The monks looked at each other, and one of them finally couldn't help but ask, "What backhand?" Elder Jin, what are you talking about? ”

"Ask your most beloved deacon." Elder Jin pointed to the Clear Deacon on the ground, his face angry.

The four young monks frowned and looked at Deacon Clearspace.

"Don't listen to his nonsense!" Deacon Clearance refused to admit it, and shouted at Elder Jin with his neck in his hand: "Don't sow discord here, get out of here!" Get out!! Ahem......"

Due to his excessive emotion, the deacon began to cough incessantly again, and felt like he was about to cough up pneumonia.

The four monks could only turn their gaze to Elder Jin again, hoping that he would be able to tell the story.

At this moment, there was movement outside the dark room.

In the next second, the door of the dark room was hit by a strong wind, and it was split in an instant.

In the face of coercion, everyone's faces were full of panic, and the young monks were even worse, directly kneeling on the ground with a "plop" and trembling.

Three people walked in outside the door, led by the Jinggen host, and the ruins were long and Ming Fu Zhenren was behind.

Seeing them, a trace of ruthlessness flashed in the expression of the deacon on the ground, he knew that he only had one last chance left, if he didn't resist at this time, then he would die without a place to be buried!

So, he silently recited the mantra in his heart, and the Buddha power was secretly condensed in the palm of his hand, and the powder that had been quiet on the ground suddenly moved again.

It's too late, it's too soon.

The powder instantly surrounded the deacon of the void, so fast that everyone around him did not react.

At the same time, the four young monks suddenly screamed and fell to the ground, and their bodies gradually turned into powder.

They kept rolling and wailing, but they could only endure the pain of breaking their bones and muscles.

Elder Jin glared angrily and wanted to stop it, but was stopped by Abbot Jinggen.

Ming Fu Zhenren looked at the young monks with pity and shook his head: "It's too late, once this secret method is activated, there is no way to interrupt it, and if you insert it rashly, you will only lose both sides and add casualties." ”

"Then you can't watch them die like this!!" Elder Jin still couldn't let go.

After all, after all, the lives of these children were killed by him, and if it weren't for his kindness at that time, he agreed to their request and saved Deacon Clear, then they would not have suffered this.

Thinking of this, Elder Jin could no longer sit idly by.

However, just as he made a move, he was slashed in the neck by Abbot Jinggen's hand knife, and he fainted suddenly.

"Good way!" The ruins eating melons on the side gave him a thumbs up.

At the end, he took out a mace as if he was offering a treasure and sold it hard.

"The artifact carefully developed by this seat is specially designed for knocking people, and it is guaranteed to only faint people without hurting the body, it can take care of your hands, so that you can avoid hand pain, hand redness, hand swelling and so on caused by knocking people...... And all this, as long as 998, you can take it home, 998, you can't buy a loss, you can't buy a fool......"

Ruin's face became more and more flattering: "How is it?" Don't worry, there are bigger discounts in wholesale! ”

"......" Mingfu Zhenren's face was full of black lines, and he silently stood a little away from him.

Who is this idiot? Do I know each other?

No! I don't know!

"......" Abbot Jinggen was also shocked, and at this time he only had one feeling-

The ruins that I haven't seen for many years are long, and I'm afraid my brain is Watt!

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