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"Evil, what other means do you have?"

Among the mythical creatures, the old demon of Montenegro was speechless.

As a Montenegro that has developed spiritual wisdom early and has practiced for tens of thousands of years, it can definitely call itself: a living fossil of the demon clan.

In front of it, Purdue Cihang was just a little junior who lived a little longer.

And these are all thanks to the cautiousness hidden in the soul of Montenegro.

If other monsters heard such provocations, they would definitely be self-righteous, with supernatural powers unmatched, and rushed out of the underworld to take on the challenge.

But the old demon of Montenegro was different, it held back.

Because the world is not his home after all, in order to prevent capsize in the gutter, even if he really wants to kill some existence, at most he will only dispatch clones.

This is the bottom line!

The situation at present is actually very clear. Using the book of life and death, the judge's pen, and even his own ten thousand years of Taoism, the sudden lore has not been fully effective, and the emperor and his companions finally survived the calamity.

"It's hard to win if you don't really show up."

"Forget it, speed up the expedition, unite the Yin Division as soon as possible, and expand the forces to areas outside the City of Death."

"Anyway, with the blessing of luck from the underworld, it's not worthless what a human emperor."

Having said that, the old demon wearing the gloomy emperor's robe stretched out his huge palm covered with grimace, waved it casually, shattered the magic mirror, and no longer paid attention to the world.

It knew in his heart that the emperor who mastered the Dharma Body of King Mingling would reach out to the underworld sooner or later.

In addition to intuition, it is more about experience.

As soon as he occupied the city of the dead, he used the ghosts to cultivate sorcery, trying to expand his power to the human world, thinking in a different position, isn't that the case with the emperor?

Everyone is a type of person who is not satisfied with the present moment.

the other side.

Human world.

Sometimes it was pitch black, and sometimes the power of the crimson curse was wiped out little by little, and finally the temple was full of skeletons.

With this level of catastrophe, the only people who can survive near Fengtian Temple are Lu Li, Duke, your companions, and a few lucky ones.

"Qingxu Taoist is not dead, I have to say that Yangping's achievements in ruling the capital are worthy of the Taoist treasure."

Duke has black hair and looks as youthful as ever, except for a little gray at the temples.

While speaking, his temples turned black again.

"But the other Taoists are so lucky, only the two of them are left with a breath, like a gossamer, they may disappear at any time." Zhao Feng folded his hands together, and the brilliant and splendid Buddha's light emerged again, and the slightly shriveled body gradually filled up.

When the state returned a little, he waved the seven-level Buddha Pagoda the size of his thumb.

In an instant, the pagoda was enlarged and suspended in the main hall, and streaks of golden Buddha light were continuously sprayed from the top of the pagoda to help everyone recover.

Since all the people present were their own people, everyone did not resist the Buddha's light entering the body and let it wander around in the body.

"Old Lu, Longhu Mountain suffered heavy losses this time."

"How do you plan to arrange them?"

When the words fell, Duke took the initiative to attract a Buddha's light, and while feeling the warm feeling contained in the interior, he looked at Lu Li who was sitting on the dragon chair.

"It's not a big problem. The souls of the deceased are all taken away by the bulls and horses, and they have never entered the land of reincarnation."

Having said that, Lu Li still couldn't help sighing.

Lonely family and widowhood: the humble name of the ancient emperor, that is, a person who humbles himself as a virtuous person.

In addition, the emperor is high above and has supreme power. No one can equal him in status and power. He lacks friends in his life, and there is no object to talk to, so he calls himself a widow.

Thanks to the blessing of the old demon of Montenegro, Lu Li became a physical loner the moment he completed the enthronement ceremony—

The civil and military of the Manchu Dynasty all turned into withered bones.

Even Zuo Qianhu, who was about to achieve a breakthrough in the martial arts, was lying on the ground. He couldn't die any longer, he only had a layer of skin more than others.

Well, that's all...

To be honest, Montenegro's hand is really disgusting, and Lu Li's face hurts.

However, rushing into the underworld like this is really the way to seek death, and it is in the arms of the old demon of Montenegro.

"This account will be settled sooner or later."

Resisting the anger in his heart, Lu Li began to divert his attention, thinking about how to clean up the mess in front of him.

First of all, none of the classmates closest to him died, and he was trying his best to make up for the lost Shouyuan.

Or swallow pills, or breathe in the essence of spiritual energy.

With mutual support, I believe that it will not be long before they return to their prosperous state.

Therefore, you don't need to worry about yourself.

As for the only three Taoists left in Longhu Mountain, their condition is not good, but they are not hopelessly bad either.

One thing to say, Zhao Feng's seven-level Buddha pagoda is indeed extraordinary. The time for indiscriminate treatment is only a few breaths before and after, and the three people headed by Taoist Qingxu stabilized their heartbeats.

Gradually, under the witness of Lu Li, their faces slowly turned ruddy, and their dry, thatch-like hair also had a little luster, and they were about to regain their self-consciousness.

It is good to self-regulate during the intermediary.

Not only that, but Zuo Qianhu, Duke Wei, and even the ministers of civil and military affairs in the Mandian Palace also had visions appearing on their bodies.

Every inch of exposed bone seems to have spirituality, with unknown scriptures flowing on it!

Of course, there is no power of transformation in it.

There are indeed many creepy methods in the Buddhist family, but Lu Li knows that Zhao Feng will not use such magical powers on his own people. He and Duke have both personally verified this.

"Boss, the limit of what a seventh-level pagoda can do at the moment is flesh and bones." Zhao Feng regained the appearance of a rich **** and jade, and said solemnly: "The matter of the living dead will be handed over to you."

The King of Hell wants you to die at the third watch, who would dare to keep someone until the fifth watch?

The answer is: City God dares!

At least King Mingling can.

What's more, those who died in the southern Zhili area were all under its direct jurisdiction.

"Thank you."

Lu Li nodded towards Zhao Feng, the unhappiness in his heart faded a little.

At first, he planned to forcibly use the newly comprehended Heavenly Astral Technique [Flower Blossom Moment], and UU Reading www.uukanshu.com made the time in a small area go back half an hour before.

In this way, the rotten bones will be turned into fresh flesh and blood, and then the soul will be released, and the mess will be cleaned up.

And Zhao Feng took the initiative to do things, which definitely saved Lu Li from the risks and troubles. After all, the scene of losing control of the training of the same Tiangang supernatural power [Small and Big Ruyi] in the past is still vivid in my mind.

"The old demon of Montenegro, it's really not easy."

King Mingling and Lu Li were in the same source, and when his mind moved, he knew what each other was thinking. He took back the dharma body that was lying between heaven and earth, waved the judge's pen, and kept writing on the extra blank pages in the book of life and death. :

"The Duke of Wei, Xu Tonghe, has a sixty-fourth birthday."

"The Minister of Rites..."

"Qianhu Zuo..."

The old demon of Montenegro slashed the number of people's life expectancy, then he will change it back again, it will take more time.

About a quarter of an hour passed.

Inside and outside the Fengtian Hall were filled with courtiers again, and they deeply realized what it means:

When gods fight, mortals suffer.

"The evil beast who just made a mess, is a big monster who privately occupies the city of death. I want to conquer it myself, and all the things that happen in the world will be handled by the Emperor Taishang. Can you have any opinions?"

Lu Li calmed down, looked at Baiguan who was standing in front of him again, and asked again.

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