Joke! Just now, I used the Ancient Dao Technique, but the Dao fluctuations have amplitude to the peak of the heavens at a certain moment, and with my age of less than thirty years old, who wouldn't be surprised?

I landed, surrounded by partners.

Enzimu, Shi Heizang, Ah Ju, Meng Yishuang with Ning Yuru on his back, a round bowl monk with cold eyes, and a sword Rakshasa with a cold and arrogant face.......

The most important thing is that Gong Zhong and Mr. Liu are watching quietly not far away.

Yoo Mi-hyuk followed the two of them.

Far away, the angry cemetery monk did not come forward again after he landed.

Behind him were five goalkeepers who could only support each other, and they looked at me with bloodshot eyes, which was boundless hatred.

In an instant, there were only five of the eight generals left, and they were all incomplete, who hated me if they didn't hate me?

But have they forgotten that they were the ones who carried out the assassination, and I just gave back to the other in the other way.

Come out to mix, you always have to pay it back, they dare to do the first year of junior high school, can they still blame others for doing fifteen?

But no matter how much they hate, they have to endure it.

The power of the Dharma protector around me is too strong to be shaken by the cemetery laymen and the goalkeepers who have suffered heavy losses.

The 'whirring' wind was blowing, and no one dared to speak.

The tens of thousands of people watching the battle stared at me with the eyes of a monster.

I ignored it and gestured.

Enzimu stepped forward and handed over a magic tool to me, which was the hundred Buddha diagram of Lang Liuli.

I held this scroll and felt it with my mind, and I couldn't help but be overjoyed.

Because, the painting scroll magic tool not only reaches the best, but also comes with its own internal space, which is not large, that is, dozens of cubic meters, but Lang Liuli's net worth is quietly staying there.

This includes the right-handed white snail tools he used previously.

My assassination was too fast, Lang Liuli still had a lot of treasures at the bottom of the box that he didn't have a chance to use, so he was killed on the spot, and it seems that he died a little unjustly, but this kind of demon monk who is full of injustices can die happily, and I still feel that he is cheaper.

On the contrary, the trophies of the eight goalkeepers could not be collected, because the five goalkeepers who were sent out actually took away the bags of the three fallen partners in an instant, including the weapons of the three goalkeepers.

This upsets me.

In fact, it would not be great if Lang Liuli's ghost could catch it and give it to the tomb bell.

But I knew that I couldn't be soft at that time, whether it was the goalkeeper Da Neng or Lang Liuli, if I didn't keep it, I had a soul escape technique, and if I was not careful, I would be escaped by their souls, and there would be endless troubles in the future.

Therefore, I was ruthless at that time, and directly suppressed the three major gatekeepers and the ghost of Lang Liuli, so as not to suffer from it instead of fighting the snake.

Tomb Bell also likes to collect the corpses of Tongtian realm masters, and I don't care about this, their corpses have turned into powder.

"Huh? There is still a little bit left. ”

I looked at something a hundred meters away.

It was a head, Lang Liuli's head.

I don't know why, his head can still remain intact under the bombardment of the Ancient Dao Method, and I feel abnormal when I compare it to his shattered body.

"Bring that thing."

I pointed to the head of Lang Liuli.

Ah Ju flew down with a thud, wrapped his hand in corpse qi, picked up the head, and then flew back to me.

I pointed to the ground.

Ah Ju understood, threw Lang Liuli's head to the ground, and made a 'bang' sound.

I noticed that the anger of the cemetery monk who was watching this scene from a distance was extremely obvious, because three heavenly fires came out of his head.

"Humph!" Snorted coldly, I didn't pay attention to the cemetery monks, nor did I care about Mi Luo and Zhou Jue, I looked down at Lang Liuli's dead eyes, and said coldly: "Demon monk, the master of this hall said that he would use your head to sacrifice innocent souls, don't you believe it, isn't this the end now?" But why is your head so hard? Let me try. ”

With that, I lifted my wooden foot wrapped in my armor boots and stomped it down hard.

"Peng, Peng!"

After several stampedes in a row, the skull had been trampled into the dirt, but there was no sign of cracking.

"It's too much of a deception! Jiang Du, you are so blasphemous to the dead, you are not afraid of retribution? ”

The cemetery lay man was furious and pointed at me and roared.

I didn't pay attention to him at all, and stepped on it several times, and then I motioned to Enzimu to dig out Lang Liuli's head, and at a glance, in addition to being all dirt, it was still very complete.

Undoubtedly, Lang Liuli's head has practiced a special technique, which can make the skull comparable to King Kong, but unfortunately, he has only cultivated to the head, and the rest of his body is not so strong.

This method is similar to the golden body of the Daoless Dao practiced by the monks in the cemetery, and it is the limit of the indestructible body.

"Put it away and take it back to pay homage to the souls of the dead."

I ordered.

Enzimu smiled, answered yes, and used a cloth pocket to pack up Lang Liuli's head and hang it around his waist.

A super assassin like Enzimu has seen too many lives and deaths, just a human head, in his eyes, it is no different from a jade pendant, and it is not taken seriously at all.

"Amitabha, good, good! Jiang Du Pavilion Master, the so-called murder is not a nod to the ground, the abbot of the temple Lang Liuli has died away, many grievances naturally dissipated with the wind, and asked the owner to deliver his head back, the poor monk will bring it back to the country for proper burial, Jiang Du Pavilion Master is also regarded as a Yin virtue;

Also, the Hundred Buddha is the temple of the previous generation of the host of the magic tool, the previous generation of the host disappeared so far, but the magic tool appeared, this is a clue to find him, but also ask the owner to return together;

Good deeds are rewarded, and the Buddha will definitely bless you. ”

A fat-headed and big-eared monk strode out of the camp of the Buddha Temple, joined me from afar, spoke loudly, and begged for Lang Liuli's head and the Hundred Buddha Diagram Dharma tools.

I glanced at him indifferently and asked in a cold voice, "What is the master's legal name, ......?" ”

"The poor monk is eternal, and it is the first one in the Arhat Hall of the Buddha Temple."

Monk Yonglai responded calmly.

"Master Yonglai is the first seat of the Luohan Hall, this is second only to the status of the host, think about it, as soon as Lang Liuli dies, you can compete for the host position, so calculated, you still owe the master of the museum!

I've helped you remove the biggest obstacle to the throne, so tell me how you want to repay me? ”

As for the head of Lang Liuli and the Hundred Buddha Diagram? I'm sorry, but this is the trophy of the owner of the museum, and there is no reason to return it to the Buddha Temple! Of course, if you use resources to redeem it, it is not non-negotiable, and the so-so inner core of the ten soul stones is enough;

Master Yonglai, do you understand? ”

How can I get used to his temper? Straight back.

This guy sat on the mountain and watched the tiger fight, at this time he jumped out to ask for a hundred Buddha pictures, and tied me up with good retribution, I really thought that the owner of the museum was good at talking!

Kick your nose in the face, look for scolding!

Even if Yonglai is deep in the city, his face became very ugly when he was scolded by my words.

In particular, I pointed out that Lang Liuli is the biggest obstacle to him being the host, which is a fact, and he has not been cheeky enough to deny it in public.