area51novel Chapter 676
Chapter 676
The ghost fire in the eyes of the white bone skull cave swayed, seemingly surprised that Black Goku was not absorbed by the Skull Tower, and at the same time shocked that Black Goku had such strong power, Immediately realized that his disciples and grandchildren had provoked enemies that could not be easily offended for it, and felt both chagrin for kicking the iron plate and anger for those disciples.
But the matter has come to this point, it is too late to say anything regretful, and only by killing the group of people in front of you as soon as possible can we resolve this crisis.
The white bone skeleton opened its blood basin and mouth, and an oil-green poisonous mist sprayed out.
The poisonous mist has the ability to erode bones, the skin and fur of the touch rot, the bones are soft and rotten, and the flesh and blood are corrupted.
Black Wukong, however, had already seen through the little trick of the white bone skeleton, stepped on the black cloud and turned over, not only dodging the oil-green poisonous mist, but also killed the white bone skeleton in an instant.
Under Black Wukong's thoughts, the Ruyi Golden Hoop Rod continued to lengthen, wrapped in the power of collapsing mountains, and smashed fiercely on the face of the white bone skeleton.
"Shhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!hh
A deafening sound rang out.
The white bone skeleton cracked and cracked on its face, the shattered white bone fragments dissipated with the wind, and the huge body suddenly flew out upside down, directly smashing the back wall of the entire ancestral temple, and even the houses behind it collapsed one by one, raising a cloud of dust.
Seeing this, Yang Ming was a little relieved.
The black Wukong combat power that was ignited with the Ruyi Golden Hoop Rod was indeed powerful, and it was much stronger than the Evil Heart Buddha Pig!
Worthy of being Brother Monkey!
"Damn it!"
An annoyed roar came from the ruins, and Sensen's white bone claws poked out, and then turned into a huge bone claw that covered the sky, as if it wanted to grasp the entire heaven and earth in the palm of his hand.
Obviously, the strength of this strange head is also not to be underestimated.
Black Goku's face was grim, and he ignored the threat above his head for the time being, but quickly approached the white bone skeleton who had just come out of the ruins, waving the Ruyi Golden Hoop Rod with both hands, turning into a stick shadow that could not be observed by the naked eye.
On this day, it seems that there are only endless sticks left in the sky and on the earth.
The white bone skeleton is really desperate.
Before its attack fell, it felt a constant feeling of pain coming from all over its body.
It hurts!
This pain is even more painful than a woman giving birth, not only physically, but also mentally.
Every time the Ruyi Golden Hoop Rod struck down, the cracks on the white bone skeleton deepened a little.
Without waiting for the huge bone claw to fall on Black Goku's body, its body was the first to collapse, and finally, in its incredible gaze, its entire body was scattered into a piece of broken bones.
As for the huge bone claw that lost the control of the white bone skeleton, it was like the boundless water of the rootless wood, which dissipated like a cloud in an instant, and never appeared again, as if it had never appeared, making people feel like a dream.
After the death of the white bone skeleton, just as all strange deaths leave behind the core things, this white bone skeleton is the same.
It was a small skull carved with Sanskrit and looked quite Buddha-like.
Yang Ming picked up the skull and threw it to Black Wukong, saying, "
It's good to absorb these things strangely, you absorb it too."
Black Wukong scratched his ears and scratched his cheeks, and he was not polite to Yang Ming, directly opened his mouth, crushed this skull with a "click", and immediately swallowed it into his abdomen.
The strange aura lingering on Black Wukong's body has obviously increased a little, it is simply a big supplement, if there are a few more skulls, maybe Black Wukong's strength can be doubled, and even return to the level of the Qi Tian Great Sage of the year.
It's just that what makes Yang Ming more curious is that when Zhu Bajie let him go all the way west to find the master brother before he died, what kind of scene would it be if the real Monkey King saw Black Wukong?
Real or fake Monkey King?
As soon as he thought of that picture, Yang Ming felt quite festive.
Yang Ming looked around, and the entire ancestral temple had been affected by the battle, turning into a ruin, full of messes, obviously uninhabitable.
In desperation, Yang Ming had to look for some fairly intact houses in his daughter's village, planning to stay for one night.
These houses are quite cleanly kept, and they are very furnished like boudoirs, and there are red draperies everywhere, if you don't already know that those beautiful girls are white bone spirits, maybe you will really have wrong thoughts.
Yang Ming found a private house to live in, put a bucket of water in the village well, burned himself, and comfortably took a hot bath.
After playing a strange game in Tearing Heart Valley for a month, Yang Ming had long been physically and mentally exhausted, coupled with not bathing for so long, his body smelled of sweat, and it was really thanks to those white bone essences before that they could withstand this smell, and shamelessly acted in front of Yang Ming.
Perhaps, this is the so-called self-cultivation of actors.
It's really hard for them.
Soaking in the warm water, Yang Ming closed his eyes comfortably, only feeling that time flew by.
After taking a bath, Yang Ming went to the kitchen, and Black Wukong put the hunting wild deer here, which was what Yang Ming had ordered the other party to do before, and it was obviously very efficient.
Eating and drinking outside, Yang Ming had long practiced the ability to survive in the wild.
Holding a knife in one hand, skillfully peeling and cutting the prey into pieces to clean, everything is so natural, it seems to be free, without the slightest sense of condensation, as if making a handicraft, making people have a pleasing sense of déjà vu.
In front of the exquisite knife work, the venison is cut out in equal parts, the fat and thin are appropriate, more is too greasy, less is too woody, it is simply the level of a chef, but for Yang Ming, it is just an ordinary cooking dish.
Now that he had a safe place for the time being, Yang Ming had no intention of leaving immediately, so he simply treated his stomach well.
After all, when he was in the Tearing Heart Valley before, Yang Ming had eaten dry food for a month, and he had already spoiled his mouth, and if he continued to eat dry food, he would simply go crazy.
Nature is the best gift.
The forest near here is relatively normal, and Yang Ming collected some shiitake mushrooms and other things to pickle.
After all the work at hand was done, Yang Ming simply put these ingredients into the pot for stew, this venison is not like beef pork, it takes a long time to simmer slowly, and the venison is slowly softened, otherwise it tastes too tough, and it also has a fishy smell, which is somewhat worth the loss, wasting Yang Ming's efforts during this time.