When it was about to be Li Bai's turn, he was stopped by Hercules and said in a tough tone: "Li Bai's last!"

He seemed to regard Li Bai as his last trump card, and was unwilling to consume his precious mental power in vain and greatly reduce his strength.

If there is an unexpected situation, one more point of strength will give you more chances of survival.

"Hercules..."

"Music" saint Hammern frowned, and before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by the "witchcraft" saint.

"It's okay, let this Mr. Li Bai last, but Hercules, you can't escape. It's your responsibility."

Kona Ukuy served a bowl of water very fairly, not only blocking Hammern's mouth, but also reminding Hercules of the price he had to pay.

"Don't worry, I, Hercules Enzo Camillo, will never escape!"

"Strength" Saint Hercules firmly took a step forward and expressed his position. He was a person who was a "saint's association" and a ghost who died. In any case, he would not evade his due responsibilities because of his own selfishness.

"Hercules, it's okay!"

Li Bai shook his head at the saint "power".

The "Mahabhiran Sutra" has increased the innate treasure "Chaos Green Lotus". His spiritual power practice has entered the realm every day, comparable to the real person in the full realm.

Even the demon king-level magical power of Qingyao Demon Woman "Spiritual Eyes Illusion" can't do anything to Li Bai easily.

If he really provided the mental power, there would probably be no one else to do anything from the beginning.

"We are allies, always."

Hercules was very grateful to Li Bai and did not put down the wrongdoing at the critical moment.

Whether it is his own position or the positions of both sides, he must put this way of retreat on Li Bai and be worthy of this trust. If he doesn’t even have this trust, it would be better to withdraw from the “saints’ meeting” directly.

"Just be happy yourself!"

Li Bai nodded.

This "Hercules" is worthy of exchange. The good and the bad are on the surface. They are either true gentlemen or real villains.

There were more than 300 members of the "Saints Association" who came to the underground hall, and most of them took turns to provide a spiritual power to the pyramid.

But except for Li Bai, until the last senior member, this prehistoric building still had no sign of starting.

There were inevitably buzzing whispers in the hall, and some people couldn't help but wonder whether the prehistoric heroes in the pyramid could really wake up.

"Bar, you are the first one."

Finally it was the Saint's turn to appear. Before Merlin Jack could figure out the order, the "Witchcraft" Saint gave a look to the Saint's newcomer, "Weapon" Saint Barr.

“Shouldn’t women be preferred?”

Barr muttered to himself, but still walked to the pyramid.

The "Shirt Spirit" Saint Sophia Green seemed to have never heard of it. Although he had no expression on his face, a strange color flashed in his eyes. A new writing theme was available, "The Stand Man Barr's Bend".

The descendants of the Grimm brothers took ruthless action, and even their companions as saints were spared.

"Kakuyimhida, Saramon..."

Barr didn't even read the note, and he came out.

As a saint, his IQ was not bad at first. After listening to it more than 300 times, I naturally remembered that I still have this memory.

"Is it over?"

Barr shook his head, as if everything was normal, without any fatigue as he imagined.

The saint's mental power is indeed different from that of ordinary people.

"Magic" Saint Merlin Jack looked him up and down, and said, "Bar, you can do it again."

"It seems that my rechargeable battery is still large! Haha!"

Barr smiled as if he had ridiculed himself. He recited the spell three times before he yawned, revealing his tired look. Finally, he felt that his head seemed to have been taken away, a little confused and dizzy.

"The second is Chuanket, the third is Hammern, the fourth is Hercules, then Li Bai, and then Merlin and Sophia, I won't participate."

The "witchcraft" saint Kona Ukuyi immediately made the order, and no one opposed his words. This Algerian was the most powerful of the saints.

The "Saints Association" must retain a saint with complete strength from beginning to end to deal with unexpected situations.

If it really doesn't work, take a day off and then do it again, and sooner or later "feed" the pyramid.

The "Frost" saint immediately sent his mental power. He recited the spell four times before rubbing his temples, enduring the stinging pain in his head, retreated to the side, sat cross-legged on the ground and began to close his eyes to rest.

There were many exclamations at the scene. The saints were indeed different from ordinary people and could even hold on to the fourth spell.

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"Weapon" Saint Barr was a little annoyed. He was even worse than this Inuit. This visible gap made people really unhappy.

Immediately afterwards, the "music" saint Hammern Smith also followed the "frost" saint and forced her white face to think for the fourth time.

Unfortunately, he let go of his hands before he finished reciting and squatted down with his head in his arms. Not only was he exhausted from his mental power, but his eyes turned scary and scary.

The members and ordinary people who have contributed their mental power before are all grateful that they have over-exploded their mental power, which is indeed very terrible.

"If not, don't force yourself. Let's take a break for a while, and we can continue."

Konaukuyi understood that this was a gamble and competition among the saints.

When people fight for a breath and Buddha fights for a stick of incense, they will inevitably compete with each other.

"Hercules, it's your turn, don't even be able to hold on for the third time."

The "Music" saint stood up shakingly, turned his head to look at the "Strength" saint, and his voice became hoarse.

The two of them had completely broken their faces and had no friendship anymore. If it weren't for the constraints of a saint, they might have a life-and-death duel on the spot. Either you die or I live.

Everyone looked at him carefully and couldn't help but take a breath. The guy's eyes were covered with blood. If he hadn't been determined, he might have fainted at this moment. It would have been too forced.

"Stinky trafficker, wait for me!"

Hercules finally couldn't help but squirt about the biggest taboo of "music".

In historical legends, isn’t Hammern’s flute-player just a kidnapper who abducts children? His reputation is stinking to the wind for eight hundred miles.

Of course, this is also the most hated sensitive point of "music" saints. Whoever touches them will never end up with whom.

"Hercules, do you want to die?"

Hammern Smith wanted to pounce on him and fight with Hercules.

His mental overdrawn made him lose his mind, completely forgetting that if he had fought alone, he would probably not be able to beat one of the other party, and he would be able to put a big party in the blink of an eye.

Hercules was waiting for this guy to beat him up with a peach blossom on his face.

Unfortunately, before the "music" saint rushed over, the "witchcraft" saint Konawukuyi stretched out a staff head. He was caught off guard and was hooked on the spot and almost knocked his teeth.

"Silly stinky trafficker!"

Hercules, who failed, did not forget to sprinkle salt on the other party's wounds. He had no friends at all and no matter how vicious he was, he would do whatever he wanted.

"Hercules, say a few words!"

Konawukuyi used the staff in his hand to swear and urged Hameln, who was shouting and scolding, and at the same time, he urged: "Hurry up, don't waste time."

"Haha, I understand!"

Hercules turned around, pressed his hand against the surface of the pyramid, and began to chant the spell loudly.

As soon as I finished reading the first time, the entire underground hall suddenly shook without warning, and a burst of screams filled everyone's ears.

A rumbling sound rang out from the inside of the pyramid.

"Back, back!"

The "witchcraft" saint Kona Ukuyi, who became nervous immediately, still felt that it was not as safe as possible, and then urged: "Apart from the saints, everyone else retreated, left the stone temple, and kept a distance of 100 meters!"

He received spiritual sacrifices from so many people, including many saints.

Therefore, it is hard to imagine what kind of existence the prehistoric figure sleeping inside the pyramid is.

Cracks appeared on the surface of the pyramid more than three meters high, and white smoke kept ejaculating from these gaps. The temperature in the underground hall immediately dropped rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Those ordinary people felt the biting chill and rushed to the ground and frightened.
Chapter completed!