Saran, Shura, and Priest Ambu grabbed Mr. Lu at the same time. Please search (product book) to see the most complete!

"Didn't you want my treasure bag, give it to you!"

Mr. Lu raised his left hand, and seven or eight treasure bags flew out at the same time, and the Saran priests subconsciously reached out to grab the treasure bags.

After a moment's notice, Mr. Lu suddenly disappeared on the spot.

Many people looked up at the Gate of Light to see if there was any blood mist bursting out, but the Gate of Light did not move, and everyone suddenly realized in their hearts that what the High Priest of the Night said could not even escape from the escape technique, it turned out to be just a scare.

The square lit up with several rays of light, and at this time, some people began to use the escape technique and the teleportation stone to escape, but with a few pops, the blood mist of the Gate of Light exploded, apparently just escaped these people, and some people were not pure enough to escape and were captured by the Gate of Light.

At this moment, the people who wanted to escape began to tremble again.

The High Priest of the Night's face was ugly, and he couldn't imagine that Mr. Lu would be able to escape from under their noses.

The priests of Ambu reached out and grabbed seven treasure bags.

The priest of Shura grabbed two, she tore one apart, and said hatefully: "This guy is so cunning, I don't know what his identity is!"

The treasure bag was torn, and the contents were scattered in an uproar, and it was dozens of weeds, which was a treasure bag that did not recognize the Lord, and the contents were stirred by the aura of the Shura priest, and half of it fell out, and half of the treasure bag was destroyed, and it could no longer be taken out.

Santi saw the weeds on the ground and exclaimed, "Divine root grass, oh my God, it's all divine root grass!"

The people in the square gasped in shock, the god root grass is sky-high, and there is no market, what is the identity of the young man just now, how rich he is!

The Sima family monopolizes the world's Shengen grass, this is a secret that the gods know, the Shengen grass is a good place to live, Mr. Lu naturally will not let it go, with his relationship with Mrs. Ju, he has quietly got a lot of Shengen grass from the Sima family over the years, he could have made a lot of money, but now he is cheap.

More than 100 miles away, a white figure appeared in a wilderness, this person was Mr. Lu, as soon as his body appeared, his hand immediately lit up a teleportation charm, and teleported himself out again.

After using seven teleportation talismans in a row, Mr. Lu stopped and took a breath, he took two hidden pills, and then glanced in the direction of the Demon God Temple, and sneered: "Demon Dao demon, do you think you are very smart, if you don't mention that the gates of light are all opened, I really don't dare to be so resolute to escape with the best Jiaoyun crystal, fortunately, I reserve an extra piece for myself!"

Mr. Lu said and touched the treasure bag in his arms, and said to himself: "It's a pity that my medicinal materials have cheapened those evil thieves of the Demon Dao for nothing!" At this time, he was thousands of miles away from the Temple of Light, and he felt that he had reached a safe area.

There was nothing in his arms, only a treasure bag left in his waist, Mr. Lu's face turned pale all of a sudden, and his mind hurriedly entered the treasure bag on his waist, and his divine sense swept it away, and he suddenly fell to the ground.

"Oh my God, me, why did I throw the young master out?"

In a hurry just now, Mr. Lu threw out seven treasure bags, the one he hid Sima Shao's, he thought it was stuffed into his arms, but he forgot to hold it in his hand all the time, and he threw it out together just now.

This time Mr. Lu wanted to cry without tears, he brought Sima Shao to the Demon Dao, the most important thing is to protect his safety, now Sima Shao has fallen into the hands of the Demon Dao, with the way they treated Yan Qiuhan just now, the end can be imagined, if Mr. Lu goes back, not only Sima Buzhai will not spare him, but even Mrs. Ju will peel his skin.

Thinking of the fate of the sword just now, Mr. Lu stomped his feet and said: "Okay, I'll go to the three knives now to buy a boat to go to sea, whether it's the Demon Dao or the Shinto, I can't stay, Mrs. Ju I'm sorry, it's not that I didn't take good care of your son, it's just that he is too greedy and too self-conscious, fortunately I didn't leave the essence blood for the Sima family, otherwise I wouldn't be able to escape!"

Mr. Lu originally did not bring Sima Shao to the Demon Dao, it was Sima Shao who received Tong Qing's summons and coveted the Worry-Free Sword, and now if Sima Shao dies in the Demon Dao, Sima Buzhai will inevitably anger him, with Sima Buzhai's ferocity, Mr. Lu does not dare to imagine how he will be disposed of.

A figure rose up in the air and flew towards the three knives.

Temple of the Demon God Altar.

The light of the Gate of Light grew brighter and brighter, and its golden light grew brighter and brighter with the blood mist.

A young man appears at the altar.

This young man was none other than Sima Shao.

Sima Shao's brain was dizzy for a while, and when he came to his senses, he saw that there was a terrifying old man standing opposite, his figure was tall, but his face was shriveled and yellow, and his eye sockets were deep, like a living skeleton, he couldn't help but feel a chill, and asked, "You, who are you, Mr. Lu?"

The person on the opposite side is naturally the high priest of the night, just now the priest of Saran opened the treasure bag one by one, half of Mr. Lu's treasure bag was recognized by blood, but there are three treasure bags containing miscellaneous items, Sima Shao hid in the box of one of his treasure bags, with the background of the Sima family, there is naturally a calyx silk grass in the box.

The High Priest of the Night said coldly, "He's dead!"

Sima Shao was really panicked at this time, and shouted: "Impossible, impossible, you lied to me!"

The High Priest of the Night snorted disdainfully, he stared at Sima Shao, and said, "Are you really Sima Buzhai's grandson?"

Sima Shao was terrified, with the cultivation of the high priest of the night, it was not impossible to pinch Mr. Lu to death, he said fearfully: "No, yes, I am Sima Yiming of the Sima family, you let me go, no matter what you want, my Sima family will be full and satisfy you." ”

The high priest of the night snorted: "I want Sima Bufast's old life, is he willing?"

Sima Shao's body trembled, and said, "I, my grandfather can talk about anything!"

The High Priest of the Night sneered, pointed to the door of light, and said coldly: "I have left you a good place, you are the ninety-ninth, now, please go in!"

Sima Shao said in horror: "No, you can't do this to me, as long as you don't kill me, you are willing to do anything you want me to do!"

"Really?"

"Really, as long as you don't kill me, I'm willing to sell my soul!"

Sima Shao bit his finger, blood dripped down, and now he would not hesitate to swear any blood oath.

The High Priest of the Night had a complicated look in his eyes, and he said slowly, "Okay, then I'll give you a chance!" he used the sound transmission.

Sima Shao was overjoyed, and immediately knelt on the ground, kowtowed, and said, "Thank you for the grace of the high priest not to kill!"

The High Priest of the Night said hatefully: "Last year, when my father, Venerable Bright, was killed in the Snow Country, I swore that whenever I met the Shinto elders and their relatives, I would definitely see one and kill the other, and today you should feel lucky, because you have touched the blood sacrifice of the Gate of Light, if you have the opportunity to become the heir of the Bright King, not only can you not die, but you can also inherit the mantle of the Bright King!"

The Light Venerable is the Demon Venerable, and the Demon Venerable Cheng Yin was killed by Ze'er.