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Chapter 421 Invincible Warhammer!  Tang Monk Master and Disciple vs. Undertaker

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    After Tang Monk killed tens of thousands of people in France, stole their souls, and sent them into the small universe of Qiankun Baoji, the mourner appeared. He put the warhammer on his shoulders and stood in the middle of the street. The black coffins on both sides stretched to  The end of the city.

    After the mourners appeared, the originally clear sky was instantly filled with murderous aura, and clusters of dark clouds obscured the sky.

    The mourner's blood-red eyes stared at Tang Seng.

    "Prayer, what tricks did you use? You actually wiped out tens of thousands of people in France in just a short moment and disappeared from the world? Eat people without spitting out bones, kill without showing blood, you are really powerful.

    The mourner¡¯s voice was hoarse and deep, as if coming from the abyss of hell.

    Tang Monk held down the Jiuxi Zen staff and said seriously: "Are you here to hunt the Buddhist monks?"

    The mourner¡¯s sunken eyes were filled with a smile.

    "On the journey to the West, you showed great strength, and the Dark Lord is very interested in you. Your soul is strong enough, and the Lord believes that you are qualified to occupy a place in the Dark Temple of the Demon Realm and become the Lord's loyal  Servants of Darkness.¡±

    "The Demon Realm is a paradise of corruption and destruction. We take pleasure in killing and destroying. Only conquest and destruction are our favorites. The Dark Lord appreciates the cold-bloodedness and wit of the pilgrims."

    Tang Monk smiled evilly and said: "You idiots from the Demon Realm, along the way, the lecherous enchantress, the Bingfeng Butcher, the blue poet, the hell messenger, the mortal hunter, and the black shepherd were all defeated by me. Now here comes another one."

    "I will indeed go to the Dark Temple in the future. I will kill all his eagles and dogs in front of the Dark Lord, and then occupy his Dark Temple, Dark Furnace, occupy his Demon Realm, and let him kneel in front of me.  Lose allegiance."

    The smile in the mourner's eye sockets disappeared in an instant, and his eyes seemed to have become a pool of desperate stagnant water.

    "Tang Monk, how dare you slander the Dark Lord? Do you know? The Dark Lord is everywhere, omnipotent, and omniscient. Anyone who blasphemes the Dark Lord will pay the price of blood and death!"

    The mourner raised his war hammer and rushed towards Tang Monk.

    The Sha Monk on the side swung his magic staff to stop the mourners from fighting.

    The Undertaker's arms were as thick as tree trunks, and the power of his war hammer was too great. The Demon-Subduing Treasure Staff collided with the war hammer, and sparks flew everywhere. Sha Monk felt that the hand holding the Demon-Subduing Treasure Staff was almost shattered, and the palm of his hand  Drain out the blood.

    After a while, the demon-conquering staff in Sha Monk¡¯s hand was knocked away. The mourner laughed wildly and kicked Sha Monk away.

    Drifting fell on a black coffin. The coffin opened, and a military general in red robes and golden armor came out. He grabbed Drifting and pressed him into the coffin.

    Tang Monk felt that this general seemed to have stepped out of a yellowed ancient book.

    After the coffin lid was closed, the red-robed and golden-armored general disappeared.  Little White Dragon, Zhu Bajie were dumbfounded, Sun Wukong and Tang Seng frowned.

    Sun Wukong approached Tang Monk and said, "Master, who is the general who jumped out of the coffin and captured Junior Brother Sha?"

    Tang Monk glanced at the coffins one after another, "It's probably similar to the Yellow Turban Warriors in the Hunyuan Banner. It's a weapon spirit, right? Don't worry too much, it's just a small skill."

    Zhu Bajie brandished a nine-tooth rake, jumped into the air, and rushed towards the mourner.

    The lotus lantern, kite, dog and dragon patterns engraved on the Undertaker's war hammer emit a strange cold light.

    Zhu Bajie and the Undertaker flew to the clouds to fight.  The nine-tooth rake collided with the war hammer, and the torrent of steel echoed over the streets of the French capital.

    Tang Seng¡¯s eyes stayed on the war hammer.

    According to Yang Chan, the Yang Jiao war hammer stolen by the mourners had a total of four patterns on it.

    Among them, the dragon represents Yang Jiao himself, and the lotus lantern represents Yang Chan.  The dog pattern above is actually the roaring dog, which represents the Erlang God Yang Jian.

    The decoration of the kite represents Yang Jiao¡¯s lover Zhu Zhiyuan. Zhu Zhiyuan is good at using soul kites to imprison enemies.

    The Undertaker was blessed with the power of the Demon Lord, and his tree-trunk-like arms were too terrifying. The war hammer seemed to be filled with the power of Mount Tai, full of murderous intent. After a while, Zhu Bajie couldn't hold it anymore.

    The war hammer hit Zhu Bajie's heart. Zhu Bajie blocked it with a nine-tooth rake. The nine-tooth rake was almost knocked away. He staggered and fell from a high altitude.

    Zhu Bajie fell on the street. From a coffin next to him, black smoke suddenly appeared, and a military commander with a silver helmet and plain armor flew out. He took Zhu Bajie into the coffin and disappeared.

    ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?He used his sword to attack the Undertaker. The Undertaker's war hammer shook. The White Dragon Sword and the war hammer collided with each other. With just one click, the White Dragon Sword was knocked away.

    The mourner relaxed his arms, grabbed the little white dragon, and threw it towards a coffin not far away.

    The little white dragon landed on the coffin. He turned over and instantly turned into a silver-white dragon.

    The silver-white dragon rose into the sky, lightning flashed, and the mist was in a coma. The little white dragon opened its huge mouth, and green lightning struck the mourner without mercy.

    Lightning struck the mourner, but did not cause any harm to the mourner.

    The mourner sneered, "Has the Dragon Clan become so weak? Little White Dragon, you are too weak, you are simply vulnerable!"

    The lotus lantern, kite, roaring dog and dragon pattern on the war hammer emitted a burst of evil light. A dark dragon flew out of the war hammer and instantly pounced on the silver-white dragon transformed from the little white dragon.

    The silver-white dragon was instantly suppressed by the dark dragon. He was beaten back to his human form and landed next to a coffin.

    The coffin lid popped open, and a red-robed and white-armored general jumped out, grabbed Little Bailong, and put him into the coffin. The coffin lid closed, and the general disappeared without a trace.

    Sun Wukong was very depressed, "Master, the generals in these coffins seem to be filled with dark power. According to the King of France, there are a total of 999 coffins. If there is a general hiding in each coffin, wouldn't it be an army of darkness?  ?¡±

    Tang Monk smiled disdainfully, "It's probably another soulless illusion."

    The Undertaker stroked his warhammer proudly.

    "Tang Monk, you only have four disciples in total, and three of them have already become prisoners of my mourners. It's hard to imagine that you actually walked here from Chang'an with a bunch of rubbish, under constant hunting from the Demon Realm, Heavenly Court, and Buddhism.  .They are no match for my war hammer."

    Tang Monk looked at the war hammer and said, "This war hammer of yours must have been stolen, right?"

    A beast-like smile bloomed at the corners of the mourner's mouth.

    "You know Erlang God Yang Jian, right? This war hammer comes from his dead brother. Is it called Yang Jiao or Yang Long? I went to Guanjiangkou and stole his armor, war hammer, and wine gourd from Yang Dalang's tomb. I like it best.  This warhammer.¡±

    As expected, he stole Yang Jiao¡¯s war hammer.  Tang Monk had a look of disdain on his face, "You actually stole a tomb? Instead of calling me a mourner, why not call me a tomb robber?"

    The mourner said calmly: "What's wrong with tomb robbers? Don't forget that Cao Cao, the last prime minister of the Eastern Han Dynasty, also started his career as a gold captain. The original owner of this war hammer is dead, and I don't know where his soul is.  Why not if I use it?"

    Sun Wukong holds down the golden cudgel.

    "Dog thief! You stole Yang Jiao's tomb, and you are still shameless?"

    The mourner said disdainfully: "The Demon Lord told us that we must learn to draw the power of the past from the long river of history. If you are a weak person, the relics will have no power after death. If you want me to rob the tomb of the weak, I will not  will not go."

    Sun Wukong's golden light struck the Undertaker, but the Undertaker easily blocked it with his war hammer.

    The Undertaker and Sun Wukong fought in close combat. The two flew into the air. For a moment, the sky above France was destroyed. A sad wind rose and murderous intent filled the sky.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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