"Donor, please enlighten me!"

The leading monk bowed and looked serious.

Compared with half a month ago, Qin Lan's current strength is not even a little stronger!

"Please enlighten me!"

Qin Lan had a calm look on his face, clasped his fists in return, and then strode towards the formation.

"Form up!"

The monks quickly arrived at their positions, each with a strong aura and ready to attack, and then more than a dozen stick shadows mixed with bursts of sharp roars struck at various parts of Qin Lan's body.

Qin Lan held the wooden stick and turned it left and right, gradually forming layers of light curtains around herself. For a time, it was brilliant and the treasure light circulated.

Then, bursts of black smoke began to appear from Qin Lan's body, gradually wrapping around the wooden stick. Even the light curtain outside Qin Lan's body was gradually dyed black. From a distance, it looked like a thick black cocoon.

No matter how the monk attacked or changed, the sharp stick shadow could not penetrate the black cocoon at all.

In an instant, Qin Lan moved, like a sharp black sword, cutting through the void. The wooden stick in his hand was bent due to the speed of swinging it, and he made a whimpering sound, like an evil ghost crying.

The full moon was swung with a stick, bringing out a dark light, as if a strange black moon appeared out of thin air. For a moment, the surrounding air seemed to be frozen. It was obviously summer, but there was a little bit of hoarfrost.

What is even more tingling is that around the periphery of the black full moon, there is a circle of blood-red gas, which is bloody and pungent. There is a vision of millions of military souls drawing swords and roaring on it, which makes those who hear it tremble with fear!

"Lu Shenlu! Bring the soul to the camp!"

The monks did not dare to underestimate them. Countless stick shadows finally merged into one body, like the sun, emitting dazzling golden light, crashing down like an Arhat wielding a stick and slashing down with great power, trying to slay demons!

Qin Lan's body rotated, like an ancient fierce soldier, cutting up against the golden stick shadow. In an instant, a scarlet blood light suddenly appeared, splitting the golden stick shadow from it.

bang

Several monks were knocked back by the formation and were knocked back. Before others could move forward to catch up, Qin Lan was already in front of him. The long stick in his hand was like a poisonous snake, bending, stretching, and deforming, swimming among them.

Qin Lan shouldered the long stick and pushed Huashan Mountain with all his strength. Under the horrified gazes of everyone, the crooked wooden stick wrapped around several monks suddenly became straight, and the monks were thrown dozens of feet away in an instant.

At this time, Qin Lan's black hair was fluttering, his sleeves were bulging, and the demonic energy was billowing. His eyes were opening and closing, and his eyes were shining brightly. His stick skills were like a demon performing martial arts, extremely mysterious, facing the monks who came for reinforcements.

Just a slap in the face!

boom

Like a sacred mountain crashing down, with a loud noise, the monk's figure was instantly shot to the ground like a marble. The bluestone, which is famous for its hardness and is of excellent quality, was actually punched with a human-shaped indentation.

groove.

The monk's face was as white as snow, he vomited a large mouthful of blood, and could no longer get up.

Qin Lan seized the opportunity, moved around several times, and came to different monks. He used his stick to stab or sweep them.

It was obviously just a wooden stick, but now it seemed to have turned into different weapons in Qin Lan's hands, ever-changing!

The monk who was attacked by Qin Lan only felt that the shadows of sticks appeared out of thin air in front of him, and then turned into various weapons, whether swords or knives, one after another, endless!

The attack became more fierce and fierce, and several monks were unable to resist for a while, and they were all smashed into the ground!

At this point, less than two-thirds of the remaining members of the Eighteen Arhat Bronze Man Formation are left!

Qin Lan kicked the ground with both feet and her body flew into the air

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As they rose up, one after another stick shadows carried an extremely fierce aura, like a peacock spreading its wings, or like heavy rain. They shot out hundreds of powerful qi towards the formation in an instant, and each blow accurately hit the weak points of the formation.

The place is like an antelope hanging its horns!

Ye Xiaoxiao's beautiful eyes widened and her red lips opened slightly. She was so shocked by Qin Lan's strength that she was speechless.

In her eyes, from the time Qin Lan entered the battle until now, it was Qin Lan who was unilaterally crushing the Eighteen Bronze Men. Now Qin Lan is flying in the air, with aura radiating from his body, just like the legendary Buddhist Peacock of Ming Dynasty.

!

It's only been half a month, how come Qin Lan's strength has improved so quickly!

This made Ye Xiaoxiao shocked, but also felt a sense of crisis in her heart.

If this momentum continues, he will become a burden on Qin Lan on the way to achieving his goal!

This can no longer be the case, I have to work harder to practice and keep up with Qin Lan!

Ye Xiaoxiao thought secretly in her heart, holding a pair of pink fists tightly in her sleeves.

Bang!

There was another loud noise, and Qin Lan's body turned into a black light, suddenly like a meteor falling to the ground. The monks were hit by the violent wind, and finally could not withstand Qin Lan's powerful attack, and fell backward one after another.

, the formation also continued to break from one point outward, and finally fell apart.

"Qin Lan! You did it!"

In addition to shock, Ye Xiaoxiao's beautiful eyes were filled with excitement and excitement. She was excited for Qin Lan and couldn't help shouting.

Qin Lan turned around and smiled at her when she heard the sound, then she restrained her breath and said with fists:

"Thanks for the advice!"

"Qin Lan, it's okay!"

At some point, Patriarch Maha, dressed in white robes, appeared out of thin air on the side of the dojo, looking at Qin Lan with a smile.

"Ancestor!"

The monks and Ye Xiaoxiao all had stern expressions on their faces and bowed in greeting.

Qin Lan also turned around, with a solemn expression, and bowed: "Thank you, ancestor, for your advice."

Ancestor Maha waved his hand to indicate that everyone did not need to be polite, and then asked warmly:

"Qin Lan, your stick technique is quite interesting, have you decided on a name?"

Qin Lan thought for a moment and then replied:

"How about calling it "Thirty-six Lu Senluo Stick"?"

"Thirty-six Luo Senluo sticks..."

Ancestor Maha thought over and over again in his mouth, his eyes lit up, and he said with a smile:

"What a good name. The name Thirty-Six Roads coincides with the changes in the Earth's evil. It encompasses all things, changes arise from changes, and it's endless! "

Qin Lan clasped his fists and said respectfully: "Ancestor Mingjian."

"Since you have passed all my tests, I will return this "Devil-Conquering King Kong" to you."

Ancestor Maha stretched out his hand to grab the void, and with a "swish" sound, a pitch-black iron pestle flew over from somewhere and hung in the air.

"The stick is the source of hundreds of soldiers and the leader of ten thousand soldiers. The stick method should be ever-changing and all-encompassing. In the past, you only used brute force. Although you used your essence and blood to make it recognize its master, you couldn't get the essence. But now

Your original creation of this stick technique has already been recognized by the Demon-Conquering King Kong."

"Now, try to call it, "Devil-Conquering King Kong" will respond to you!"

Qin Lan's eyes were eager. After so many years, he finally wanted to know the true identity of another treasure his father left him.

"Demon-Conquering King Kong!"

Qin Lan's spiritual power suddenly surged, and she drank loudly

All I see is hanging in the air

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The iron pestle seemed to be sensitive, making a subtle buzzing sound, as if an ancient deity had awakened, exuding a vague power.

Kaka

The black outer skin of the iron pestle was like dry paint, cracked, and large pieces fell to the ground, as if the lead had been washed away, revealing the original appearance of the treasure pestle.

I saw that the treasure pestle was engraved with dense and dense patterns of clouds, with a blood-red monster orb inlaid in the middle. Eight golden dragons seemed to drill out from the middle to both sides of the treasure pestle, circling, and finally faced each other in pairs.

, biting the two ends of the treasure pestle ferociously. Inside the orb, there was a mysterious and mysterious rune looming, emitting a strange dark red light.

Qin Lan opened his big hand, and the pestle let out a cheerful sound and landed on Qin Lan's hand like a swallow fluttering into his arms.

For a moment, Qin Lan's momentum surged, and the dark spiritual power rose into the sky from the bulging sleeves. Then a golden spiritual power shot out from the treasure pestle, followed closely behind, the two entangled with each other like two giant dragons circling.

, finally merged and turned into a mysterious and solemn dark golden spiritual power, which returned to the bodies of Qin Lan and Demon-Conquering King Kong together.

At this time, the orb on the "Devil-Conquering Vajra" pestle suddenly turned into dark gold, and as the light circulated, it had a mysterious Taoist charm.

Ancestor Maha looked solemn and solemnly said to Qin Lan:

"The stick is the benevolent one among soldiers. The stick has no edge and leaves no mark on the person. It is the first blunt weapon. Qin Lan, I hope you can uphold a benevolent heart when using this pestle and never be confused by the demonic obstacles in your heart."

Add to the sin of killing."

Qin Lan nodded, and just about to say hello, something suddenly happened.

I saw Qin Lan's whole body's breath rising uncontrollably, and he couldn't help but let out a loud roar. At this moment, the shackles in his body were violently broken by the surging spiritual power. Qin Lan's own realm also rose with the tide, all the way to seven levels.

Top quality!

It was Qin Lan's own spiritual power that merged with the power of the "Demon-Conquering King Kong" and fed back to Qin Lan himself, causing him to break through two small realms in succession!
To be continued...