Bureau of Anomalous Biological Countermeasures Chapter 131: Sacrificial flag

A letter to return or not? What a coincidence, did you see this **** man? He just won't return." After the old guy smiled, he pointed to Bai Wuqiu, who was nibbling on a pig's leg. Then he reached out to pick up the envelope in the yamen's hand.

At the moment when my fingers touched the envelope, flames suddenly burst out from the envelope. Then the flames quickly turned into a fire and set the yamen holding the envelope on fire. The yamen did not expect such a thing to happen at all. After being burned by the fire, his hands fluttered around, leading the fire on his body to the other two yamen next to him. The dazzling kung fu three people turned into firemen.

The monks around were already drunk, and by the time they reacted, the fire was out of control. Several monks hurriedly wanted to use the fire control method to pull the fire away from the three people. But just when they were about to start, they suddenly heard the words of Gui Wugui: "See clearly and then start, that is the demon fire, not the way to control the fire in the world. The monster behind the scenes wants you to do it, and then Lead the demon fire to us..."

At this time, the three yamen were still screaming incessantly. The monk who had sobered up wanted to summon Nimbus again and use the rain to douse the demon fire on the yamen. After seeing it, Gui Bugui shook his head again and again and said, "Can't you really see it? This demon fire has moved its hands and feet. It hasn't burned these three people to death for such a long time. This is to lure us to do it. This fire Not extinguished by water, you want to use rain clouds to extinguish the demon fire. Be careful of being burned by water and fire at the end..."

It makes sense to hear the return, the cultivator could only withdraw the spell halfway through. But looking at the three yamen who were screaming in the fire, the cultivator's eyes trembled twice and said, "You can't control the fire, you can't control the water. What can we do? Watching them burn alive. ..."

Before the monk finished speaking, a light flew out from behind Wu Mian, who was sitting beside Gui Bugui. The light passed through the three yamen, and then flew back behind the white-haired man. The light disappeared as if nothing had happened.

At this time, the bodies of the three yamen fell to the ground, and then they no longer struggled or screamed. Just let the fire burn all three of them into charred corpses...

"This is a welcome gift from this king..." At the same time that the three yamen died, the sharp voice of the demon king rang out. After a pause, the voice of the demon king rang again: "Tomorrow, this king will be waiting for you on the mountain, don't let this king wait too long... At night, this king will use your heads as drinking utensils to drink heavily... "

After hearing the voice of the demon king, everyone present became silent. I originally thought that the demon mountain was already at the end of the battle, and that a few hundred monks on my own side could completely destroy the demon mountain. Unexpectedly, there are so many cultivators of them that they can't even put out a group of demon fire, let alone deal with the demon king face to face.

At this time, the white-haired man stood up. He turned his head to the side to distinguish where the voice came from. After he understood it, the light behind Wu Mian flashed again. Then I really wanted to shoot the lightning in the southeast direction.

At the moment when the lightning flew past, a scream came from the southeast. Then the light came back again. This time the speed of the light was much slower, and the surrounding monks could see clearly that what they had just started was a long sword that shone like a mountain of autumn water.

"When did Yaoshan change its king, why don't I know?" After Gui Bugui sneered, he saw a figure staggeringly appeared in the southeast. The cultivator with sharp eyes can already see that the figure's chest is already red, and with its movements, blood drips down the ground.

After the figure approached, everyone saw an extremely thin chain tied to the monster's left hand. The other end of the chain is the ginseng doll Xiao Ren San, the little guy who led the monster step by step. When did this ginseng doll restrain it in the past, none of these monks even saw it. Looking at their human and demon abilities, these monks also began to gain confidence..."

At this time, a blood hole appeared in the throat of the monster, and the blood flowing from here had dyed its clothes red. The monster's hands tightly covered the wound, and as long as it let go a little, the blood would not stop splashing out. ...

"Originally, we had one less monster for the festival, and then you sent yourself..." After Wu Mian glanced at the monster, he said to Gui Bugui, who was beside him, "I'll leave it to you... "

Gui Wugui smiled and said: "According to common sense, I actually tortured what happened in the Yaoshan, but I guess you won't tell the truth. So simple, use your head to sacrifice the flag. You are The first monster to die in our hands..."

When he said this, Gui Bugui glanced at the monks around him and said, "Fellow fellow practitioners, I wonder who is interested in killing the first monster in this trip? The monks who did it will be remembered in history. , he is the first person in our trip to pacify the demon mountain..."

As soon as these words were finished, hundreds of monks jumped up. They said loudly together: "I'm coming! I'm coming to sacrifice this monster to the flag..." "I'm not talented! May all the monks share their worries and destroy this monster..." "The next **** and the monster have an inseparable hatred. , I hope a few great monks will complete..." "I'll come!" "I'll come..."

"It's rare for all fellow practitioners to be so united..." After Gui Bugui smiled, he selected a young monk who looked only in his twenties among the monks and said, "If I remember correctly, old man, you are An Zicheng of the Daomen Tianmen sect. The group of monsters broke your Tianmen sect, killing eleven people. Among them is your master, right?"

"Yes, old senior, you remember right, that monster killed eleven people in our sect. The family teacher, Taoist Taoist Tongxuan, He Zong, my mother and two junior brothers, and the remaining seven senior brothers have all been killed. The monster killed it." When talking about this, and then looking at the dying monster, the monk named An Zicheng looked at the monster and his eyes were about to burst into flames.

"Then you will use this monster to sacrifice the flag..." After Gui Bugui smiled, he said to the remaining monks: "Fellow fellow practitioners, this monk An and the monster have killed their master again. , let him come to avenge this, do you have any opinions?"

Since it was a matter of returning home, the remaining monks could only be quiet. At the moment, they are looking at An Zicheng with an envious look. The chance to become famous now is this young cultivator. Some people even thought again: It's a pity, why didn't that monster go to see my sect. Maybe my master and the whole family died at its hands, and this chance to show up is me...

Seeing the cultivator, I didn't have any different opinions. Gui Bugui smiled at An Zicheng and said, "Go ahead, you kill this monster, we'll go back to rest, everyone will go to Yaoshan tomorrow morning..."

An Zicheng pulled out his long sword, and after walking to the monster's side, he chopped off the monster's head without saying a word. At this time, the blood on the monster's body was almost drained. Although the head was chopped off, there was no large amount of blood flowing out.

After watching the monster beheaded, the group of monsters cheered for a while. Gui Bugui stood up and said to the monks: "Okay, everyone, let's go back and rest." Tomorrow morning, we will set off into Yaoshan..."

At the moment, the monks hurriedly saluted Wu Mian and Gui Bugui, and then went to the inn where they rested and borrowed 10,000 folk customs...

After all the monks disappeared, Gui Bugui glanced at Wu Mian, and then continued: "Old man, I originally thought that the demon king would come in person, but I didn't expect a fake demon king... It looks like a demon. The king's life is not easy either. The old man should be in trouble now if I guess correctly. That's why he sent his own demon grandson to make trouble...

"This matter is not that simple..." Wu Mian glanced at the return and continued: "After entering the demon mountain, go directly to the demon king..."