joke! Just now, I just used the ancient Taoism, but the fluctuations of the Taoism have reached the peak of the sky at a certain moment. With my age under 30, who is not surprised
I landed, surrounded by partners.
Enzimu, Shi Heizang, A Ju, Meng Yishuang with Ning Yuru on his back, Yuanbo monk with cold eyes, sword Raksha with cold and arrogant faces...
The most important thing is that Gong Zhong and Mr. Liu watched quietly not far away.
Liu Meihe followed them.
From afar, the enraged cemetery laymen did not come forward after they landed.
Behind him are five goalkeepers who can support each other, and they look at me like blood, it is boundless hatred.
In an instant, there were only five of the eight generals left, all of which were incomplete. They don't hate me, who hates me
But did they forget that they were the ones who engaged in the assassination
When they come out, they always have to pay it back. If they dare to do the first year of junior high school, can they still blame others for doing the fifteenth
But no matter how much they hate, they have to endure it.
The power of the guardian around me is too strong, and it cannot be shaken by the cemetery laymen and the badly damaged goalkeeper masters.
The'huhu' wind was blowing, and no one dared to speak.
Tens of thousands of people watching the game stared at me with the eyes of monsters.
I ignored it and gestured.
En Zimu came forward and handed me a piece of Dharma tool, which was Lang Liuli's Hundred Buddhas.
I held this picture scroll, felt it with my mind, and couldn't help being overjoyed.
This is because the painting scroll tools not only have reached the top quality, but also have their own internal space, which is not too big, that is, tens of cubic meters, but Lang Liuli's net worth stays there quietly.
Including the right-handed white snail method he used previously.
My assassination was too swift. Lang Liuli still had a lot of treasures at the bottom of the box without a chance to use it, so he was suppressed on the spot. It seemed a bit wrong to say that he died, but the monk who is full of grievances can die happily. It feels cheaper for him.
The trophies of the eight main goalkeepers were not collected, because the five goalkeepers that were beaten out of the flight had even lost their three partners' luggage in that instant, and included the weapons of the three goalkeepers.
This makes me very unhappy.
In fact, if Lang Liuli and their ghosts could catch the tomb bell, it wouldn't be too good.
But I knew that I couldn't be soft at the time. Whether it was the goalkeeper Da Neng or Lang Liuli, there was a soul escape technique to prevent irregularities. If they were not careful, their soul would escape, and there would be endless troubles.
Therefore, I was ruthless at that time and directly killed the ghosts of the three main generals and Lang Liuli, so as not to be harmed by the snakes.
Tombbell also likes to collect the corpses of the masters of the Heavenly Transcendent Realm.
"Huh? There is still a little left."
I looked at something a hundred meters away.
That is a head, Lang Liuli's head.
I don't know why, his head can be kept intact under the bombardment of the ancient Dao Fa, and I feel abnormal when compared to his shattered body.
"Bring that thing."
I point to the head of Lang Liuli.
Aju flew down with a scream, wrapped his hands in corpse energy, picked up the head, and flew back to my side.
I pointed to the ground.
A Ju understood, and threw Lang Liuli's head to the ground, making a'boom'.
I noticed the anger of the cemetery layman who was watching this scene from a distance was very obvious, because three sky fires appeared above his head.
"Humph!" With a cold snort, I ignored the laymen in the cemetery, nor did I bother with Mi Luo and Zhou Jue. I lowered my head and stared at Lang Liuli's dead eyes, and said coldly, "The demon monk, the owner of the museum said. I’ve used your first level to pay tribute to the innocent souls. Don’t you believe me, isn’t that what’s going on right now? But why is your head so hard? Let me try."
Having said this, I lifted the wooden feet wrapped in the armor boots and stepped on it fiercely.
"Peng, Peng!"
After several consecutive steps, the head has been trampled into the mud, but there is no sign of cracking.
"Too much deception! Jiang Du, are you afraid of retribution if you blaspheme the dead like this?"
The laymen in the cemetery burst into anger, pointing at me and shouting.
I ignored him at all, and stepped on it a few more times before signalling En Zimu to dig out Lang Liuli's head. At first glance, it was very intact except that it was all mud.
Undoubtedly, Lang Liuli has practiced special techniques on his head, which can make his skull comparable to King Kong, but unfortunately, he only cultivates to the head, and other parts of his body are not as strong.
This method is similar to the innocent golden body practiced by the cemetery laymen. They are both invincible bodies.
limit.
"Put it away and take it back to pay homage to the souls of the dead."
I ordered.
En Zimu smiled and responded, using a cloth pocket to pack up the first stage of Lang Liuli and hang it from his waist.
Enzimu, such a super assassin, has seen too many lives and deaths, a human head, in his eyes, it is no different from the jade pendant, and he doesn't take it seriously.
"Amitabha Buddha, kindness, kindness! Master Jiang Du, the so-called murder is nothing but heady. The abbot of this temple, Lang Liuli, has died away, and many grievances have disappeared naturally with the wind, and the master will be asked to hand over his head back, and the poor monk will He brought him back to Tai Country for a proper burial, and the master Jiang Du was also considered to have accumulated yin virtue;
In addition, the Hundred Buddhas Tu is the tool used by the predecessor of this temple. The predecessor has disappeared and has not been seen, but the tool has appeared. This is a clue to search for him. Please return it with the master;
Goodness is rewarded, and the Buddha will surely bless you. "
A fat-eared monk strode out of the camp of the Lufo Temple, joined me from a long distance away, and spoke loudly, asking for Lang Liuli's head and Baifo's drawing tools.
I glanced at him indifferently, and asked in a cold voice: "The master's sign is...?"
"Poor monk Yong Lai is the first Arhat Hall in Lufo Temple."
Monk Yong Lai responded calmly.
"Master Yong Lai is the first seat in the Arhat Hall. This is second only to the presiding position. If you want to come, once Lang Liuli is dead, you can compete for the presidency. In this way, you monk still owes the master of the museum. !
I help you remove the biggest obstacle to the presidency. Tell me, how do you want to repay me? "
As for Lang Liuli's first level and Baifo map? Sorry, this is the loot of the owner of the museum, and there is no reason to return it to the Lufo Temple! Of course, if you use resources to redeem it, it is not non-negotiable. Ten so-so soul stone cores are enough;
Master Yong Lai, do you understand? "
How can I get used to his temper? Go straight back.
This guy sits on the mountain watching the tigers fight. At this time, he popped out to ask for a picture of a hundred Buddhas. He also bound me with good and good rewards. I really think that the owner of the museum is a good talker!
Those who push their noses on their faces, look for cursing!
Even if Yong Lai's city mansion was deep, his face became very ugly even when I was overwhelmed by such words.
In particular, I pointed out that Lang Liuli was the biggest obstacle for him to be a host. This is a fact, and he hasn't been so cheeky enough to deny it in public.
(End of this chapter)