Godly Naughty Kids System

Ye Meng, who was leisurely walking over, couldn't help but twitch his mouth when he saw that Monkey Sunn was still knocking on the defensive barrier with all his strength. He asked in a childish voice.    

In the next moment, he waved his small hand.    

Zhu Bajie, Nezha, Bull Demon, and other king level heroes all appeared.    

"Go, help Monkey Sunn smash this turtle shell!"    

After the childish voice rang out, Zhu Bajie and the other King Heroes immediately brandished their weapons and smashed towards the defensive barrier!    

"Bitter! Bitter!"    

Seeing this, the elders of the reading pavilion within the defensive barrier immediately revealed bitter expressions and silently wailed in their hearts!    

Just Monkey Sunn alone was enough to give them a headache!    

Now that Pigman and the Tauren were included, how could they persist?    

Kacha!    

With Zhu Bajie and the others attacking at the same time, the light barrier of the defensive formation let out a slight cracking sound.    

In an instant, a crack appeared on the light barrier!    

"It's over!"    

The hearts of the Book Reserve Pavilion disciples within the array trembled.    

Bang! Bang! Bang!    

Monkey Sunn and the others did not pay any attention to the Zhang Painter Pavilion's advisors in the array, whose expressions had changed drastically. They continued to smash the light barrier.    

The banging sounds were like a death knell, continuously pounding on the minds of the Zhang Reserve Pavilion's advisors.    

Plop!    

Suddenly, a young Zhang Painter, who seemed to be unable to endure such torture, knelt down with a loud sound!    

"I surrender!"    

After his voice was heard, the other consecrates all looked up at the sky and let out a long sigh before slowly withdrawing their spiritual energy!    

Some of them had already collapsed! What was the point of persisting?    

In the next moment, the defensive light barrier instantly collapsed!    

"Monkey Sunn, stop!"    

The moment the light shield collapsed, Monkey Sunn had already waved his iron staff and was about to throw it at those devotees. When Ye Meng saw it, he immediately shouted to stop it.    

These few devotees had pretty much only recently joined the Zhang Painter Pavilion, and there weren't many evil acts. Ye Meng naturally didn't want to see them die under Monkey Sunn's iron staff!    

Upon hearing Ye Meng's voice, the ferocious Monkey Sunn immediately stopped his actions.    

The heavens were not afraid, but he was not afraid of the earth. He could not disobey Ye Meng's orders!    

Seeing the iron staff whistling past their heads, all the reverends heaved a sigh of relief. Then, they realized that their backs were drenched in cold sweat, and even their clothes were wet!    

"All of you, follow me. Otherwise, I will let Monkey Sunn kill all of you!"    

Ye Meng slowly walked forward, and said in a baby-like voice to the group of reverends.    

Facing such a situation, how could these reading officials dare to refuse? They naturally agreed without any hesitation!    

With such a terrifying enemy, it was hard to say whether or not they would be able to escape this calamity. Naturally, they were unwilling to be buried along with the Respectful Pavilion.    

"Let's go!"    

Ye Meng nodded his head in satisfaction. With a wave of his small hand, he led the group and left in large strides.    

Currently, the Zhang Reserve Pavilion was fighting with the Ding Family. Most of their combat strength had been transferred to the Ding Family. Therefore, the defense of the Zhang Reserve Pavilion was extremely weak!    

Ye Meng and the others swaggered forward. Surprisingly, not many people came out to stop them.    

Apart from the two ants at the entrance and the group of reverends, the rest of the way was unimpeded!    

"Eh? Strange, could it be that your so-called Ghost Pavilion Master isn't here?"    

Upon seeing this situation, a trace of surprise flashed across Ye Meng's face. Then, he turned his head and asked one of the Pavilion Masters.    

The reverend did not dare to be neglectful when he heard this and hurriedly replied.    

"The Pavilion Master is in the back hall. He didn't go to the Ding Family!"