Start as a Temple Spirit

Chapter 353 The Forest is Trembling

"Boom" Yaokong's thunder attack power is getting stronger and stronger, and every attack can cause serious damage to the dragon.

Although the magic dragon put up a tenacious resistance, it was only injured on top of its injuries. In addition, under the continuous attacks of the thunder dragon, the black flames on its body began to weaken, and cracks appeared on its body.

Finally, with a thunderous attack, Lei Jiao successfully killed the dragon.

The body of the magic dragon falls in the lightning and will become a trophy.

"Moo" the victorious Thunder Dragon let out a series of dragon roars, its body circling in the purple clouds, appearing more and more majestic.

"How did this little guy appear there, and how did it find the injured Hell Dragon?" Taoist Xuanzhen muttered to himself in surprise.

Because when he passed near the mountains, he did not find the existence of the Hell Dragon.

“Because the Hell Dragon was chased into the mountains by the Thunder Flood Dragon, and knew it had no way to escape, so it had to fight.” Shang Liangshan’s true body appeared and floated down to answer the questions for Taoist Xuanzhen.

Coincidentally, when he and Lei Jiao were searching for their target, they discovered the injured Hell Dragon.

After the two sides fought, the Hell Dragon turned around and ran away, and Shang Liangshan and Lei Jiao chased after it, which led to this scene.

"So that's how it is." Taoist Xuanzhen suddenly realized and talked to Shang Liangshan about the ominous feeling.

The market became lively as expected and was even more prosperous than last time.

In the bustling market, there is a unique sight that attracts everyone's attention.

They are hundreds of girls from the Women's College.

They are like flowers blooming in spring, each blooming with its own unique brilliance.

Their clothes are colorful and embroidered with exquisite patterns. They sway gently in the wind like colorful butterflies dancing.

These girls are not only beautiful in appearance and elegant in manners, but also talented. They either hold poetry scrolls, or stroke the strings of a musical instrument, or paint with a brush, showing the wisdom and charm of women.

They walked confidently on the cobblestone road of the market, and every step seemed to dance to the melody of youth, attracting the admiration and attention of the people around them.

The men in the rural villages and mountain strongholds, who are usually rough and bold, have become shy one by one at this moment.

They dared not look directly at these beautiful women and could only secretly catch their charming figures with the corner of their eyes.

Whenever the girls cast a glance at them inadvertently, the men's hearts would beat faster involuntarily and a faint blush would appear on their faces.

The hustle and bustle of the market seemed to stop at this moment, and all eyes were focused on these women.

Their existence is like a beautiful landscape that makes people stop and admire, but they dare not get too close for fear of disturbing this beautiful tranquility.

As time passed, the market gradually regained its liveliness, but the charm of those girls had already been deeply imprinted in the hearts of the rough men.

They are not only the focus of the market, but also the eternal beautiful legend in the hearts of the men in the villages and mountain villages.

There is always a time for separation and reunion. Two days later, the caravan dispersed, and the women, led by Gao Ting, drove two ships back to the Women's College.

Liu Yu, the old man, used the excuse of leading the way and ordered his black boat to join the group and travel with Mei.

The wives of the caravan guards were so angry that they cursed in their hearts: "The old man won't rest."

In the vast mountains and forests, two forces are converging, they are the army of monsters and the army of ghosts.

These two forces, like two huge waves in the night, are surging and are about to start a life-and-death battle in this ancient forest.

The monsters have various shapes, some are as big as mountains, some are as swift as the wind, and their eyes sparkle with cunning and wildness.

Some of them have sharp fangs, while others have claws that can tear everything apart. Each monster is a masterpiece of nature and the embodiment of wildness.

Ghost beasts are another kind of existence. They are bloodthirsty, ferocious, aggressive and weird.

Their roars were filled with desire and evil, as if they wanted to pour out all the darkness in their hearts into this battle.

The two armies faced off with great momentum, and the air was filled with tension and depression.

The monsters growled, their muscles tensed, ready to pounce on the enemies in front of them at any time.

The ghost beasts roared continuously, their figures looming in the gray fog, exuding a chilling aura.

Suddenly, a strong wind blew, and the leaves rustled, as if nature was beating the drums for the upcoming war.

"Roar" I don't know who roared first, triggering a chain reaction.

The battle was about to break out, and the wild boars and bears in the army of monsters were the first to bear the brunt.

They roared like thunder, shaking the surrounding leaves to the ground.

The giant bear swung its powerful claws, stirring up a cloud of dust with every strike.

The herd of wild boars rushed towards the army of ghost beasts like violent bulldozers.

Following closely behind them were the horned beasts, a herd of huge beasts.

The army of ghost beasts was not to be outdone and sent out the same lineup of ghost beasts to fiercely collide with the army of demon beasts.

All of a sudden, blood spurted out, screams were heard, the beast's body flew everywhere, and blood and mud splashed everywhere.

"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh" The ghost wolf beasts rely on their agility to quickly shuttle across the battlefield. Their target is the throat of the monster, and once they succeed, they will kill it with one blow.

On the battlefield, a huge bull-headed monster was waving its giant horns and charging around, with each impact causing the ground to tremble.

Wherever it went, trees fell down and rubble flew everywhere. The ghost beast was pierced by the huge horns and thrown away as its bull head swung.

Fighting against them were a group of ghost-eared cat beasts, which used their own flexibility to evade the attacks of the bull-headed monster beasts easily while looking for opportunities to counterattack.

Above the sky, a winged monster was circling. Its wings were like sharp blades. Every time it dived, it could cut through the air and make a sharp whistling sound.

However, it was besieged by several ghost bats. These ghost beasts could change their forms freely in the air. Their attacks were strange and unpredictable, making the flying winged beast difficult to grasp.

In the center of the battlefield, the fire rhinoceros in the monster army and the frost giant bull in the ghost army started an elemental showdown.

The flames ejected by the Fire Rhinoceros and the ice released by the Frost Ghost Beast Giant Bull collided with each other, causing a violent explosion. The temperature around them changed drastically, forming a chaotic energy field.

The battle was extremely brutal. The mountains and forests were filled with the roars of monsters and ghost beasts, as well as the sounds of them fighting each other.

The blood dyed the ground red, broken limbs and arms were everywhere, and the entire battlefield was like a hell on earth.

In this chaotic battlefield, some monsters displayed amazing power. They were like overlords on the battlefield, sweeping away all enemies.

The ghost beasts were not to be outdone. They used their special abilities to continuously cause damage to the demon beasts.