The Retirement of the Demon Lord

As they went deeper and deeper, they entered a swamp with no end in sight. The miasma produced in it makes the nose tingling. Fortunately, the land of Jiangdong is cooler than Nanzhong, and the climate is rainy and windy. These miasmas cannot be condensed for a long time, and the harm to the human body is not large.

Slowly, the swamp they walked into was unknown.

The quagmire stretched up to his waist in the morning, and the touch on his feet was very strange. It felt like stepping on a thick mass of slightly firm mud that could support his weight a little. But if you continue to stand still, you will gradually sink into it and be enveloped by it.

This is a common situation in natural swamps. There is a lot of rain on the east side of the river, so the swamps form two layers up and down. The upper layer is more watery and less viscous. The bottom layer is composed of the remains of animals and plants. Because there are still solids that have not completely decomposed, this layer of mud is slightly firmer and allows people to walk. But if the body sinks into the bottom layer of mud, it is like falling into quicksand in the desert, unable to control itself and slowly swallowed by it.

The bottom layer is the fatal crisis.

The three followed behind the demon monk, not daring to stop all the way, and took a few more small steps to prevent their feet from being swallowed by the layer of mud underneath.

"High monk, there are wild mountains and mountains everywhere, do you have to come to this ghost place to do business?" Zuo Bieyun couldn't take it anymore and said with a temper.

How can he say that he is also the little overlord of Jiangdong, a well-known master of the Mesozoic era of Jiangdong martial arts. He lives smoothly on weekdays. He is also highly respected by the king of Wu and is regarded as a guest of honor. Who on Jiangdong Road does not call him the overlord? Now that I am suffering here, my body is dirty and sticky, and my nose smells like a stinky puddle.

"It's good here..." The rickety demon monk was short in stature and had a hunched back, so the silt covered his chest, but he was still calm and took the lead without even replying.

"Where is it?"

"It's here." The rickety demon monk stood and turned around, folded his hands on his chest, and squinted his eyes and called out the Buddha's name, "Amitabha, the poor monk Chanming King Kong, and the others are the poor monk's companions. Conquer the King Kong."

When the three heard the words, they quickly looked around. There were several trees that were about to wither on the swamp, and three figures appeared from the trunks in three directions.

The face of a person in the south is blurred, and the facial features seem to be wiped with a rag when they were born, and they are very flat. On the east side, a tall man with thick hair on his face looked fierce. The person on the west side looked ordinary, but he looked a little more vulgar. The three of them all wore the same robes as Chanming King Kong, but the robes were scruffy and worn out.

When Mei Qianxiao first saw Chanming King Kong, she still complained in her heart that the other party was not hygienic, and her clothes were dirtier than his. Now in this situation, he feels that he is really not treating himself favorably, and he even compares himself with them? Comparing yourself with them is simply a high-level cleanliness! Nima, they can live in such a ghost place, and their clothes will be clean to have ghosts! When I was the most sloppy, there was at most some dirt on my body. If these few went to the bathhouse to take a bath, I was afraid that they would be able to rub out a city wall!

These guys are also shameless. A few scumbags who are neither human nor ghosts have given themselves the nickname "King Kong" and insulted Buddhism.

Mei Qianxiao faintly noticed a trace of strangeness.

The faces of the four demon monks were different from ordinary people, and there was a faint blue light, which made them even more lunar.

Zuo Bieyun is a well-known and upright disciple. In the face of demons and outsiders, he has the spirit of being superior to others. Even if he knew that these people were arranged by Weng Gong, he still dismissed the four demon monks from the bottom of his heart.

At this time, he saw that he had brought Li Mengyao and Mei Qianxiao to his goal, and the task had been completed. He was very impatient with this ghost place, and his expression of forbearance was a bit unbearable. He took a few steps to negotiate with Chanming King Kong, and planned to hurry up. Finish this last play.

"The goods are here, the money..."

"Money? Of course not..."

Chanming King Kong's indifferent expression suddenly grinned evilly, and the palm of the palm turned into a hand. His fingers pierced through his back and shot five **** arrows!

Zuo Bieyun always thought that he and the demon monk were the same people, how could he think that he would be plotted against by his own people, he was caught off guard, and the blood from the broken chest gushed out of his mouth, he couldn't believe it: "Wait...wait, You shouldn't shoot at me, we are one..."

"The poor monk knows, the poor monk knows..." Chanming King Kong's other hand swept up quickly, like a big iron clamp holding Zuo Bieyun's lower jaw, cut off his words to prevent him from revealing his secrets, and said with a sneer, "This is It's Duke Weng's meaning, if you don't die, how do they enter the urn? The King of Wu said, thank you for making such a sacrifice for him..."

During the speech, Zuo Bieyun felt a chill from the ghost claw running through his chest, like a blizzard on the top of the snow, madness raging in the internal organs of the body, and the nests were destroyed wherever they passed. Zuo Bieyun's face became pale, and the tips of his eyelashes even had white frost.

Chanming King Kong's thin body seemed to be excited by Zuo Bieyun's ferociousness and fear, and pressed his slightly trembling hand on the quagmire, watching him slowly being swallowed by the quagmire and sinking into the swamp: "You just now Don't you ask why you want to do business in this ghost place? Because it's convenient here, you don't need to take care of killing people and throwing corpses... Hehehe..."

Li Mengyao and Mei Qianxiao were both stunned, Zuo Bieyun sank into the quagmire and didn't react.

One is because the other party is moving too fast, and the other is because they didn't expect Zuo Bieyun to be so deadly, and walked in front of them inexplicably, and he was completely unprepared!

Brother, even if it is an ordinary business, you should be a little wary! What's more, this group is still notorious for killing people without blinking an eye. Isn't it courting death when you walk by and seem to know each other very well!

Jiangdong Xiaobawang just hung up like this! Before, the Wu Palace was not always boasting that you were one of the important representatives of the masters they recruited. Wouldn't it be too useless to die! Anyway, hold on for three rounds to let brother escape!

According to the original plan, if the opponent's level is average, he will take it immediately; if the level is not average, then wait until the transaction is completed and the opponent relaxes.

As a result, things were developing and changing too quickly. It was not that they never thought that they would encounter a situation where black people would eat black people, but they never thought that an important fighting force would die at the beginning of the game!

Li Mengyao was so angry that she shouted: "The arrogant thief! Jinyiwei Li Mengyao is here, if you don't immediately capture it!"

Although she knew that it was as useless as the police shouting "Stop!" to the robbers, Mei Qianxiao still gave Li Mengyao's majestic aura a fan-like look.

"People from the imperial court? It seems that we have been too high-profile recently, and we have been targeted by the public, Amitabha."

Zuo Bieyun, who was in front of Chanming King Kong, had fallen into the swamp and disappeared without a trace. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

"Isn't it a high-profile idea to dare to hit the nine-colored glass beads, a treasure of the royal family!"

Li Mengyao threw off the cloak that was in the way, took out the embroidered spring knife from her waist, and her wrists trembled slightly. Suddenly, the silver light and cleanness scattered in the dim light, like a blooming white lotus that was not demonic.

Li Mengyao warmed up to this wonderful knife, and let the four demon monks play with a relaxed and freehand look, and a heavy eyebrow floated.

"Imperial National Treasure? Joke!" Cicada Ming Kong said with contempt, "These nine-colored glazed beads appeared in the mountains behind Hanquan Temple back then. They were clearly born by absorbing the water of Hanquan and the essence of heaven and earth. They should have belonged to our Hanquan Temple. Treasure! We recapture the treasure of Hanquan Temple, what's the problem?"

"That's right, the nine-color glazed beads came from the place of Hanquan Temple, but the host of Hanquan Temple at that time presented the orb to the Queen Mother to help her pray for the world! If it was given to the Queen Mother, that's what the royal family belongs to!"

"Haha..." The dense wrinkles on Chanming King Kong's thin face stretched out, laughing more ugly than crying, "But now the host of Hanquan Temple is us, we don't care what the previous host did or said, now Hanquan Temple We have the final say. So the nine-color glazed beads should be ours!"