Zhan Zhao and Bai Yutang were talking to the prison guards of the Demon Prison Island about the details of the stolen gentian tree. Suddenly, he heard a noise outside the window.

It seemed that someone was fighting, and Zhan Zhao heard a shout and was a little familiar.

After leaving the seat, Zhan Zhao ran to the window and looked down... and saw the Jiangnan League fighting people. To be precise, they were being chased by someone.

Mo Muyu seemed to be injured. E Ming and his friends protected him and fought and retreated. Several disciples from the Jiangnan League were on the side of the road.

The one who chased them was a burly monk wearing a black monk's robe, a big hat, and a Zen stick.

This man waved his Zen Staff with amazing power, but he looked like a monk at all, not only did he act viciously, but his internal force affected the surroundings and didn't care. Many passers-by were shocked and lay down.

Zhan Zhaoxin said—What a fierce monk, how dare you act wildly on the streets of Kaifeng Mansion?

If you want to say that the Jiangnan League are quite unfair, they just came out of the theater and went to have a meal. Several heads of the sects had a good time in Kaifeng City. They also made some local friends. They are looking for a house these two days and are preparing to open a branch of the Jiangnan League.

Just as I was having dinner with my friend... I suddenly had a fierce monk in the shop. I broke into the restaurant shop when I entered the house.

E Ming and the others naturally had to take care of it. But as soon as they fought, they found that the fierce monk was not only powerful but also fought back. Mo Muyu was injured, and E Ming and the others were chased by a fierce monk all over the street.

Although he was chased and beaten, the leaders still knew the minds. It would be too late to run to Kaifeng Mansion to ask for help. Then run to Taibaiju nearby...

Sure enough, as soon as he arrived near Taibaiju, the evil monk was about to kill a lonely disciple with a Zen stick.

The little disciple covered his head and thought that his life had been explained today, but he felt a gust of wind, and half of the Zen stick in front of him swung by...

With a "clang", the head of the Zen stick fell to the ground, smashing a pit, but it didn't hit the person.

The fierce monk glanced at the stele handle with only half of his hand, raised his head and looked at the person who appeared in front of him.

"Leader!"

The disciples of the Jiangnan League were so excited - the savior is here!

Zhan Zhao cut off the evil monk's Zen stick with one sword, put the sword back and returned the sheath, stretched out his hand, and pulled up the little disciple of the Jiangnan League on the ground.

Zhan Zhao looked at the fierce monk in front of him and could not tell which sect he was from for a while. He looked like a lonely monk. However, this person's skin was extremely dark, not like the natural blackness of Lord Bao, but as if he was splashed with ink, and his face and hands were unevenly covered with dark spots.

Behind Zhan Zhao, Mo Muyu's situation seemed to be not very good, and dark spots appeared on his face.

"Black Gentian."

Upstairs, Bai Yutang heard the warden who had walked beside him say, "The fierce monk seemed to have absorbed the big fruit of the Black Dragon. The little brother should have been injured by the internal force of the Black Dragon."

Bai Yutang frowned slightly and asked the warden, "Will you die if you absorb the big fruit?"

The warden nodded and pointed to the fierce monk, "This is beyond help." He pointed to Mo Muyu on the ground, "This is still saved."

After saying that, he took out a small fruit of black gentian, "Eating small fruit can relieve the poison of large fruits, but the prerequisite is that the large fruit is eaten or injured by people who eat large fruits, and it is difficult for the immortals who absorb large fruits to absorb large fruits."

Bai Yutang took Xiaoguo, turned over and went downstairs, handed the fruit over E Ming, and asked him to eat it for Mo Muyu.

E Ming didn't care what Bai Yutang gave, but the definite thing given by the deputy leader, so he stuffed Mo Muyu's mouth.

Not to mention, after eating Xiaoguo, the dark spots on Mo Muyu's body began to fade.

"Cat." Bai Yutang reminded Zhan Zhao that the evil monk used the black gentian, but it was still a big fruit.

Zhan Zhao was speechless - Why is this gentian fruit like Lin Yehuo's peaches? It's sold in a fruit shop... Shouldn't that thing be very precious?

The fierce monk "black" his face, looking Devil's crying, but he felt almost crazy. He finally stared at Zhan Zhao who was blocking his eyes and showed a strange smile, "Hehehe..."

Upstairs, there were several jailers from the Demon Prison Island who wanted to go down. The warden waved his hand slightly to stop them and whispered, "Let's see if the legend is true..."

Everyone looked at the old man.

As he spoke, the internal force of the evil monk began to float in the air...

Zhan Zhao looked around and saw that the road ahead of Taibaiju was relatively wide, but there were too many restaurants and inns nearby, after all, it was a downtown area.

If the fight starts here, especially the feeling that the evil monk's internal strength is completely uncontrollable, if it crashes into a building, it will not be a joke.

At this time, the internal strength of both sides was in competition. The evil monk was probably not low. After the blessing of the Black Gendan, the internal strength was similar to the boiling oil pan.

When it comes to fighting, Zhan Zhao is naturally not afraid of him, but the problem is... you can't fight here! Where are there fewer people nearby? The answer after thinking about it is - there are many people everywhere.

Bai Yutang and Zhan Zhao exchanged their eyes - the only way now is to press down the monk's internal force with one move. Bai Yutang used a snow mirror to close the surroundings to block the internal force from overflowing, and Zhan Zhao solved the evil monk in one move.

This method can reduce the harm the lightest, but Zhan Zhaoluo hesitated a little - would he kill this monk? He should be controlled by the powerful internal force of the Black Dragon at this time. Who knows what kind of person he was before? What if he was a good person, he was just cheated?

But the current situation could not tolerate him thinking too much, the fierce monk suddenly looked up...

The moment he looked up, the mirror in the snow appeared... The open space in front of Taibai Ju was instantly surrounded by wind and snow.

Zhan Zhao watched the fierce monk rush towards him suddenly and frowned slightly. He saw that there seemed to be something on the fierce monk's face...

The black face seemed to be covered with black mesh veins. Looking at the complex pattern made of straight lines and circles, a familiar feeling surged...

...

When Zhan Zhao was still young, he once took a nap in the snake valley of Heishui Grandma.

In the evening, Heishui's grandmother found that the little Zhanzhao in her arms was gone, so she went out to take a look...

On a flat ground in the Snake Valley, several giant pythons were surrounding a circle, looking at the busy little Zhan Zhao in the middle with his head raised.

When Grandma Heishui walked into the circle, she saw many regular patterns on the ground. Xiao Zhanzhao squatted on the ground, holding a piece of blue stone in his hand, and was painting, and he had already painted a lot.

My mother-in-law held her hands and looked down at the patterns on the ground. They were some irregular lines and circles. Should she say that Zhan Zhao was a doodle? It doesn’t seem to be, it seems to have content... But if she wants to say that this is a text or character, she has never seen it before.

Hei Shui's mother-in-law asked her godmother to come out and take a look.

Yu Xiaoyan came out and glanced at the pattern on the ground, smiled slightly, and told her mother-in-law to stop worrying and draw with him.

Xiao Zhanzhao drew for an afternoon, and when the morning came to find him, the largest open space in the Snake Valley had been painted.

Zhan Zhao and his grandmother stood together on the back of the big green python by the open space, admiring the masterpiece on the ground, looking at it for a long time, tilting their heads - what is this painting?

Yin Hou walked over and took a look, smiled slightly, and told Zhan Zhao, "This word is pronounced 'no'."

"Is this a word?" Zhan Zhao was surprised. "Where are the words? So complicated?"

"What do you think is internal strength?" Yin Hou asked Zhan Zhao.

Zhan Zhao jumped to the head of the big green python, hugged his neck and looked down at his grandfather - Jiang Zi?

Yin Hou smiled, reached out and lifted him down, holding him to see the word "word" on the ground, "The meaning of 'no' is to make everything disappear..."

...

"Let everything disappear..."

Zhan Zhao muttered to himself...

The evil monk had already rushed to the front. Seeing that Zhan Zhao had no reaction, Bai Yutang turned his head and rushed towards the evil monk...

At this moment, Zhan Zhao suddenly took a step and avoided the attack that the evil monk jumped.

As soon as Bai Yutang's snow mirror stopped, Zhan Zhao did not draw his sword either. He held the sword and put his back behind him, and his other hand clapped the void in front of the ferocious monk...

With Zhan Zhao's palm, a tiny spot of light appeared in the air.

Bai Yutang was slightly stunned... The light spot suddenly stretched, as if it was forming a light net... The lines in the net were extremely complex, similar to some ancient characters or talismans... The internal force with light was "sealed" on the body of the evil monk. In an instant, the whole body of the evil monk was covered by this light net.

The most amazing thing is that the black marks that originally covered the monk's body suddenly began to decrease, and the blurry black began to become clear... Finally, the black lines were formed all over the body, and the black lines also formed a complex pattern like veins, which happened to be completely covered by the pattern formed by Zhan Zhao's golden internal force.

At the same time, the explosion internal force caused by the black gentian suddenly disappeared.

As the internal force dissipated, the mirror in the snow also disappeared.

Upstairs, the prison guards from the Demon Prison Island were all watching the fierce monk Zhan Zhaohe standing in the road.

The evil monk's body was covered with golden threads.

"The internal strength of the Black Dragon Dan disappeared..." Several jailers looked at the warden in surprise.

The warden nodded, as if unexpected, and seemed a little surprised.

Zhan Zhao waved his hand, and the golden lines gradually disappeared, and along with black smoke, they were stripped from the monk.

Looking at the monk, his legs fell to the ground, and something like black ashes fell around him, and as a gust of wind passed, dissipated.

...

"Not dead..."

The jailers looked at the warden in surprise, "I absorbed the Black Gendan Fruit, but I didn't die?"

"The black gentian was completely pulled out!"

Everyone found it incredible, "How did it do it?"

The warden looked at Zhan Zhao who was scratching his head downstairs, and there was also a surprise in his eyes - the legend is true, but the legend seems to be wrong...

Bai Yutang walked over to check the situation of the ferocious monk. The internal strength of the Black Dragon Dan had completely dissipated, and the monk had half his life left, but he could not die, so he should be able to ask questions.

The commotion here has attracted a large number of yamen runners and the imperial city army.

The soldiers came up and tied the evil monk up and took him back and locked him up first.

Bai Yutang walked to Zhan Zhao and asked him in a low voice, "Maoer, what was that just now?"

Zhan Zhao thought for a while and replied, "No!"

The fifth master didn't understand and looked at him, "What's the matter?"
To be continued...