Although all the shops were closed, the crystal track was still running as usual, so Li Mengru and the others soon came to Beicheng District and met the seven people from Dongshan Normal University outside the crystal track platform.

The seven people of Dongshan Normal University are all girls, and the leader is called Zhao Ying. Seven people and seven swords, standing in a row, is a beautiful landscape. I don't know what magical powers Xie Nantian has, but I met him last time I went out of the city, and I hooked up with Zhao Ying.

But it can't be regarded as a hookup, looking at Zhao Ying's cold expression, Lao Xie probably hasn't succeeded yet, Zhang Qiang's three boys muttered silently, Lao Xie is not interesting enough, and I don't know how many introductions I have to help my brother.

A few people exchanged pleasantries, found a secluded place, and began to discuss.

......

In an abandoned factory building, a middle-aged man with a hooked nose sneaked in with a large bag of things on his back and came to a large machine with ease.

It was a large grinder, which had been abandoned for a long time, and the hook nose struggled to pull open the grinding chamber, threw the contents on his back into it, and then hid in it himself.

This person was originally the owner of this factory, and he was arrested and imprisoned for his wife's cheating on his wife, and in a fit of rage, he slashed the adulterer. After he was released from prison, the factory went bankrupt and abandoned, so he got drunk on the street, inadvertently rained rainbow lights, and gained a magical ability - invisibility.

Relying on this ability, he scared his ex-wife and adulterer to death, and then by chance, he joined an organization called the Samsara Sect.

Hooknose carefully closes the crushing chamber and opens his backpack, which is filled with food and wine. The hook nose took a sip of wine, revealing a comfortable expression.

It's a pity, what kind of bullshit reincarnation holy sect is over, the hooked nose lies on the steel wall of the crushing room, and silently thinks: In the future, Lao Tzu wants to cultivate resources and exercises, but it will be troublesome!

But fortunately, compared to those stupid cultists who died at the hands of the official eagle dogs, Lao Tzu is much luckier, who let God favor me and give me such a good ability?

When the limelight passed this time, Lao Tzu went out of the city incognito and lurked in the surrounding county-level cities, although he couldn't earn cultivation resources by doing tasks, he could let others help him do it!

Eagle Hooknose thought beautifully, his ideals were very "ambitious", and he wanted to build a big gang and be the boss behind the scenes.

Just as he was fantasizing about a wonderful life in the future, he suddenly heard a noise from the outside world, accompanied by angry scolding.

Someone fought, and the hooked nose instantly became alert, lying on the steel wall and listening carefully, but helplessly, the entire crushing chamber was made of alloy, and the sound was superimposed by echoes after it came, and it was not clear at all.

After thinking about it, Eagle Hook Nose used genetic techniques to hide his body and slowly lurk out.

Sure enough, there were people fighting in another factory, and from a distance, there were eight people in the battle group, four fourth-grade monks and four third-grade monks.

The eight men were divided into two groups and fought against each other. One of them was a fourth-rank monk with three third-rank monks, while the other group was three fourth-rank monks with a third-rank monk.

After a closer look, the hook nose saw the clue, the group with higher strength was obviously a "churchman", each of them carried a bulging backpack behind him, without the slightest intention of fighting, and rushed out frantically. And the other group, apparently official monks, dragged a few people with their might.

Although the strength of the three third-grade monks is inferior, each of them has very wonderful genetic skills, and under the fate of the gods, several parishioners can't get out for a while.

"It's really a good official dog!" A tattooed man couldn't help but scold: "Grandpa just came to get something, and you guys caught up with the smell!"

The man who fought with him narrowed his eyes suddenly when he heard this, and the blood on the wolf claws that his hands turned into was swirling with blood, and he rushed forward, who was this person, the faceless god under the command of the governor's mansion.

Seeing this, the tattooed man was not afraid at all, and also waved his claws, ready to hit hard, but suddenly stretched out a pair of hands on the ground, grabbed his ankles, and pulled down fiercely, and the tattooed man instantly became half a short cut, and his claws hit the air.

He Duan just pounced on the top of his head, and the blood-colored wolf claws slashed towards the head of the tattooed man, and this coordination was perfect.

Seeing this, a trace of ruthlessness flashed in the tattooed man's eyes, and he didn't dodge, dodge, or defend, grabbing Heduan's ankle with his claws. actually used a life-fighting style, he is a fourth-grade monk, and he is confident that he will not die under He Duan's claws, but if He Duan is grabbed by his ankle, eighty percent will be cold.

He Duan exerted his strength in his waist and abdomen, raised his feet up, and dodged a grab, but also missed the opportunity to attack.

At this time, the three-rank cult monk who was fighting with the man in the retreat had already run out of dozens of meters, and the man thought that he could escape, but unexpectedly, there was a clear cry in mid-air, and a woman with wings came to kill him.

The two silver wings were like two sharp heavenly knives, and the third-grade monk had no choice but to stop, cheering up and preparing to take the move, but unexpectedly, the woman just shook it, and the two wings were one point, and they actually circled back and continued to stop her original opponent.

The Sanpin monk was stunned for a moment, and was about to leave, when there was a sudden pain under his feet, and the soles of his feet were broken at the wrist, and before he could shout, a person suddenly appeared from the ground behind him, and a sword stabbed him in the back of the heart.

At this time, the tide of the battle is reversed, four against three, as long as it can be delayed for a while, official reinforcements will arrive.

Seeing this, Eagle Hook Nose snorted coldly, and didn't plan to come forward to help at all. Just as Eagle Hooknose was about to leave, he suddenly stared at the bulging backpacks behind those parishioners.

After glancing around, a guess suddenly appeared in Eagle Hooknose's heart, could it be that there is a Holy Sect near here? Suppressing the excitement in his heart, Eagle Hook Nose cautiously approached the battlefield, came to the dead three-rank monk, and saw that the backpack was full of porcelain vases through the loose zipper.

Pei Yuandan, with a hooked nose, left the battlefield and touched back along the traces of the battle of several people. He Duan, who was fighting, suddenly moved his nose twice, and a look of doubt flashed in his eyes.

......

"That dognose is really a good guy!"

Looking at the box in front of him, Chu Ge nodded with satisfaction. I wandered around for a long time and didn't find the cult monks, but I found He Duan and the four people, followed them, and successfully found this hall.

This place was already empty, and the four cult cultivators came to get cultivation resources with a fluke mentality, but they happened to be blocked by the four of He Duan. For the battle, Chu Ge has no interest in it, taking the opportunity to loot the treasure is the right way, and it will be difficult to start when the official person comes.

Chu Ge searched inside and out, only finding dozens of bottles of Pei Yuan Dan and a large number of healing potions, it seemed that some important cultivation resources had been taken away by the cult cultivators.

Combined, these things are worth about a thousand contribution points, Chu Ge frowned, a little unwilling, this harvest is far from meeting his expectations.

Soon, Chu Ge took aim at the idol placed on the altar, there shouldn't be something hidden in this idol, right?

As soon as he thought of this, Chu Ge stretched out his hand to touch the idol, and the moment Chu Ge's fingertips touched the idol, his fingers were numb, as if they had been electrocuted by static electricity. Chu Ge blinked and touched again, but this time nothing happened.

In the main hall of the spiritual realm, the old man who was holding the bamboo slips and looking at the ground with relish seemed to have suddenly sensed something, and the corners of his mouth showed a hint of ridicule.

In an extremely secret basement, several seven-rank masters knelt expressionlessly in front of a god statue, clasped their hands together, and prayed silently. Suddenly, the idol fluctuated slightly, as if there was a hint of anger, but the anger seemed to be mixed with a hint of joy.

"My grandson, I saw you, you can't run away!"

Hearing this voice, all the seven-rank monks worshiped one after another, and one of the black-robed people couldn't help but speak: "Sect Master, my subordinates are willing to serve you......"

"No need!" the idol let out another mental fluctuation, "You can hide here in peace, and wait for this wave of wind to pass before going out." ”

The black-robed man bowed his head and worshipped.

"My grandson seems to have gotten something amazing, but it doesn't matter, it won't be long before it's mine!" the thought flashed through the hidden consciousness of the idol.

......

Looking at the fragments of the god statues all over the ground, Chu Ge sighed and withdrew the long sword, sure enough, there are not so many opportunities in this world.

Just as Chu Ge was about to leave, he suddenly felt a tingling sensation in the back of his neck.