The more difficult the game, the moment of clearing it brings an unparalleled sense of relief.

In the same way, the stronger the enemy, the greater the sense of accomplishment after defeating it.

"Maitreya Messenger."

Zhong Sheng took a deep breath and laughed more happily.

The body pierced by the ancient sword has no breath and is completely dead.

He had to admit that this black bald man was the only powerful enemy he had seen in his life.

"Cough cough cough!"

There was a pretentious coughing sound in his ears. It was not because his throat was itchy, but it was deliberately trying to attract his attention.

Zhong Sheng turned around dissatisfied and saw several waves of people walking from the side.

It was Sangong, Fenxiang and Wuxin who approached under the leadership of their respective leaders.

So, the eight people immediately set up the altar to cast spells, using fragrant wood as sticks and bamboo charcoal as ink, leaving the unique marks of each sect.

Liu Wei'e, who was determined to be the leader of the altar, gritted her teeth, one person betrayed, and the whole team collapsed, but she managed to hold on.

It is the same as the other two altars. Bagongtan is not a pauper. The tribesmen make a living by farming, and they also have some special products.

The loss was already huge, and the Yellow Turban Warriors needed to be replenished urgently. One or two more talismans would be like making matters worse.

When the eight altar masters heard this, they were convinced.

Oops, I've been fooled, it's obviously a provocation.

"Get out of here!"

Zhong Sheng moved his wrist and felt that the injury had taken a turn for the worse and he was able to take action again.

"Mr. Zhong, you don't have any suggestions yet."

"How is the wound?"

"What a bad thing! You are a common example of the incense owner's hypocrisy."

Oh, it turned out to be the heretic incense altar just now.

Gong Tanzhu shouted softly from a distance, reminding Xing and others that Zhong Sheng was a loner.

After the eight altar masters finished their work, they slapped their foreheads and realized that they were tricked by the public altar master. Zhong Sheng wanted to laugh, but I killed him, so it’s reasonable for you to come here to pick peaches!

The muscles under your face twitched for a few times, and you gritted your teeth and took out an object. It was shaped like a stone and had a strange smell.

I immediately frowned and looked at Liu Wei's miserable appearance. There were hundreds of small and large wounds all over his body, and his skin and flesh were turned inside out.

A moment ago, a legal signature fell into Liu Wei's hand.

He said it carelessly and glanced at the other seven men and women.

The public forum leader took out a ball of glue and handed it to me, "No matter how powerful you are, are you still being ripped off?"

The leader of Sangong Forum accused Zhong Sheng, "Why do you want to protect him?"

After all, in a small battle, Ba Tan suffered heavy losses, and there must be no explanation.

"It's just a legal signature, so why bother with it."

"Mr. Zhong, you're a step late, he's so slow."

The altar leader beat his chest, "After taking such a long rest, the damage will be reduced."

"It's really OK. Just make one or two talismans from time to time."

Seeing that the person coming was kind, Zhong Sheng held the hilt of the ancient sword.

"He is a Taoist priest."

"Mr. Zhong Lang, you eight families are spread all over the country, and there is nowhere you can help."

We even attacked the Maitreya messenger, but we really thought that we could not help him.

The altar leader who was concerned came out and said 'just words', "That gentleman, if you eight altar men had not sacrificed their lives and consumed the essence of the Maitreya messenger, he would not only have killed me, but he would not have lost his life in my hands."<

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Zhong Sheng swallowed it in one gulp, and the coolness spread throughout his body. Small wounds healed immediately, and he felt a numb and slightly itchy feeling.

The sound of the donkey's hoofbeats brought the sonorous voice of the public altar master.

"We have no chance to meet each other. Before today passes, do you know when we will meet again?"

"That piece of thousand-year-old agarwood is the most precious treasure of your incense altar, specially dedicated to Mr. Lang."

Liu Wei kicked the body, "What he said is wrong, that guy is really powerful."

The leader of Sangong altar thought about how many good men in his clan had been killed by him, so he was so angry that he raised his iron staff and knocked it down.

He raised his sword and held it against the iron staff of Sangong Altar Master, causing the old man to take a few steps back.

I was glanced at by Zhong Sheng, and I was excited, "Here, you give."

"Suppose you invite the eight altar masters to jointly issue a dharma sign and say you are grateful for his help in killing the enemy."

"The Messenger of Maitreya has committed such a heinous crime that even if he dies, he will be whipped."

With the initiation of a Yellow Turban Hercules Talisman, a special person can become a weak Yellow Turban Hercules in the blink of an eye.

Eight Li Qingfeng was still struggling. When he heard Gong Tanzhu's words, he felt as if he was struck by lightning, and immediately covered his heart in pain.

The eight altars of men and horses approached step by step, spreading out to the right and left, and knowingly, they had already opened a bag that was about to be closed.

Before Zhong Sheng took the elixir, his injuries healed, his fighting strength recovered, and he became a bad guy.

Looking at the other side, the faces of the eight altar masters are too bad.

However, as soon as Liu Wei'e came, the situation changed.

"You don't have a bucket of bamboo marrow, but your mind is pure and your eyesight is clear. Please accept it with your kindness."

After the public altar leader appeared, Liu Wei was covered in bruises and looked crumbling.

Naturally, we also had the idea to take advantage of someone in Qishang to monopolize the reputation of killing the Messenger of Maitreya.

"Free your hands and kill us."

A moment ago, the "hypocrisy" of the eight altar masters were displayed in front of them.

Zhong Sheng shook his head, "It's necessary!"

A strong wind blew in front of Zhong Sheng.

As soon as the altar leader opened his mouth, the eight people's bodies trembled, so what?

"Ahem, misunderstanding, definitely a misunderstanding."

For Li Dao, that kind of thing is a basic operation and related to moral integrity.

A bucket of bamboo pith is probably the private money accumulated by a caring altar owner for decades.

"Speaking of which, you Bafang are his little benefactors."

Such a powerful and terrifying person died like this? It’s like a dream.

The altar leader let out an exaggerated exclamation and urged Zhong Sheng to close it.

"If I haven't been sent out before, I can send him out once for a fee. Well, eight altars, so eight times!"

"Mr. Zhong, listen to us. There is no chance of a misunderstanding."

When Zhong Sheng looked back, he saw that the big donkey was already carrying Gong Tanzhu to the back.

The owner of the incense altar is a man, and he put his body down and said softly, "You are grateful to me for killing the messenger of Maitreya, so I came here to express my gratitude."

Liu Wei took a few breaths, maybe he just had a small fight and his murderous intention was not strong, so he nodded in agreement.

The front pressure fell under Li Qingfeng, and small beads of sweat rolled down the old man's forehead.

"How to make it?"

Ten acres of bamboo forest, all green bamboos added together, can only refine a drop of bamboo marrow, which gradually becomes precious.

Liu Wei was thinking about some talisman and looked at it subconsciously.

The talisman that the public altar master asked for was a regular talisman paper, but a Yellow Turban Hercules Talisman.

That ball of gum is the wish-fulfilling saliva from Princess Jialuo, the holy medicine for healing.

The owner of the incense altar showed fear when he saw the visitor and shouted loudly to remind everyone.

Zhong Sheng was dissatisfied. Where did he get a few heads of rotten garlic and pick up the heads after beating them?

Liu Wei'e winked at me and signaled not to do anything yet.

We just saw with our own eyes that Liu Wei personally defeated the Messenger of Maitreya.

"Daoshi Li, he came at the right time. Those guys want to be hyenas."

Asylum?

Looking at the body of the Maitreya messenger in the underground again, he exhaled, "No wonder?" Qianqianwannu

The owner of the public forum is a knowledgeable person. Hearing this, he nodded, "No way."

The horror in their eyes remained, and they kept looking at the body of Messenger Maitreya.

"What?"

People in Taoism come forward. As Taoists, we are born half shorter.

If we dare to be angry, we dare to speak out. The lion, the owner of the public altar, opened his mouth slightly, and it penetrated eight points to the bone. The pain was so painful that his intestines were knotted.
Chapter completed!