Chapter Eighty-Six: Misfortune Leads to the East

However, it was just as Mino relied on what he saw and what he knew to speculate about Muhammad's actions. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

But Muhammad, who did not know that he thought that he had a low status in this cult organization, was at the heart of this underground palace, sitting at the round table in the center of the highest council hall, and was discussing with others with a relaxed expression.

Behind him, two plump and bewitching seductive demons were waiting carefully, and a large group of fifth-level berserker demons were standing around the venue, patrolling with a strict and serious guard in a posture that was against the chaotic nature of the demon.

Just by looking at the standard of treatment he enjoys, he knows that Muhammad is probably one of the core members even if he is not the leader of this cult.

And if Mino really stood here and swept it with the holy light, he would find that Muhammad's body was hidden and extremely rich and profound, and that he could restrain his own demonic energy, even in the abyss, only high-level and above-level powerful demons were capable of doing it.

So Mino didn't know that he had lost his eyes at all, and he was quite outrageous, not to mention the guards around him, that is, let him come one-on-one with Muhammad, if he didn't use the Phoenix Blood Nirvana to fight to the death, his chances of losing were probably far greater than the possibility of winning.

Of course, Mino, who was coming forward and preparing to fight against demonized humans, did not know this, and Muhammad, who was chatting with other people in the cult, although he roughly learned about Mino's arrival through the changes in the trap, he did not know that Mino, a fourth-level priest, was actually thinking of using force to subdue himself at this time.

"Don't talk, Muhammad, you old fellow, although getting this holy relic this time is undoubtedly a great contribution to the organization, but the clergy you have attracted are already about to enter the core of this stronghold, now you should be thinking about how to deal with those two clergy who came because of you, instead of chatting with everyone here!"

Just as Muhammad was holding a glass of red liquid that he didn't know whether it was blood or wine, laughing and talking happily with a pale-faced middle-aged man next to him, a middle-aged man dressed in black looked at Muhammad with disgust for some reason, and rebuked him with great dissatisfaction.

"Get out of the way, you shit, Dvasilel, you shit, you've been in the city of Muteuliria for so long, and you've been caught by the kingdom's power, and you've lost most of the power of the local organization, so you're embarrassed to teach me a lesson here. ”

Faced with the rebuke of the black-robed man named Dwasilel, Muhammad took a sip of the liquid in the cup, pursed his lips disdainfully, raised his index finger and shook it from side to side, and said contemptuously and disdainfully.

"Muhammad, you old bastard!" Muhammad's move immediately angered the black-robed man, and he instantly got up and scolded Muhammad loudly with a red face: "You are embarrassed to say this, if it wasn't for the people you sent to show their feet and attract the kingdom to track down, and without informing me, would I have been caught off guard to that point?" What's even more hateful is that you still fell into the ground, not only pretending not to receive my letter for help, but also taking the opportunity to embezzle Lao Tzu's property, and that's it, Muhammad, if you don't give Lao Tzu an explanation today, Lao Tzu will not be finished with you!"

The more he talked, the more angry he became, and in the end, the black-robed man's anger was already uncontrollable, and the rich demonic qi condensed behind him, with a posture of wanting to do something if he didn't agree with him.

"Enough, Dwasilaire, sit down for me, and Muhammad shut up for me!"

Just as Muhammad was about to stand up and fight back with disdain, the majestic old man sitting at the top slapped the table dissatisfiedly, and immediately stopped the two people who were getting more and more noisy, and saw that they were about to stage a full martial arts.

-- It's too late --

Behind him, two plump and bewitching seductive demons were waiting carefully, and a large group of fifth-level berserker demons were standing around the venue, patrolling with a strict and serious guard in a posture that was against the chaotic nature of the demon.

Just by looking at the standard of treatment he enjoys, he knows that Muhammad is probably one of the core members even if he is not the leader of this cult.

And if Mino really stood here and swept it with the holy light, he would find that Muhammad's body was hidden and extremely rich and profound, and that he could restrain his own demonic energy, even in the abyss, only high-level and above-level powerful demons were capable of doing it.

So Mino didn't know that he had lost his eyes at all, and he was quite outrageous, not to mention the guards around him, that is, let him come one-on-one with Muhammad, if he didn't use the Phoenix Blood Nirvana to fight to the death, his chances of losing were probably far greater than the possibility of winning.

Of course, Mino, who was coming forward and preparing to fight against demonized humans, did not know this, and Muhammad, who was chatting with other people in the cult, although he roughly learned about Mino's arrival through the changes in the trap, he did not know that Mino, a fourth-level priest, was actually thinking of using force to subdue himself at this time.

"Don't talk, Muhammad, you old fellow, although getting this holy relic this time is undoubtedly a great contribution to the organization, but the clergy you have attracted are already about to enter the core of this stronghold, now you should be thinking about how to deal with those two clergy who came because of you, instead of chatting with everyone here!"

Just as Muhammad was holding a glass of red liquid that he didn't know whether it was blood or wine, laughing and talking happily with a pale-faced middle-aged man next to him, a middle-aged man dressed in black looked at Muhammad with disgust for some reason, and rebuked him with great dissatisfaction.

"Get out of the way, you shit, Dvasilel, you shit, you've been in the city of Muteuliria for so long, and you've been caught by the kingdom's power, and you've lost most of the power of the local organization, so you're embarrassed to teach me a lesson here. ”

Faced with the rebuke of the black-robed man named Dwasilel, Muhammad took a sip of the liquid in the cup, pursed his lips disdainfully, raised his index finger and shook it from side to side, and said contemptuously and disdainfully.

"Muhammad, you old bastard!" Muhammad's move immediately angered the black-robed man, and he instantly got up and scolded Muhammad loudly with a red face: "You are embarrassed to say this, if it wasn't for the people you sent to show their feet and attract the kingdom to track down, and without informing me, would I have been caught off guard to that point?" What's even more hateful is that you actually fell into the ground, not only pretending not to receive my letter for help, but also taking the opportunity to embezzle Lao Tzu's property, and that's it, Muhammad, if you don't give Lao Tzu an explanation today, Lao Tzu is not finished with you!" )