." Li Tianmu said loudly.

Li Tianmu's voice was not very loud, but because he used the internal power of the Purple Elephant Magical Art, people could hear it clearly. Li Tianmu was quite prestigious in the village. When the villagers heard that it was Taoist priests catching monsters, they all retreated to their houses and closed the doors and windows. Those who were brave would quietly push open a crack in the door or window to see what was going on outside.

Seeing that the villagers were all back in the room, Li Tianmu felt a little relieved. When he looked at the monster again, he immediately took a breath.

The monster about till high of tillage actually disappeared out of thin air, only the place where it was standing was burnt black by lightning. "How did this monster escape? When did it? I didn't see it at all!" Thinking of this, Li Tianmu's cold sweat suddenly flowed down.

At this time, there were only two muffled sounds from behind, and then Zeng Ding screamed. Li Tianmu and others hurriedly turned around and looked at the White Tiger position where Zeng Ding was standing. Zeng Ding's left arm was hanging softly, and blood flowed like a stream of blood on his left hand, leaving a large pool of blood on the ground. The monster was actually standing several feet away next to Zeng Ding, and there were blood on the sickle. It was naturally this monster that was slashing Zeng Ding.

The monster was motionless like a statue at this time, staring at Mu Wushuang not far away in front of him. Mu Wushuang ran out of the yard. When he was about ten steps behind Zeng Ding, a monster about twelve feet high appeared quietly behind Zeng Ding. After the monster appeared, it immediately raised the sickle in his hand and slashed at Zeng Ding.

Zeng Ding was still unaware of it and was still looking at the front nervously. If it were an ordinary person, he would probably be shocked when he saw this scene, but Mu Wushuang himself was also a monster and had no fear at all. Seeing that the monster's giant scythe was about to fall on Zeng Ding's head, Mu Wushuang's heart tightened, and he actually jumped several feet and used all his strength to slash at the monster's back, slashing the monster's back.

After the monster was hit, his body shook, and the giant scythe in his hand disappeared, and he slid down Zeng Ding's left arm. If Mu Wushuang hadn't taken action in time, Zeng Ding would have been split in half. The two muffled sounds just now were the sound of Mu Wushuang hitting the monster's back waist, and the other was the sound of the giant scythe cutting Zeng Ding's flesh.

Mu Wushuang's arm strength was amazing, but when he hit the monster, it seemed like he was hitting a ball of shaved shreds. Mu Wushuang stood firm and stared at the monster. The monster clenched his sickle and turned around, staring at Mu Wushuang who was sneaking into it from behind.

Mu Wushuang suddenly felt that these violent red eyes were very familiar, and they were the eyes he felt in the morning. "Demon, you are so big! But why is his head so big? It doesn't feel like that guy in the morning? Could it be... his father?" Mu Wushuang was thinking about it, and his arms trembled excitedly again.

The monster's long sickle was horizontal and swept straight towards Mu Wushuang. The giant sickle blade was shining coldly under the moonlight, and the murderous aura was infinite. Mu Wushuang jumped up for more than seven feet without hesitation (one foot in this article is about 23.3cm), and saw that the sharp long sickle had reached his side. Mu Wushuang immediately stretched out his right hand and pressed it on the back of the giant sickle, leveraging the force to lift up several feet, twisted his body, and flashed to the right shoulder of the monster.

At this time, Mu Wushuang had already jumped up more than one meter. With the height of the height, he waved his left palm and took the monster's right neck. When Mu Wushuang made a move, he slapped the monster's right neck with a faint sound of wind and thunder, but he still felt like he was hitting a cotton bag. Mu Wushuang frowned unnaturally, and jumped out several feet back with the force of the rebound of his left palm and landed steadily on the ground.

The monster was hit by Mu Wushuang's thunderous palm, and he shook his body before he could gain a foothold. After the monster stood still, he immediately held the sickle in his hand tightly, staring at Mu Wushuang with even more vicious eyes.

At this time, Yang Tiantai was already stunned. Mu Wushuang's body and palm power were completely different from that of Zaochen. Especially the shocking palm, if it hit an ordinary person, it would be unimaginable.

Li Tianmu was also secretly surprised. Although Mu Wushuang grew up under his nose since childhood, Mu Wushuang always had a good temper with a smile, so he had never shown such a strong strength. Now that he is facing this powerful enemy, Li Tianmu has seen Mu Wushuang's true courage and strength for the first time.

Li Tianmushu silently said in a breath: "Yes, although this gangster's demonic power was blocked, there was still some demonic power in his body and it was not revealed at ordinary times. However, at the critical moment, it still had such power. This bastard really gave way to the Wanyu Aman and the others."

Lu Xianping was also extremely surprised. Li Tianmu did not teach Mu Wushuang internal skills, and Mu Wushuang actually used such a powerful Tiangang Hand. Lu Xianping thought for a moment and shook his head and said silently: "This child is a monster. I guess he is a Tiangang Hand activated by his own demonic power. I didn't expect that this sect's unique skills would exert such power in the hands of monsters. I was useless to practice for thirty years, but I can't compare to a monster nephew. Alas!"

At this time, Mu Wushuang felt an extremely powerful force surging in his body, making his internal organs extremely comfortable. His hands and feet seemed much lighter than usual, but his right arm was still heavy and dull.
Chapter completed!