Ji Chengliang looked at the strangely dressed Taoist priest in front of him and asked, "Is there anything I can do about it?"

He couldn't help but not be in a hurry. He couldn't participate in the battlefield of Yu Zheng at all. It was very likely that he would be killed instantly. After watching the group of four grind for a long time, Yu Zheng didn't get much weaker. The outcome was obviously not optimistic.

This beast is much stronger than the one recorded in File No. 107. It is probably the same body, and it has been strengthened into what it is now after countless years.

Everyone made a mistake.

"Without the cooperation of the Golden Light Sutra, it's useless."

The Taoist priest shook his head, and saw that he was dirty, slovenly, and as thin as a piece of firewood. The large Taoist robe on him looked very unfitting.

"Then what should we do? We don't have to go out if this continues." Ji Chengliang was almost anxious, gritting his teeth and said: "You can draw a path, any method will do, as long as I can do it."

The Taoist priest looked weak, but he actually had a good background. He was the chief disciple of Lingyun Temple. The Feiyu Guards had already detected his appearance, and after walking around for a few times, they found him.

The Taoist priest still shook his head: "Unless you can get out of the fog circle and bring the people from Jinguang Temple, Master Fahui is the best, and the worst is Fa Hai. Weren't you arrested him some time ago?"

"If I can go out, I won't waste my words." Ji Chengliang had the urge to hit a tree.

After that, the two of them looked at each other helplessly for a quarter of an hour.

Just when Ji Chengliang could no longer hold his breath and was about to draw his sword and rush forward to help in the fight.

"Ah~~"

I heard a series of loud shouts coming into my ears, approaching quickly from a distance, and the sound came from above and below.

Ji Chengliang raised his head like lightning and saw a golden shadow falling from the sky and hitting him directly.

"What?!"

Ji Chengliang's expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly drew his sword.

The next moment, something hit him hard where he was standing, and the golden light shattered.

Taking a closer look, it was a person.

A chubby person.

There are two rows of ring scars on the top of his head. His head was buried in the soil, and his legs were pointing upward, still moving.

"Great monk?"

"Monk?"

Ji Chengliang and the Taoist priest expressed surprise at the same time.

…

Outside the mist, Qin He clapped his hands.

What is happiness?

Happiness is when you want to find a monk.

Hey, the monk is just poking his head out of the mist, shrinking back.

What's even happier is that there is a person tied to the calf's back.

He transformed and flashed out of the mist in an instant, and then kicked the monk's big ass hard.

Done!

People in this group need to worry more.

Those who run away, those who want to go in but don't dare to, those who shrink from fighting, are all scattered.

Fortunately, I was lucky enough to come up with whatever I wanted, and like a divine help, I was able to put this group together.

Looking at the rope around the calf's neck, Qin He asked, "What's going on?"

"The monk is still looking for you." Xiao Xiaoduzi shook his head and told the story again.

Qin He felt sick to his stomach after hearing this.

Shit piler?

What kind of hatred or grudge is this?

I’ve heard of making snowmen, and I’ve also heard of making sand sculptures.

Shit piler, first time.

Just listening to it makes me feel that the words have a flavor.

Shaking his head, Qin He untied the noose around the calf's neck, turned over on the calf, and slowly swam around the mist.

Now that the group has been successfully formed, just wait for the harvest.

Sure enough, in the fog, there was a golden light shining.

Above the mist, black clouds rolled, forming a huge whirlpool.

The vortex is getting thicker and thicker, getting lower and lower.

"Boom~"

Not long after, there was an electric snake swimming in the middle of the whirlpool.

Getting brighter and brighter, more and more violent.

The next moment.

"Boom!"

A thunderbolt pierced the night and struck straight down.

Suddenly the whole earth trembled.

"Ho~"

He was clearly hurt and roaring.

Immediately afterwards, I saw a golden sword slowly condensing above the mist, and then slashed it down, and the earth seemed to separate in an instant.

Then, the golden light slowly disappeared, and the dark clouds in the sky slowly receded.

Everything returned to calm, and even the fog quickly faded away.

The next moment, two figures jumped out of the fog one after another and quickly escaped into the night. The lingering voice came: "Young man Erma! Don't run away!"

Qin He sensed it and immediately chased after him on a calf.

This guy Ermahun once again surprised Qin He.

Three marks on the front.

One is from Zheng Zheng, the other is from Ermahun, and the other is from An Chongjiu.

Obviously, it was Ermahun who took away the spoils and pocketed the spoils for himself.
Chapter completed!