The other party was crazy and bumped around, but his steps were very slow, as if every step he took was walking in a sea of swords and fire.

Qinglong's right-hand man looked at the monster that suddenly ran out, and said in a low voice: "Boss, he's going to die." ”

"Hmm." Qinglong narrowed his eyes and stared at the monster covered in blood.

He counted one, two, and three in his heart...... When he counted to five, the monster screamed and fell to the ground.

From the room where the monster ran out, several people came out wearing special clothes of the Wu people.

These people are the elders of the Wu people, and the men who are supported among them are the sacrifices of the Wu people.

He is the person who has the most right to speak besides the Holy Daughter and the Holy Son.

But since the defeat of the Western Regions seven years ago and the submission to the Western Liang Kingdom, the holy daughter of the Wu people no longer has the right to speak, and the sacrifice controls the biggest lifeblood of the Wu Clan, and he has created a group of monsters that cannot be killed.

The Wu people are now divided into two factions, one is in conflict with the world, and the other is always preparing for the restoration of the country.

At this moment, the group of people who came out of the Wu clan sacrifice are all Wu people who belong to the Fu country's faction.

As for those who guard the surroundings or have a loose temperament, they are all another faction that is at peace with the world.

I saw the priest slowly walk up to the monster that had fallen to the ground and had lost its breath, and he crouched down to look at the monster.

After watching it for a long time, I only heard him say in the Wu dialect: "It's a pity, it's almost a little bit more successful." ”

Qinglong has also been in the Western Regions for a while, so he naturally listens to the words of the sacrifice.

Standing behind the priest, the elder thought that his face was gloomy: "Lord Priest, will we succeed tonight?" It's been a long time since we've refined a brave puppet, and those before were half-and couldn't stand up to polishing. ”

The priest stood up, a gleam flashing in his slightly drooping eyes.

He didn't answer the words of the elder behind him, and suddenly turned his head, his gaze straight to the direction where the green dragon was bound.

Those evil eyes full of calculations stared directly at the green dragon.

I only heard the Wu clan priest say to the elders behind him: "This time we will definitely refine the most courageous puppet, maybe we can find the most suitable candidate to raise ghost qi, and then the great cause of restoring the country will be effortless." ”

When the elders behind him heard this, their faces showed expectation.

When Qinglong heard this, his face was full of disdain and ridicule.

With the existence of millions of soldiers of Xuanjiawei, their omnipotent mastermother, and now that they have found their master, it is easy for this group of witch people to restore the country, it is simply a pipe dream.

Qinglong looked back at the Wu Clan sacrifice defiantly, his gaze straight and mocking.

The Wu Clan Priest looked at Shang Qinglong with such a cruel gaze, but suddenly curled the corners of his lips and revealed a strange smile.

I saw that his lips moved slightly, and some strange sound came out, but someone from the house on the left in the canyon slowly came out.

No, they can't be called human anymore.

The monsters were pale and blue, and their bodies were a little stiff.

As they walked out of the room, the voices from the priest's mouth stopped.

Then another shrill voice rang out.

After that, Qinglong and his secret guards witnessed a very bloody scene.

The moment the voice from the priest's mouth sounded, those monsters moved quickly.

They went mad, flying towards the monsters that had died before them on the ground, pulling at the corpses and sending their putrid flesh into their mouths.