This great sage was from the Yasha tribe, with an old face and narrow eyes.
The whole body was covered with scars, giving a sense of cruelty.
He walked towards Zhang Ruochen.
Zhang Ruochen seemed to be petrified by fright, standing still on the spot.
The Great Sage of the Yasha Clan smiled contemptuously and said, "Don't worry, I won't kill you."
With one of his hands resting on Zhang Ruochen's shoulders, powerful mental power poured into Zhang Ruochen's body, and phantom light appeared in his eyes, controlling Zhang Ruochen's consciousness: "From now on, I will be the shopkeeper of this inn, and you are mine. servant."
"Understand." Zhang Ruochen said.
The Great Sage of the Yasha tribe nodded in satisfaction, retracted his palm, and looked up, as if he had sensed something terrible, he quickly changed his body and became a fat middle-aged man in his fifties.
Zhang Ruochen followed him and entered the inn together.
The great sage of the Yasha tribe really pretends to be the shopkeeper of the inn, cooking in the kitchen, wiping the dust, and counting the accounts. Zhang Ruochen was on the sidelines, and frankly attacked.
It is the time when the sky is full of snow, and the world is white.
The four beautiful figures fluttering in colorful clothes have always found this town from the place where the Great Sage of the Yasha tribe had fallen.
All of them are beautiful and beautiful, their bodies are graceful, their skin is whiter than snow, and their waists are exposed outside of various gauze, flexible and sexy. unfortunately. Every body week has the rules of the Holy Dao flowing, and ordinary monks can't see their appearance and figure.
"That's it, I can smell his remaining blood." A woman holding a pipa said.
The woman holding the flute said: "He is hidden in the mortals in this small town. There are no more than twenty humans in the town. I can kill them all with just one flute sound. Still alive. It must be him."
"No."
The woman holding the pipa said solemnly: "The thief God said that there are great secrets hidden in this planet. If you kill innocent people indiscriminately, you may encounter disaster. Let's go and take a look in the small town. He can't hide it. "
"Boom! Boom! Boom..."
In the inn, Zhang Ruochen was hitting the shutters of the windows with a hammer to withstand the harsh wind and snow.
The door was pushed open.
The whistling sound rang.
Pieces of snowflakes, accompanied by the charming fragrance of women, blew in from outside.
Four stunning women, all of them have good cultivation skills, and they are all strong in the Great Sage.
As soon as she walked in, the woman holding the flute released Daoyu and wrapped the entire inn.
The powerful rules of the Holy Path, invisibly, spread to the ground, walls, roof, windows, pillars of the inn..., turning the inn into a cage world.
General forces, but can't cultivate four top sages. Unless there is a certain well-known force in the entire universe, it can be done.
When Zhang Ruochen saw the last woman holding the pipa and walked into the inn, he finally understood their origins.
Because he has seen this woman.
The figure of the woman holding the flute is extremely beautiful, especially on the chest, as if there are two milky white bowls upside down there, looming.
She had a bad look, walked under Zhang Ruochen, and said, "Old man, you are so old, why are you still climbing so high? It's dangerous, what if you fall?"
Zhang Ruochen knew she was doubting herself.
Because, the great sage of the Yasha tribe, deliberately stuck a drop of blood on him.
The woman holding the flute pressed the wooden table under Zhang Ruochen with a light push, and the wooden table moved horizontally.
It was Zhang Ruochen who was standing on the wooden table and nailing the window. His old body was unstable. He fell to his side and was about to fall to death on the spot.
The woman holding the pipa in her hand protruded a jade white catkin and grabbed Zhang Ruochen's wrinkled wrist. At the same time, an invisible energy fell on Zhang Ruochen, causing him to fall to the ground smoothly.
Her hands are soft and the fragrance is intoxicating.
"It's not him! Mengsheng is very cunning, and deliberately spilled a drop of blood on him to confuse us." The woman holding the pipa said so.
"Do you girls want to stay in a restaurant or eat in... You..."
The shopkeeper in her fifties walked out of it and saw four beautiful women standing in the lobby, their faces all dull for a while.
An inn shopkeeper in a small town, suddenly, saw four gorgeously dressed women, either with pretty waists or jade legs. How could he not be shocked?
Zhang Ruochen looked at the shopkeeper, but was a little surprised, and found that the great sage of the Yasha tribe didn't know what methods he used, and the hidden methods became a little cleverer.
From beginning to end, Zhang Ruochen did not release his mental power.
Because it is not necessary.
The monks of the Great Sage rank, in his eyes, are no different from ordinary mortals, and don't want to know what they intend.
The four women, each holding an instrument, smiled and groaned, circled the Yasha Clan Great Sage, looking at him.
Obviously they have doubts, but they are not sure.
The woman with the flute was about to make a move, and a hearty laughter sounded outside: "Unexpectedly, in such a remote place, you can actually meet the four posters of the Goddess Twelfth Square."
A one-eyed old man in a gray robe walked in from the door.
Zhang Ruochen, who was about to close the door, quickly stepped aside.
The one-eyed old man in gray robe is tall, about two meters long. The two war servants who followed him into the inn were even more than 2.5 meters tall. The small inn seemed to be broken by them.
There is an overwhelming aura from them.
The complexions of the four **** beauties suddenly became extremely solemn.
Even the great sage of the Yasha tribe, who became the shopkeeper of the inn, seemed to be shocked, even if it was well hidden, there was still a trace of fear in the depths of his pupils.
How can they not be afraid?
The one-eyed gray-robed old man is a false god.
The one-eyed gray-robed old man always had a smile on his face, and said: "The old man hurriedly hurryed, but he was still a step slower than expected. You almost let your Goddess Twelfth Square take the lead. Why, have you found someone?"
"How cunning is Mengsheng, how can it be so easy to find?" said the woman holding a pipa.
The one-eyed gray-robed old man shook his head and said: "Others can't find it, but Ye Louzhu's tracking technique is top-notch in the gods, and his mental power has reached rank sixty-nine. Even an old man is not as good as you, how could you Can't find it? Is Mengsheng hiding in this small town, or in this inn?"
The gaze of the one-eyed gray-robed old man looked back and forth between Zhang Ruochen and the fat shopkeeper, and he immediately noticed the drop of blood on Zhang Ruochen.
The woman holding the pipa in her hand said: "It's not him. The blood on his body is just a method Mengsheng uses to confuse us. If I didn't guess wrong, Mengsheng should have gone away. Go, let me continue to chase. "
The owner of the fourth building of Goddess Twelfth Square rushed out of the inn and flew away.
The one-eyed gray-robed old man was uncertain, but he felt that Ye Manman's analysis was reasonable. Mengsheng left blood here, but he was confusing them and buying time for his escape. How is it possible to stay in place?
Ye Manman is the former owner of the Ice King Goddess Building.
After the one-eyed gray-robed old man and the two war servants left, a sardonic smile appeared in the eyes of the fat shopkeeper, and he said to himself: "Can't stay here anymore, they should react soon. Back here."
"Boom!"
The fat shopkeeper flicked his finger, and a beam of light flew out, shattering the gray-haired Zhang Ruochen's body, turning it into a mass of **** powder.
He stepped out of the inn, his body became the original face of the Yasha tribe.
But before he could leave, a huge boulder like a hill fell from the sky.
"Boom."
The great sage of the Yasha tribe was crushed into blood by the boulder.
Around the boulder, there are countless ground cracks.
The whole town sank downward and the houses became slanted.
"Crack, scream."
The boulder over a hundred meters high, the stone moved, the body shrank, and turned into a human man with stone skin. He stepped on the already **** Yasha Clan Great Sage and sneered: "You can fool them, but you can't fool me."
Zhang Ruochen sat on a chair in the inn, and sighed in his heart: "Yasha tribe, Goddess Twelve Workshops, and Dark Temple, now the Supreme Sage of the Stone Clan has also appeared! A sixth-level planet has attracted so many masters, It's not like accident!"
Just now, what the Great Sage of the Yasha tribe smashed with one finger was only the phantom of Zhang Ruochen.
"The tree wants to be quiet, but the wind does not stop."
Zhang Ruochen was not interested in what they were fighting for. He didn't look outside, his eyes drooped and his face was helpless. In my ear ~www.mtlnovel.com~ I heard the voice of Ye Manman returning and returning: "The thing on Mengsheng's body, our Goddess Twelfth Workshop is about to decide!"
Fight broke out outside.
However, Yemanman and the Great Sage of the Stone Clan both released the Dao domain, and the aftermath of the battle did not spread to the town.
Other great sages arrived, and more and more monks were fighting.
Soon there were a few large saint corpses on the ground. Strangely, they all only dared to fight in the realm. There are even great sages of spiritual power who use formations to protect the mortals in the town.
"Haha, the landlord Ye is really shrewd, he actually deceived the old man, but unfortunately there are too many monks coveting that thing, you are still fighting with the bamboo basket after all." The one-eyed gray-robed old man laughed from far away.
The three posters of Goddess Twelfth Square rushed back and gathered with Yemanman.
They are responsible for leading away the one-eyed gray-robed old man, but unfortunately the fighting here broke out, and the fluctuations spread quickly, and they couldn't hide it.
The one-eyed gray-robed old man released his divine power and suppressed all the fighting great sages so that they could not continue to make shots.
He said: "To hand over that thing, everyone is happy today. Otherwise, the old man can only search for souls one by one. You know the price of soul searching."
The voice of the Great Sage of the Stone Clan sounded, and said: "If you get that thing, you will surely kill all of us. Don't believe him. Let's do it together and deal with it first... Ah..."
The Great Sage of the Stone Clan screamed.
The one-eyed gray-robed old man grabbed him into the palm of his hand, and his palm burst into dark power, crushing it into white lime. He sighed: "It's not on him. So, who is the thing?"
Next, scream after scream sounded outside.
These great sages, let alone Yuanhui-level representatives, do not even exist at the pinnacle of a demigod. Even if they are shot together, they are not opponents of false gods.
Can only be slaughtered.
Chapter end
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