Because she didn't know Lu Zhuzhu's location at all, she could only hope that she could find a safe place to hide.

Regarding Lu Zhuzhu's profession, Zheng Yu is very curious.

There is a profession that can manipulate luck.

It's just a pity, this profession looks like it's very weak in combat ability, and it should be a special tool man profession.

"Fat Monk ......"

Zheng Yu pondered Lu Zhuzhu's description, and then glanced at the two monks who were kneeling in front of the God of Wealth Temple.

Finally, he looked at the Duowen Heavenly King in the main hall.

King Duowen is in charge of wealth in Buddhism.

On the right is the God of Martial Wealth, which is what the folk call Zhao Gongming, the one who rides the black tiger.

On the left side, there are also the five gods of wealth in Tibetan Buddhism, with the yellow god of wealth as the mainstay, and the white god of wealth, the green god of wealth, the red god of wealth, and the black god of wealth on both sides.

A whole temple of the God of Wealth!

The soot in the God of Wealth Temple fell the most, and the thresholds were stepped out of the depression, which shows how much incense was in the Temple of Wealth and how popular it was.

"It's coming."

"This is not to be bye-bye?"

Zheng Yu rubbed his hands, although he is not short of money and resources now, but who can dislike it - less money?

God of Wealth, you have to worship!

Bodhisattva, Buddha, Maitreya, Arhat or something Zheng Yu all skipped, this God of Wealth ...... Can't miss it.

Zheng Yu took three steps and made two steps, and stepped into the Temple of the God of Wealth.

Roar –

In the sculpture of the Duowen Heavenly King in the center, there was a low roar, but as the monk lit a stick of incense, the low roar instantly fell silent.

"Thank you."

Zheng Yu said politely to the monk.

The monks sitting in the Temple of the God of Wealth are the same as the monks in the Guanyin Hall before, they are all in pairs, one is dead and the other is alive.

The living one had a bloodstained face, and there was a lot of dried blood on the monk's robe.

It's just that the monks in the Temple of Wealth look a little older, probably 60 years old or older.

"Donor, please leave quickly after worshipping, there is not much incense left here."

"Yes."

Zheng Yu said perfunctorily.

Then all the gods of wealth in the temple of the god of wealth were worshipped.

"It's over."

Although Zheng Yu has never been superstitious, after worshipping the God of Wealth, he has a premonition that he will make a fortune in this abyss.

Just as Zheng Yu was about to leave to find Zhang Mu of the Maitreya Temple, there was a sound of breaking the air behind him.

And accompanied by a burst of laughter.

"Hahaha, let me find a good prey!"

"There is a summoner who dares to come to participate in the Awakening Abyss, since this is the case, then you are welcome!"

"Your kill points, I took it!"

Zheng Yu: "......"

To be honest, Zheng Yu was a little uncomfortable, he hadn't heard anyone mock the summoner for a long time, what was going on with this feeling of being very hot.

The professional who suddenly appeared in the God of Wealth Temple, the sneak attack was blocked by the black fog of the King of Hell, and at this time, he didn't feel that anything was wrong.

The warrior looked at the black mist in front of him and smiled very easily: "There is something, no wonder a summoner dares to enter the awakening abyss of the battle royale type." ”

"But alas, you met me!"

Zheng Yu: "......"

What a familiar cannon fodder remarks.

In the abyss of the Bone Wasteland for half a year, I have lacked this kind of fun, and now I have finally found it.

It's back, it's all back.

"King of Hell, go and show him the world."

With Zheng Yu's order fell.

The King of Hell slowly walked out of the black mist.

The smile on the warrior's face froze suddenly, and a great pressure swept through his body, and the King of Hell looked at him with a scythe in his hand, his eyes indifferent.

The eyes of the King of Hell are not only indifferent to life, but also full of pity.

That's right.

Very conflicting feelings.

Ignoring life, but having compassion for all beings.

He had never felt this kind of pressure, not even when facing the strong people in his own world.

"Impossible......"

Because of the disparity in strength, he even had the idea of "this should be an illusion, this can't be true, how can a level 50 professional, or even a summoner, have such oppressive power".

This kind of thinking once it arises.

Dyed in the wool.

It is even very self-deceptive.

"You can't be so strong, you can fool others, you can't fool me!"

"Designation is fantasy!"

"Bloody Fury!"

The warrior instantly burst out with a powerful momentum, blood-red tattoos appeared on his body, and the area around his eye sockets was even more blood-red.

Zheng Yu felt a wonderful attraction, and his blood churned, as if it was about to be sucked out.

It's just that after the appearance of the Spirit Butterfly Queen, this state was blocked.

The 8th-order Void Spirit Mother can not only help Zheng Yu share the damage, but also pull the target into the same void state as her.

In the Void state, it is immune to this similar area-of-effect blooddrain damage for a short period of time.

But the monk sitting there was not so lucky.

The blood floated down the top of the monk's head into the air, and then incorporated into the warrior's body, increasing the warrior's strength.

Not to mention, this fighter has some strength, no wonder he is so confident.

But as the blood is drawn, when the warrior is furious, he will generally lower his mind and lose some judgment.

The quintessential berserker.

Even in the face of the king of hell, who had already wielded his scythe, he had forgotten his fear, and rushed directly with the power of rage.

Rumble!

The warrior uses the effect of sucking blood to explode a huge catapult force under his feet.

The King of Hell wields a scythe.

Snort –

With a single knife, it directly broke through the warrior's defense, and the wound of more than ten centimeters long was torn open on the warrior's chest.

But not a drop of blood was lost.

All were gasped back by the fighters.

The fighting style is a headache for berserkers, giving up defense, getting a high recovery, and going crazy to die.

But this style of combat can only be effective against enemies of the same level.

Facing the King of Hell with crushing strength is not a problem at all.

Snort –

Another knife.

"Guilty!"

The King of Hell slashed the scythe of punishment, and the black scythe cut a rift in the space.

The Berserker didn't defend it, and neither could it, because the King of Hell dropped his scythe just too fast.

The scythe slashed a black arc of the moon.

The scythe passes through the warrior's flesh shield, through defensive gear, through blocking weapons, and finally through the shoulder, chest, and waist......

He was seen diagonally in half.

Half of his body fell to the ground.

into a cross.

At the same time as the warrior's resurrection cross was activated, three professionals rushed out from the direction of the Guanyin Temple.

One of them, who was wrapped in rock armor and saw his teammates who had burst out of the resurrection cross, shouted with a hideous face:

"Stop!"

It's a warrior monk.

Because these two words are all a skill.

Lion's roar!

……