In the mountain temple, at this time, the chaos has reached the extreme, and countless people are crazy to run towards the outside of the mountain temple to find a small forest to solve it, whether it is a master or a gangster, there is no difference at this time.

However, not everyone can hold on to get out of the mountain temple, and if they can't hold it, they will start to solve it directly on the spot, and for a while, the entire mountain temple will be white and tender.

As for the head, everyone covered their heads with great tacit understanding, and the bottom was the same, and they couldn't see who it was, as long as everyone couldn't recognize their faces.

"Damn, what do you all eat, so tasty?"

"You're fucking out of the gong and can still make incense, it's all fucking forbearance, no one wants to be like this, oops, here it is again."

"That's it, you are much better than Mr. Yulian Chengyu, at least you still show your belly, be content."

"That is, the representative of the dignified South Green Forest pulled in his crotch in front of the entire North and South Green Forest, and it is estimated that no one will be able to forget such a grand event in the next twenty years."

"You're different, everyone is exposed."

"You know who I am, but Yuliancheng has shown his face, compared to the Black Mountain Bear, the Demon Master of the White Horse Temple, the killer of the Blood River Tower, Wu Qing, and the Southern Sword Duan Cheng of the Diancang Sect at least ran out."

"It's really miserable, if I guess I don't have the face to mix in the rivers and lakes."

………

Listening to the discussion in his ears, Yu Liancheng already felt that his life was completely dead at this moment, and it seemed that there was no meaning anymore.

What is called social death, this is social death.

But even after social death, Yu Liancheng still couldn't control his body, and a violent reaction rose from his intestines.

There was another crisp sound, symbolizing that the nightmare was still not over.

………

The grove outside the mountain temple was also crowded with people at this time, and the sound of rattling and strange smells enveloped the entire grove.

"Master, you are here too, it turns out that the ass of the monks is so white, I thought the Buddha's buttocks were all golden." The Black Mountain bear said with his head covered.

"Close your beak, don't let the Sprinkler finish smashing you with a Zen staff." The master of the White Horse Temple seems to have completely broken his work at this time, and he doesn't even call the poor monk anymore, and directly calls himself a sprinkler.

The black mountain bear spread his hands and said: "I don't mind if I look at the people at the end of the world, why is the master so irritable?" Doesn't Buddhism say that everything is empty? ”

"The Sprinkle family hasn't cultivated to the realm yet, and it can't be empty, oops, it's here again." At this time, the whole face of the Demon Master of the White Horse Temple was already distorted, and he made a "bang" sound again.

In the whole grove, he was the only one wearing a monk's robe, even if he twisted his head off, others could recognize him, and he couldn't hide at all.

Except for Yuliancheng, who didn't run out, it was his most complete social death.

Even the fucking monks can't stand this grievance.

If he let the monk know who did this, he must hang that person naked on the head of Tokyo for half a month.

Don't mention any Buddhist compassion to the monk, the monk and I are so irritable, it is useless for the Buddha to come.

And just when the Zen master of the White Horse Temple was pouring out of thousands of miles, a strange sound sounded from the sky.

The Demon Master of the White Horse Temple immediately looked up, and then he saw a strange black shadow fall behind him.

"What's that?"

Just in the exclamation of the Zen master of the White Horse Temple, only a "boom" was heard, and the black mountain bear saw a snow-white ass fly up and fly into the mountain temple again.

The Black Mountain Bear couldn't help swallowing his saliva and said: "Now this monk estimates that he will never forget today in his life, but he can be regarded as the first person in Buddhism in mid-air, and the Buddha probably does not have this experience." ”

Just as the Black Mountain Bear sighed, in the next second, a cannonball fell behind him, and there was another flying black ass in the air.

And Wu Qing, the killer of the Blood River Tower, and Duan Cheng, the Nanjian of the Diancang Sect, who were not far from the two, suddenly had a bad premonition when they saw this scene.

"Why don't we move?" Wu Qing, the killer of the Blood River Tower, proposed with a pale face.

"Good!" Diancang sent the Southern Sword Duan to set up a horse and nodded.

And just after the two of them changed places, a cannonball hit the two of them accurately, and the next second, two white figures rose into the sky again.

Next, all you hear is "Boom! Rumble! Rumble! A series of explosions came from the mountain temple, blood and unknown liquid mixed together, causing countless people to wail.

"Who did it, there is still artillery, too lacking in morality, don't you know what to do?"

"This method is not suitable for the son of man, even the devil does not do this, don't let Lao Tzu find your turtle son, don't let me have to cut a thousand knives to solve the hatred in my heart."

"Do you dare to get out, I'll fight with a real knife."

"Shameless rats, do you dare to let me finish my compliments?"

"It's so despicable and shameless, I've never seen such a despicable and shameless means."

………

In the distance, among the big muscle bully squad and the TOP0 squad who were firing wildly, Deng Xian put down the binoculars in his hand and said:

"What's the situation with the anti-aircraft artillery squad, isn't it bombing the mountain temple? How did they get into the grove? ”

"They always have bad ideas, but it seems to blow up something, I look pretty white, something?" The donkey of the production team said while filling the ammunition.

Deng Xian twitched the corners of his mouth when he heard this: "It's nothing, a monk, leave him alone, continue to blow up, after five minutes of bombing, we will rush in in four ways and tell the other two teams." ”

"Understood, leave it to me." The donkey of the production team compared a received gesture.

………

At this time, on the other side of the battlefield, Gray Wind listened to the insults in the mountain temple and looked at me, I really don't eat vegetarian words:

"Cover your head a little later, and the people inside will probably want to kill you now."

I'm really not a vegetarian and said with a skeptical face: "I just made a pot of mushroom soup seriously, why did it become like this again?" ”

"What do you mean by 'again'? Isn't it normal for your mushroom soup to be made like this? Grey Wind scratched his head.

"No, I feel like I'm already cooked this time, why is it almost hot?" I'm really not a vegetarian, and I don't have a sense of it.

"You're not a bad thing at all, your mushroom is absolutely poisonous." Grey Wind didn't hesitate to say it.

"Impossible, impossible, there is absolutely no problem with my mushrooms, could it be that the cooking method is wrong, or the next stir-fry?" I'm really not a vegetarian, and I still don't believe in evil.

Hearing this, the corners of Gray Wind's mouth twitched, "You can go down and ask the NPCs later, and ask them if they dare to eat your fried mushrooms." ”

I'm really not a vegetarian, and my eyes lit up when I heard this: "You're right, I should catch two NPCs for experiments." ”

"Damn, are you going straight to the top? The medical laboratory has to start with the whole guinea pig, the little monkey, you just start spinning? Grey Wind exclaimed.

He suddenly felt like he shouldn't have reminded me that I wasn't a vegetarian.

"It's okay, are they all NPCs, it's just an experiment." I'm really not a vegetarian, looking at the mountain temple in the distance, eager to try the authentic road.

I don't know why Grey Wind suddenly felt sad about the NPCs that weren't killed next.

Sometimes, death is really a relief.

………

The anti-aircraft artillery team was fiddling with the mortar in their hands at this time, and the anti-aircraft gun No. 1 was holding a telescope and said, "Why did you shoot crooked?" Didn't you say you're stable? ”

Zhang Buzheng said: "It's okay, it's not too crooked, at least it's a white one, I'll adjust it again." ”

"Okay, I believe you again, aim at the mountain temple, you see how accurate the big muscle bully team and the TOP0 team are, and every shot has entered the mountain temple." Anti-aircraft Gun One nodded.

"Rest assured, Captain, I'll always be able to shoot." Zhang Buzheng patted his chest and said.

As he spoke, he fiddled with the grenadier in his hand for a while, and then said, "Okay, I'll debug it, try again." ”

"Okay, then you try again." Anti-aircraft gun one nodded.

Hearing this, Zhang Buzheng put the cannonball into the grenadier canister.

"Boom!"

With the sound of the cannon being discharged, the anti-aircraft gun squad looked in the direction in which the shell was fired, but only dared to see that the shell hit the place where it had hit the last time.

Anti-aircraft gun No. 1 looked at Zhang Buzheng with some suspicion: "Why did you shoot crookedly again, this time it was a black one that flew up, can you do it?" Zhang Buzheng, Zhang Buzheng, are you really playing badly? ”

"That means it's fried, and I'm still improving." Zhang Buzheng is serious and authentic.

"Okay, then you can shoot again, and I'll see if there is really progress." Anti-aircraft gun No. 1 was suspicious.

"No problem, you'll see."

Zhang Buzheng turned his head again and fiddled with the grenadier for a while, and then threw another shell.

"Boom!"

With the sound of cannon discharge, Anti-aircraft Gun No. 1 picked up the binoculars and looked over.

"Well, there is indeed progress, this time there are two white ones, at least double the number, let me continue to blow up."

………

In the mountain temple, it was already a mess at this time, but the sound of artillery did not stop at all, and continued to fall from the sky.

The wailing has gradually been replaced by the sound of artillery, which has become the main theme of the entire mountain temple.

In the middle of the mountain temple, feeling the sharp pain in his stomach, Yuliancheng, who had been completely killed, suddenly felt that it was good that the artillery had killed everyone, at least then no one would know that he was dead.

And just when Yu Liancheng raised this thought, a figure in a robe fell from the sky, showing a hand flying in the air, and then smashed heavily on his body, and Yu Liancheng directly spurted out a mouthful of blood.

"Immeasurable Amitabha, don't let the Sprinkle family find you, otherwise......... Oops, here we go again. ”

The Demon Master of the White Horse Temple had red eyes at this time, and his whole expression was crazy, and the cannon did not break his Pure Zen body, but it only made him feel more pain in his stomach.

But halfway through his words, he couldn't help it anymore, turned around and found a place and continued to pour.

But the anger in his heart had been completely burned at this time, making his whole person look a little crazy.

And before the Demon Master of the White Horse Temple finished pouring out, a black figure fell from the sky again, and after flying in the air with one hand, it smashed heavily on Yu Liancheng's body, and Yu Liancheng spit out a mouthful of blood again.

"His grandmother's, I don't wield, when I'm a sick cat, I ......... Damn it, here we go again. ”

After the black mountain bear landed, he also scolded immediately, he practiced the Thirteen Taibao Horizontal Cultivation Golden Bell Jar, although he was not broken, but his stomach was unbearable.

Only halfway through his words, he turned around and ran towards the Demon Master, and then the two of them returned to their original positions.

And at this time, two more figures fell from the sky again and smashed on Yuliancheng's body.

However, the two of them did not stand up, the Blood River Building Killer Wu Qing's Blood River Sword Technique was the main kill, and he himself had not practiced any horizontal exercises, and he couldn't prevent it at all.

And the same is true of Duan Cheng of the Southern Sword of the Diancang Sect, the whole person looks extremely miserable.

Yu Liancheng spat out a mouthful of blood again, and at this time the whole person was already stunned, he suddenly felt that he should not come to this North and South Green Forest Conference, and coming here was the biggest mistake in his life.

………

After five minutes of actual shelling, the Big Muscle Squad and the TOP0 squad began to quickly converge on the grenadiers, and then carried the AK47 and submachine guns on their backs.

After Deng Xian put away the binoculars, he said, "Inform the other two teams to prepare to start besieging the Mountain Temple on all sides, this time we will definitely get a lot of results." ”

"Don't worry, I've already said it, let's do it!" The donkeys of the production team are eager to try the authenticity.

The artillery is almost finished, and it's time to take a walk with a rifle.

"Let's get started!"

With Deng Xian's order, the four teams began to quickly approach the mountain temple from four directions.

There were no more people standing outside the entire mountain temple at this time, and there was a mess everywhere.

Deng Xian and the others rushed to the courtyard of the mountain temple with little resistance

After kicking open the door, Deng Xian saw several figures still squatting on the mountain temple.

One of the figures had a thick cloth wrapped around his head, but his robe was so conspicuous.

The other figure also had a thick cloth wrapped around its head, but it was hard to identify who it was, but the ass was so dark.

"These ass colors are so familiar!" Dongcheng Azu touched his head and said.

When the Zuan artist heard this, he said: "What does it mean to be familiar, isn't this the ass that was blown up by the anti-aircraft artillery squad?" It's unforgettable. ”

"Oh, these are those flying in the air?" Dongcheng Azu seemed to remember something.

Hearing this, the Zuan artist said: "How do you look down on people, have you ever had this experience of flying in the air?" ”

"I don't want to have it, I'd better leave it to themselves, that experience is too exciting for ordinary people to bear." Dongcheng Azu shook his head like a rattle.

When the war criminals of P Society heard this, they said: "It's really a bit exciting, and I suddenly want to interview them about what they think now." ”