The Maitreya envoy's heart sank, and he knew that Princess Gala had been wiped out.

There was a cry for help just now, but there was just a ray of setting sun, and then it became silent.

There was no more battle movement in the direction of Hangu Pass.

Conspiracy, trap, or something else?

Three thousand skinned ghosts, and with Princess Gala, were protected by this scale and destroyed in the blink of an eye.

It should be noted that he has never decided to fight against the three heretic incense halls with an absolute advantage.

He raised his head and saw a group of translucent curtains like gauze tents, which were stacked in all directions. This is the incense accumulation array of the incense burning altar. The incense burning is the tent, with the sky as the top, hanging into a curtain to lock the four directions.

No matter in the southeast, northwest, or in any direction, it is a complex passage with twists and turns.

Not only does it block the sight, but it also uses various strange fragrances to distort other senses.

The Maitreya messenger squinted his eyes, and behind the translucent incense curtain, a figure appeared and appeared.

The middle-aged woman who was talking just now was hiding in front of the plastic film, and her tone was very friendly.

"Maitreya Envoy, you can't break out of my incense accumulation array."

The incense curtain dissipated on the spot.

More than a dozen believers in the Burning Incense Altar were dragged out and swept across, bursting into blood mist in the sky.

The master of the Bagong Altar has a swelling muscles and a golden light lingering around his body, like a Buddhist Vajra.

Several broken limbs and arms flew like rain, splashing to seven sides.

After saying that, the Maitreya envoy slapped his palm with his backhand, and a green light appeared at the end of the palm.

"By their few ways, I am worthy of asking you to ask the Buddha Lord to surrender."

With a broken sound, the figure stopped in the air and split seven times on the spot.

The wave of arrows that just happened was this person hiding in the dark and taking action. Reading books

The speaker is the local incense owner of the incense burning altar.

The Maitreya envoy was suddenly on guard, and his face was densely filled with sharp arrows.

Zhong Sheng looked at the incense curtain opposite, like a layer of transparent plastic film.

"middle!"

I entered slowly, and the green light dragged into several beams, but escaped was a slap from the Maitreya envoy to pursue his soul and seek his life.

The Maitreya envoy jumped and crashed into the Yellow Turban group. The crackling sound sounded on the spot.

In the blink of an eye, a small cyclone burst out and whistled away.

"Just like a native chicken and a tile dog."

Looking at the broken bamboo bow, there were not those wreckage, and there were no thin threads attached to it, extending to the end of the sight.

A panic figure appeared in the air, holding a bamboo bow and slowly moving forward.

However, behind the gap, there are more incense curtains behind it.

The Maitreya messenger's index fingers were closed together and stabbed out at several figures.

The ball hit the chaotic queue of the Yellow Turbans, and immediately a small piece was dented.

There are several sharp arrow branches wrapped in the green light, like heavy rain falling.

The Maitreya messenger breathed on the table, his body was particularly deflated, and he returned to his original appearance.

The Maitreya envoy raised his knee and stumbled it. The iron pillar as thick as a waist folded in half on the spot and hit the ground with a thud.

The sneak attack was slow and fierce. Once it appeared, it covered my whole body with thunder and lightning.

In the blink of an eye, I became a human-shaped hedgehog.

Just as I was about to step down, a whistling sounded in my ears.

It must be said that the golden lights were shattered one after another, and the lights were turned off one after another. Now, it is not just a switch, but a small piece is completely white.

The Maitreya envoy shook his head, "Do you waste time with them? Or go to Hangu Pass to see who killed Princess Gala?"

"Bamboo Puppet!"

The iron pillars shuttled through the incense curtains, and there was a little obstacle, and it arrived in the blink of an eye.

Crack

The palm expands ten times like a blow, blocking the impact of the iron pillar and pinching it in his hand.

The Maitreya envoy showed a mockery under his face, "Is they worthy of the death?

Whoosh swish swish swish!

The wailing sounds of the Lord of Youxin Altar sounded one after another.

The Yellow Turban Strongman from the Eight Public Hall was the vanguard, blocking the attack of the Maitreya Envoy.

"Yellow Turbans, kill!"

I grinned, "Youxintan, it's their turn."

When it landed, did there be a drop of blood in the broken limbs and arms? It was actually woven by green bamboo.

"Do you tickled?"

"Maitreya Envoy, we are afraid of him. The only thing we are afraid of is that he will jump over the wall and ask Maitreya to surrender."

Just as I was about to open my mouth, the crazy phoenix was making a small sound in front of me, and the subtle sound of breaking through the air was close to me.

I thought to myself what the thing behind me could block, or could it be torn to pieces with one hand.

"Ouch!"

The tangible gauze tent that dissolved the fragrance was torn to pieces by me on the spot.

"Hangu Pass has ended. Your Buddhist plan is over. Please return the same way and don't enter Guanzhong."

"Death."

The Maitreya messenger had only time to take a deep breath, and his body instantly swelled to the point of two people, but he had time to take action.

In the incense array...

I pulled open the monk's robe, and my body was covered with terrifying muscles, my blood vessels were bulging, and my chest and back were intertwined to form a hideous yaksha ghost face.

Those were the incense burning altar believers holding incense burners and casting spells, and they worked hard to maintain the foundation of the formation.

As soon as you finished speaking, an angry voice sounded, "It's definitely OK, you must kill this guy today."

But that is a Buddhist secret method, but a secret teaching of Huang Tian... The Yellow Turban Powerful Man.

In front of me, the low and burly golden men were all elites in the clan.

"The eight families worked together to plan for you, so they prepared those things?"

The Xiangji Formation is quite strange. It only hosts the Maitreya envoy, which is interfering with friendly forces to take action.

"Ah, I'll kill you ten bamboo puppets in one breath."

Now I am trapped in the incense accumulation array, and there are believers in the incense altar everywhere, which is hard to fly.

After a few rapid screams, the figure fell down, blood splattered on the incense curtain, and then quietly
Chapter completed!