Xianjie Alipay

Chapter 222 Shocking the Maze of Death
"They're here!"

In the headquarters of the Wa Armed Forces, a weird old man sitting in the middle hall suddenly opened his closed eyes, and two faint cold lights shot out, staring straight at the fertile fields thousands of miles away.

"The great prophet, are we going to go in and capture it?"

A ninja from the Eastern Kingdom next to him looked proud, obviously dissatisfied with this great prophet.

He came from the Tokugawa family in the Eastern Kingdom, and Tokugawa Ichiro fell into the sand in Huaguo. They had a natural hatred for warriors from the East.

In the next step, the Yamaguchi-gumi will aggressively attack Huaguo, and once again let them know what humiliation is.

"Can you go in?"

A boxer of the Aye religion next to him had a sarcasm on his face. These foreign fighters seemed to be a little ready to move, a little bit like challenging the Great Prophet.

As the guardian of the Great Prophet and the strongest boxer in Myanmar, he doesn't mind giving these foreign fighters some lessons.

Great Prophet, not everyone can disrespect!

"Hey, you go on, I'll just watch the show."

Next to him was a tall white man from the old Maozi country, who looked like a wild bear, holding a black hook sickle, and looked like he was watching a show.

The reason why Lao Maozi was involved this time was purely suppressed by the Great Prophet. As a country with a good friendship with Hua, Lao Maozi was purely playing the role of soy sauce.

"Humph!"

The Great Prophet Guhad snorted coldly, and gave the provocative American a cold look.

"puff!"

The American man's face turned pale, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

"Great Prophet, you!"

A fat man from the United States next to him was in a hurry, and he clenched his fists tightly with both hands, revealing the hidden steel thorns inside, as if he was going to make some movement.

"Hmph, this is the fate of offending the Great Prophet!"

The guardian of the Aye Sect had a smug expression on his face, no matter how awesome the country was, he would lie down in front of the great prophet of Burma.

In this Burmese territory, the Great Prophet is a well-deserved king!

If it weren't for Ayejiao's indifference to political affairs, how could there be such foreign countries in Myanmar!
"Humph!"

The fat man from the United States quickly supported his companion, but he didn't dare to say anything more.This great prophet's ability is too weird, as if he directly attacks the human soul, and then involves the body, it is even more terrifying than the great saints in China.

Strong dragons don't overwhelm snakes, so it's better to keep a low profile in this Aye Sect territory.

"Kurukuwa (the spirit of death), playing Dadu one card (penetrating all worlds), is no greater than (nothing can block)!"

The great prophet Guhad's deep eyes penetrated into the distance, and he spoke mysterious words in his mouth.

"Your big prophet, what are you talking about?"

The old man next to him looked curious, and couldn't help asking about the guardian of the Aye Cult.

This old man, he didn't stop the other party even when he came, instead he led his group of people here to talk about it. Could it be that he waited for the other party to surrender?It's funny.

The guardian of the Aye Sect glanced at the old man from Fanbang in the north, seeing that he was quite well-behaved, and said lazily, "The Great Prophet is reading the Book of the Dead!"

"Oh, the Book of the Dead!"

The old man turned his face away, with pain in his face, he had never read the dead man's scripture, but he had seen the simplified version of the Aye Sutra, it was printed all over the street.

It's full of gossip, it's simply incomprehensible.The old man Guhad, the Great Prophet, probably became obsessed with practicing this so-called Aye Sutra, and his head was burned out.

No, now I can't tell the difference between the enemy and the enemy. The enemies are all here, and they are leading a group of people to sell orders here.

………………

On the other side, Tang Xiaohu and his party also arrived at the Awa Mountain area.

"Don't go!"

Tang Xiaohu's complexion changed, and everyone stopped drinking. There was a faint layer of mist in front of him, which was hard to detect without looking carefully.

But Tang Xiaohu is different!
After he practiced Feng Shui, he was the most sensitive to these things. From his observation, the mist seemed to be alive, and it was constantly biting the luck of several people.

Moreover, there is a strange destructive attribute in this mist, which can slowly corrode all substances.At this time, the ground and the surrounding plants are already devastated, which looks shocking.

Tang Xiaohu couldn't imagine what would happen next if his body-guarding luck was devoured by this strange mist.

"It seems that he has entered the strange formation in the Book of the Dead!"

Tang Xiaohu's expression changed. He had studied Fengshui before, hoping to get a solution.However, my practice is so shallow that I can't skillfully use many luck blessing methods.

Moreover, these qi-transformation techniques are completely unable to catch up with the speed of these strange mist.

"Little Tiger, do you want to get out first?"

When Ma Yingwu opened his mouth, he already felt that his movements were a little slow, and looking at Xie Zhirui, who had the lowest level of cultivation, he was completely confused and might be in danger of coma at any time.

If he fell into a coma at this time, without the enemy chasing him, he would definitely die in the maze of death in this Laoshizi Dead Man's Sutra.

"Great Prophet, they have already entered the urn, should you quickly kill them?"

In the armed hall of the Wa nationality, that arrogant Japanese ninja is ready to move. As the watchdog of the Tokugawa family, he can't wait to kill all the Chinese people now.

"idiot!"

The Great Prophet closed his eyes tightly, not even bothering to look at the Japanese ninja.Once out of the maze of death, the stranger should not enter, even if he enters, there is no possibility of surviving.

"Kukakada (mysterious boy from the East), Yida Horseshoe Branch Siahha (crossed the sea of ​​death)...."

The Great Prophet Guhad didn't know what he was thinking, and chanted the mysterious spell again.

"This old man, let's recite the scriptures of the dead again, don't do business!"

The old Maozi next to him couldn't help muttering.

"Fuck, can you hear this?" Immediately afterwards, the old man swears, and just when he shut up, the big prophet Guhad glanced over, and his heart sank immediately, as if Struck by lightning.

Fortunately, the Great Prophet Guhad didn't seem to have the intention of teaching himself like a Japanese ninja.

However, this old man no longer dared to speak nonsense, this great prophet has such strange abilities.

I didn't expect that such a small country like Myanmar would have such perverted people. This feeling of being suppressed by small people really made all the disciples of the big country vomit blood depressedly.

"Brother Xiaohu, are you sure this is really okay?"

On the other side, Xu Ya and others looked suspiciously at the dazzling array of jade hanging on their bodies.

After all, he is also a cultivator, if he has never eaten pork, he must have seen pigs run away!

He had always seen Bailianmen's mountain protection formation before, it was a colorful match.But the most important thing is that the mountain protection formation is fixed.

This moving magic circle is still built on the human body, which is simply unheard of.

This Tang Xiaohu is really full of ghost ideas.

I just don’t know, how much of it is reliable!
(End of this chapter)