"The Zhao thief who killed a thousand knives is finally dead."

"Well killed!"

"Woo woo, my kid is only thirteen years old, how can that beast do it."

"Alas, the way of this world~"

......

As soon as he entered the city, the noise kept ringing in his ears, and Lu Shen realized that when the barking dog Zhao Gong thief was doing evil, he was hit by the treasure tree mage, and a bowl was blown... Stoned to death.

This is the scene in front of me.

Lu Shen hid in the crowd, his eyes flickered, he stretched out his hand and shook it, and a sword star appeared in his hand, flicking his fingers.

"Oh~"

With a sword roar, the sword star quietly stabbed towards Yuan Baixi in mid-air.

"Bold!"

Yuan Baixi instantly noticed it, and as soon as his sleeves were spread, a light appeared under him.

The sword star pierced the light, and he couldn't get an inch.

Straight back shot.

Yuan Baixi was about to look for the person who attacked him, when he looked up, he saw a huge bowl falling on his head, he couldn't care about anything else, his left hand slapped out, and the mana in his body converged into a huge palm print, and the bowl flew out with one palm, he pinched the magic trick in his hand, and opened his mouth to spit out:

"Whew~"

The wind howled, and white clouds flew out of their mouths.

Time.

The wind and clouds converge, and the lightning and thunder roared.

Yuan Baixi's big sleeves fluttered, pinching the trick non-stop, and said angrily:

"Four o'clock... Celestial Phenomena! ”

"Boom~"

......

"Boom~"

In the Dry Cicada Temple, in the deepest meditation room, a thunderclap woke up Master Ben Ming, looked around, only to see that the room was dim and unknown, did not see half a figure, and did not hear a word of chanting, he called softly:

"Round Depth~"

"Yuanqi~"

"Huang Meier~"

The voice echoed repeatedly in the room, but there was no reply, he frowned deeply, rubbed his sore legs, stood up tremblingly, and sighed:

"Old~"

"Squeak~"

He pushed open the door and searched for the meditation room, but there was no sign of anyone, his footsteps were staggering, and his heart was... I am getting more and more panicked.

"Huang Meier~"

"Huang Meier~"

"Huang Mei'er, you come out~"

"Come out !!"

When he came to the darkest torture hall, for a moment, he froze, he saw all the people he wanted to seek, all! It was a pile of corpses piled up by hundreds of people.

Under the pile of corpses, a small bald head stood hanging its head.

The little bald head shook his head and shrugged his shoulders as if chewing something, and in the shadows in front of him, rows of twisted black shadows stood.

"Huang Meier!!"

"You... You've stolen the Ghost Newspaper! ”

The terrible scream made Huang Mei'er stop, he turned around slowly, and saw a ghost thing in his hands that had gnawed most of it, his mouth was full of blackness, and he nodded at Master Ben Ming:

"Ang, hungry~"

"You... You wickedness! King Kong and ghost devouring, how can there be such a monster in the world, I actually... I thought that I should have strangled you a long time ago! ”

Master Ben Ming sat on his knees.

Old tears!

Regret not being at the beginning!

Huang Mei'er let go of the ghost thing that had gnawed most of it, and smiled innocently:

"Division... Master, I actually like your eyes the most! ”

"Ah~~"

On this day, Huang Meier killed his ancestors and slaughtered the Dry Cicada Temple, one step... Step into the realm of the law!

......

"Boom~"

"Spring Thunder Falls~"

"Summer Rain Knife~"

Yuan Baixi's big sleeves fluttered, gathered the strength of the four seasons, and was in the wind and rain, and was about to teach the beggar monk in front of him a lesson, but saw the other party suddenly turn his head to look down, and exclaimed:

"What a resentment!"

The words fell, and he quickly fell towards the Withered Cicada Temple below, leaving Yuan Baixi alone in mid-air, his face blue and white.

Lu Shen thoughtfully.

Passing through the streets to Master Baoshu, he stepped on the hill where the Temple of the Dry Cicada Temple was located, and saw Master Baoshu crashing into the meditation room and fighting a short, bald head.

Fly up and down.

Rumble.

It's Huang Mei'er.

Huang Mei'er was covered in golden light, opening and closing, and the bowl smashed with a small fist shook the sky, and he did not fall behind in the face of the second-order Treasure Tree Mage.

The two crashed into one Zen room after another, fought for life and death, flew all the way down the hill, and gradually moved away.

"This yellow eyebrow has actually entered the second order."

Lu Shen frowned slightly, then stretched out, no longer thought about it, and was not in a hurry to catch up, raised his feet and walked into the Dry Cicada Temple, all the way through, there was no half a figure, so he smiled:

"Yaoyao, we just put away the incense here."

"Uh-huh~"

Meng Yao nodded happily, a mouthful of small white teeth glistening.

When the two came to the Daxiong Treasure Hall, Meng Yao opened his mouth and inhaled, and the massive incense condensed into exquisite prayer coins, which fell into Meng Yao's little hand.

Wait until the incense is gone.

Seventy-eight Prayer Coins were condensed, and the Prayer Coins, which had originally consumed nearly half, had grown to one hundred and thirty-two again.

Harvest!

"Not bad."

Lu Shen nodded with satisfaction, took Meng Yao out of the treasure hall, and walked around in the Dry Cicada Temple, until he stepped into the torture hall, his pupils suddenly shrank, and he saw the door of the torture hall.

One person sits cross-legged.

There was a finger hole in his forehead, two lines of blood and tears flowed, and a pair of eyeballs were pulled out and he was nowhere to be found.

Person.

It is the Benming Grand Master who has had several encounters with Lu Shen.

And deeper in the torture hall, there was a pile of corpses, with hundreds of corpses overlapping each other, all wearing goose-yellow monk's robes, and the dead clothes were extremely miserable.

That look!

That look!

That scene!

Lu Shen just glanced at it, and knew that most of these people died from the [Yin Soul Newspaper].

He was all too familiar.

As a result, a picture appeared in my mind, someone locked up hundreds of monks who had performed the Yin Soul Retribution in the torture hall, killed a few casually, and in an instant, the entire torture hall exploded.

When it stopped, there were no more people left.

"Huang Mei'er?"

Lu Shen gasped, obediently, this little man is too ruthless,

However, even Huang Mei'er has cultivated the Yin Soul Retribution, coupled with the previous Yuanzhen, I think this Withered Cicada Temple is also a place to hide filth and dirt, and it is good to destroy the door.

No one is distressed, and no one is spared any more harm!

Lu Shen took two steps forward and reached out to search Ben Ming's body, he remembered that Archmage Ben Ming had cultivated a kind of spiritual eye, which was very rare, and it was precisely because of this that it became the worship of the Zhenbing Mansion.

In this regard, Lu Shen's eyes... Very greedy.

"No?"

Not only is there no method, but there is not even a grain of spiritual sand.

"Then forget it."

Lu Shen was about to turn around and leave, Yaoyao above his head blinked his eyes wide, and suddenly said:

"Brother, the big bald head has lived~"

"Alive?"

Lu Shen turned around suddenly, and saw billowing black smoke coming out of the empty eyes of Grand Master Ben Ming, and in the blink of an eye, another Master Ben Ming gathered in the sky above the corpse.

The robe floats!

Speechless!

"Resentful spirits?"

"Uh-huh~"

Yaoyao nodded, licked her little mouth, and added:

"It's a very fragrant kind."

“......”

Lu Shen couldn't cry or laugh, this is also true, and no one tortures you, how can you form a resentful soul by yourself, and you can also appear during the day.

This... What a grievance this must be.