The monsters in the courtyard of the museum fell from the sky, and many people were frightened.

Especially Ma Zhenbang's subordinates, who saw the six-winged centipede for the first time, were scared, where did they care if Ma Zhenbang died or not.

Chen Ziwen stood on top of the six-winged centipede, and a woman behind him hung in the air.

With Xiaohong's protection, Chen Ziwen is not afraid of being plotted, and he is elegant and unscrupulous.

Behind him, Xiaohong stopped in the air, dancing in a white dress.

Under the moonlight, the two of them stood above the head of a huge centipede, and for a while, they looked like gods.

These people in the courtyard have never seen such a scene.

A huge centipede, a flying woman, both seem to respect the former boy.

How strong should this teenager be?

Is this a fairy?

Of course, there are also people who do not believe in evil.

A soldier reacted, saw Ma Zhenbang dead under the six-winged centipede, roared angrily, and raised the muzzle of the gun.

But before he could pull the trigger, a large hand grabbed it.

The zombie clone once again turned into a thousand-armed mode, grabbing this person and several other soldiers who tried to shoot in their hands, and pinching their necks at will.

Ma Zhenbang is not a petty warlord.

He came to the museum this time, although he only brought a few hundred, but the equipment was very sophisticated, and even brought a few mortars!

The power of the shells, whoever tries knows it.

Don't look at the six-winged centipede, which is huge and fierce, and it is still over with one shot.

Even if it is a bronze armored corpse, it does not dare to face each other head-on.

I have to say that in the era of the end of the law, the emergence of firearms was a disaster for all people in the spiritual world. Even if it is as strong as Maoshan and other big sects, it can only respect the laws of the imperial court.

In the face of these, Chen Ziwen would not hold it up, and let the zombie clone pay attention to the every move of everyone in the courtyard.

At this time, the zombie clone made a move, and the momentum was like lightning, shocking everyone at once.

Ma Zhenbang's subordinates did not dare to move.

Chen Yulou, Partridge Whistle and others, although they had seen the doppelganger shoot in the Bottle Mountain Underground Palace, they still felt unbelievable at this time, and even because of the ruthlessness of the doppelganger's shot, there was a strong sense of jealousy.

The good thing is that it can't be bad now.

Compared with falling into the hands of Ma Zhenbang, Chen Yulou and others hoped that these people with great powers would calm the scene.

After all, everyone has fought together, and they haven't fallen out, right?

"Handsome! You're finally back! I miss it! ”

At this time, the people of Tengteng Town, who were arrested on the side, finally reacted.

The person who opened his mouth and lowered Ma Zhenbang, his face changed, and he rushed forward and loudly expressed his loyalty!

"I miss you, so let's die."

Chen Ziwen was condescending, raised his finger to the man, and the luster of a copper ring flashed on his finger, and he didn't see how to move, so he heard a miserable scream, and the man covered his heart with his hand and fell to the ground.

As soon as this person died, the audience was as silent as a cicada, and the faces of the people in Tengteng Town changed, but they did not dare to move in the slightest.

Even Tianjizi on the side twitched his cheeks a few times, and his face was much uglier.

"Okay, Ma Zhenbang is dead, Luo Lao is no longer there, and all the soldiers here belong to my independent battalion."

Chen Ziwen spoke.

Seeing that no one objected, he couldn't help but nod with satisfaction.

With so many people, calling Chen Yulou's group of Brother Xieling is enough to search Bottle Mountain.

Thinking about it, if the Xiangxi Corpse King really exists, he should be able to find it.

"Come on, untie your head for Mr. Chen."

Chen Ziwen spoke.

Ma Zhenbang's subordinates in the courtyard were probably a little at a loss, and they didn't move when they heard the words, but fortunately, the partridge whistle and the red girl on the side were not tied up, so they broke free at this time and stepped forward to loosen the tie for everyone.

Chen Yulou and the others were relieved for a while.

It's just that there is still some relief in his eyes.

has been fighting for many years, and he can be regarded as well-informed, but tonight's incident really made Chen Yulou and others' worldview completely collapse.

Seeing Luo Lao crooked on the ground, Chen Yulou felt a little sad.

"Chen, Brother Chen, there is a request below......

Chen Yulou looked at Chen Ziwen.

Chen Ziwen ordered the six-winged centipede clone to put himself down, and when he heard this, he looked at Adjutant Yang who was nervous on the side, and nodded to Chen Yulou indifferently.

A minute later.

"Bang!"

A gunshot rang out.

Adjutant Yang fell to the ground.

Chen Yulou withdrew his pistol, looked at the dead Luo Lao Crooked on the side, and said something silently, then turned to look at Chen Ziwen, and arched his hand: "Great grace is not grateful, Brother Chen and the others have saved their lives this time, and I will remember it in my heart!"

Chen Ziwen waved his hand.

The wind is light and the clouds are light.

At this time, all Ma Zhenbang's subordinates in the courtyard of the museum were armed, and mortars and other items were all received by Chen Ziwen.

These weapons should be able to exchange for a lot of good things.

Chen Ziwen has no intention of the world, only seeks freedom and longevity.

These weapons, no matter where they are sold, can be sold for a good price.

As for Chen Ziwen himself, he only plans to keep one or two mortars, two or three machine guns, and a box of grenades.

That's enough.

In fact, what satisfies Chen Ziwen the most is actually the car that Ma Zhenbang drove in Xiangxi this time.

The car is a good thing.

Chen Ziwen has long had enough of it, either in the carriage or walking.

But at the moment, the military vehicles are not here.

Instead, he was left outside the mountains by Ma Zhenbang.

is waiting for Chen Ziwen to take over.

Fortunately, there is no hurry.

Chen Ziwen called Tianjizi and asked about the situation after the collapse of Bottle Mountain, and found that some of his subordinates were killed and injured, so he didn't care much.

"By the way, where's my chicken?"

Chen Ziwen suddenly stared at a person.

This person was the one who had carried the angry chicken on his back in the first place.

The man fell to his knees and cried in fright: "Big, handsome, your chicken is gone!"

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Next.

The bottle mountain, which has collapsed, has regained thousands of people.

As soon as the group arrived at Bottle Mountain, they began to search around Bottle Mountain.

Looking at his clothes, in addition to the wrestlers of the Jieling lineage, there are also the Yunnan team, as well as the original group of Luo Lao's crooked subordinates.

Partridge Whistle and others are also there.

Due to Chen Ziwen's intervention, the old foreigner and Hua Ling did not die in the underground palace, but now they gathered around the partridge whistle, looking at the collapsed mountain peak, with a sad look.

"Senior brother, the bottle mountain has collapsed, can the dust beads still be found?"

The old foreigner was a little depressed.

Partridge Whistle was also a little worried, but as the leader of the mountain movers, he had the mission of saving his people, and he must not give up lightly.

Looking at the old foreigner and the flower spirit, the partridge whistle smiled freely: "It will definitely be possible." Although the bottle mountain has collapsed, there are so many people now, and there are still a few strange people among them, who will definitely be able to find the tomb owner. Even if you dig three feet into the ground, you will definitely be able to find it. ”

Hearing this, Hua Ling recalled some pictures from last night in his mind, and looked at the partridge whistle: "Senior brother, you said that those people are so powerful, is there a way to help us lift the curse on our bodies?"

Partridge Whistle fell silent and finally shook her head.

The mountain moving vein, also known as the mountain moving man, is also regarded as a person in the spiritual world, and he has never found a master.

However, for thousands of years, after all, there was only the answer of the dust beads.

Seeing this, Hua Ling lowered his head.

But she couldn't help but turn her head to look at the terrifying giant centipede at the foot of the mountain a hundred meters away.

On the back of the centipede, there is a human being.

It's the one named Chen Haonan.

Hua Ling tilted her head.

What is that guy doing?

She was a little curious.

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