Early the next morning, it was just dawn.


    As the sun rises, the sun falls on the Wangui mountains, bringing a chill to the cold Wangui mountains. You can clearly see the blood on the ground that has not dried out.


    Liu Ye stood on the wall, looking at the depths of the Wangui mountains, not knowing what he was thinking.


    Wang Qingshan stood aside, looking respectful, while Wang Yingjie and others stood in the distance.


    Wang Yingjie''s eyes are firm. Wang Qingshan has already told him the truth. The two monks are leading the way to solve these spiders.


    With one stroke of the hammer, they can return to the South China Sea after solving these Youming spiders. However, today''s World War I is very dangerous, and many monks will die.


    Liu Ye took back his eyes, turned to Wang Qingshan and said, "nephew Wang, tell me to go down and attack Wangui mountain immediately. Be careful and kill as many Youming spiders as possible to attract the attention of Youming spiders. The more fierce you fight, the more convenient I will be."


    "Yes, Liu Shizu."


    Wang Qingshan repeatedly agreed, looked at Song Xiruo, and politely said: "Song fairy, on the order of Liu Shizu, send someone to attack Wangui mountain! Kill all the spiders in one fell swoop. "


    Song Xiruo nodded, turned over his hand and took out a two foot long red horn, which was engraved with a large number of mysterious spiritual patterns, emitting an amazing aura wave.


    She put the red horn to her mouth and blew it gently. A low sound of the horn sounded. A red light flew out and went straight to the sky.


    Boom!


    A deafening roar sounded, and a huge red fireball burst open in the air, which could be seen in a hundred miles.


    "Everyone obeys orders, acts according to the plan, attacks, and destroys all the Youming spiders. Those who have made great contributions will be rewarded heavily, and those who have retreated before the battle will be punished severely."


    Song Xiruo''s voice is not big, spread all over the city.


    "Yes, master song."


    All the friars said with one voice, the voice spread all over the world.


    Ten ten foot tall golden giant apes are walking in front of them. They are all shining with gold. They are engraved with a large number of mysterious spiritual patterns. Under the sunlight, they reflect the metallic luster. They are the third-order puppets.


    Ten third-order puppet beasts opened the way, thousands of low-level friars followed, Wang Qingshan and other Yuan Ying friars followed, and everyone''s expression was extremely dignified.


    After a cup of tea, they came to the entrance of Wangui mountain. The entrance was sealed by dense black spider silk, and the mountains were covered with black spider silk.


    Wang Yingjie and other high-level friars were suspended in the air, looking at the Wangui mountain.


    There is no grass in the Wangui mountain range. You can''t see any green. Everything with a little aura has been eaten up by the Youming spider. It looks very desolate.


    A red robed Taoist turned over his hand and took out a red shining feather fan. He opened it to the void. The red light flashed and the flames swept out, hitting the black spider silk.


    "Stab" of a, black spider silk immediately burn up, set off a raging fire, the flame spread quickly, the fire burst into the sky.


    The fire quickly spread to the depth of Wangui mountain range. After it spread to the depth of Wangui mountain range, a sharp hissing sound sounded, and a large black miasma gushed out of the valley. The fire quickly shrank and went out at the speed visible to the naked eye. Tens of thousands of Youming spiders rushed out of the crypt, cave and valley, and gathered together, making people feel numb.


    They made a series of harsh hiss, rushed out, straight to the monks.


    A group of three flame palace monks pinched the formula one after another, and their hands lit up bursts of red light. A deafening thunder came from the sky, and a huge cloud of fire appeared in the sky without any sign.


    The fire cloud is more than ten miles in size, blocking the sky. From a distance, it looks like a huge red sun, hanging in the sky, emitting an amazing high temperature. It can be seen that red fire snakes are swimming in the middle of the fire cloud.


    After the roar, the red fire clouds rolled violently, like boiling water, and the huge fireballs of houses flew out, hitting the netherworld spider below.


    Huge fireballs smashed on the spider and burst out with a continuous roar. The fire burst into the sky, and the spider was submerged by the rolling flames, making a series of miserable hisses.


    A large number of burning black netherworld spiders rush out of the sea of fire. Their vitality is extremely strong. Ordinary fire magic can''t hurt them at all.


    Wuchang snorted coldly and took out a small red hammer. After injecting mana, the size of the small red hammer soared, becoming the size of a house and smashing it toward a peak more than a thousand feet high.


    Boom!


    After a deafening sound, the ground shakes violently, the peak bursts open, and turns into countless pieces of gravel, smashing at the netherworld spiders. Some netherworld spiders are smashed at any time, and the dark green liquid flows all over the ground.


    Wuchang is like a giant beast in the shape of human. Waving a red hammer, it smashes dozens of peaks around it, turns them into pieces of rubble, and hits a large number of Youming spiders. A large number of Youming spiders are smashed by the rubble, but the number of Youming spiders is too many. One group died, and soon another group rushed out.Wang Qingshan and others took actions one after another to kill the low-level Youming spiders. The number of immortal practitioners is too small. If it''s all up to the low-level monks to kill them, they can''t kill them all.


    As Wang Qingshan''s sleeve shakes, nine green glass swords fly out. As soon as the formula of the sword changes, nine green glass swords burst into sharp green light one after another, turning into nine huge green lotus flowers. They disperse and fly towards the insects.


    After arriving at the sky above the netherworld spider group, nine blue lotus flowers came out with a loud sword chanting sound one after another. They quickly rotated, and countless Blue Sword Qi flew out, shooting towards the netherworld spider below.


    Boom!


    A deafening roar rang out, and a ghost spider was pierced by a dense blue flying sword.


    Every time Wuchang wields the Red Hammer, a large group of Youming spiders will be smashed to pieces. Li ling''er''s sword Jue pinches, and a blue sword rain suddenly falls from the sky. The big raindrops turn into sharp blue sword Qi, and hit Youming spiders. One by one, Youming spiders die, and their bodies can''t be kept intact.


    Song Xiruo sacrificed a small and exquisite red tripod and put it into a formula. Countless red runes suddenly appeared in the tripod, and its size soared. The red tripod spurted out a rolling flame and hit the netherworld spiders below. One by one, the netherworld spiders were submerged by the rolling flame, and they couldn''t rush out of the sea of fire any more.


    Monk Jingkong, holding a golden wooden fish with a big fist, gently knocks the golden wooden fish and recites the Scriptures. Bursts of loud Sanskrit sound and waves of golden sound sweep out. The netherworld spiders touch the golden sound and stop their activities one after another. All the viscera are broken.


    He''s not killing, he''s killing.


    Fan ruoro holds a glittering jade ruler and gently shakes it. Countless golden lights emerge and turn into countless thin golden lights. He strikes the netherworld spider below, and the dense golden light ties the netherworld spider into a sieve.