The Strongest Violent Soldier Chapter 1552: (1) The broken apprentice

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At this time, Wang Meng spoke lightly, but he was very anxious. Can he watch Shangqingzi die?

"Little Wanzi? Why hasn't the Buddha appeared yet?" Wang Meng was sweating anxiously.

"You won't be sleeping, right? The old bald donkey is sleeping cutely." Xiao Wanzi was also anxious.

"Forget it, let me give out a rosary." Wang Meng said, taking out the rosary.

"You are more greedy than me. If you throw it out earlier, your master won't be caught." Xiao Wanzi rolled his eyes.

"Cough cough. Don't I wonder if the Buddha will make a move? Then don't I save a rosary?" Wang Meng said, shaking his body, disappearing, and showing up.

After Wang Meng appeared, he stared at Shang Qingzi, who was caught in the hands of the old monk and couldn't move. He scolded him with his head and face covered: "What did you say you were here for? You didn't take action when I was beaten by a group just now. You still can’t do it? Are you protecting me or I protecting you? Now, I have to save you? If you fail to succeed, you are too useless."

Shangqingzi's face was flushed by the damage in front, but he was speechless. Because it is so.

Shangqingzi was mad at death by his lover.

The old monk looked at Shangqingzi in wonder: "Are you really his master?"

Shangqingzi didn't say a word, and said to his heart, I've been down for eight lifetimes, and he has taken this bad apprentice.

"Leave my master, I will go with you. But the cloud swallowing jar cannot be given to you. The cloud swallowing jar has been refined by me. Unless you kill me, you can't take it away." Wang Meng looked at Old monk. The expression calmly said.

"Okay!" The old monk was very happy. Without a word, he waved his hand and lost the Shang Qingzi.

Shangqingzi was directly thrown out of the remains.

This is the site of the old monk, and no one can run away. He is not afraid of us cheating.

Wang Meng is correct in one point. The old monk does not want to kill, and he does have scruples.

Because, if you kill someone, the deity is not easy to explain in the Buddhist world. Otherwise, he wouldn't appear in the magic weapon. He would have used this ruin magic weapon to kill Wang Meng's cloud swallowing jar a long time ago, and he could even kill everyone who entered the ruins.

"I speak for words, if you let my master go, I will go with you. But, I haven't finished speaking yet, I still have the conditions, so you let the people go, don’t complain. Me." Wang Meng Kaba said with big eyes.

The old monk rejoiced: "Wang Meng? I know you have a lot of tricks and you are a super big scam. But don't forget, this is my site, I don't need to talk nonsense with you, and trap you here. . Do not believe it? Please see!"

The old monk said and waved his hand, and the ruins suddenly trembled, and the air in the ruins disappeared instantly.

A vacuum!

Just now, the mountains and rivers were still green. At this moment, they lost their vitality in an instant.

At this moment, the various repairers in the ruins were taken aback by the changes in front of them, and they all changed color!

The spiritual energy disappears, and there is no air, even if they are cultivators, they can't hold on for long.

Wang Meng's face changed drastically. Could this be Xian'er's bad premonition?

"Hand over the cloud swallowing pot, everyone, live! Otherwise, everyone, die!" The old monk said viciously with a hideous face.

Wang Meng's face is ugly, this old monk is really cruel!

Wang Meng wanted to crush the rosary beads, but he knew that it was no longer useful, because this was the old monk's magic weapon. The old monk's hand just now showed that he can completely restrict everything here.

The rosary may not have much power.

"Bald donkey? You don't show up again, I'm not over with you!" Wang Meng suddenly faced Void and said angrily.

The old monk pouted his lips and stared at Wang Meng: "You have already used this trick!"

It's just that he just finished speaking...

Cuckoo!

Cuckoo!

Cuckoo...

...Suddenly, a series of weird calls came from the void.

Like the cry of an old hen.

This is not the voice of the Buddha?

Wang Meng and Yunkong were both taken aback and looked at the voice.

Suddenly, the sky in the distance was bright red, a blood-red cloud appeared, and the red cloud drifted over. Tick ​​tick, blood is falling!

Old red-haired demon?

The red cloud has not yet approached, and the **** breath has drifted over, and an extremely horrible and wicked air pressure spread.

But the taste can't tell the level of breath pressure.

Wang Meng turned around and ran, and he kindly reminded the old monk: "Old monk, the old red-haired demon is here, run quickly? Let's talk about it after our grievances. Your ruins can't limit him at all, because his attack method is blood. There is no need to use mana."

The old monk didn't go after Wang Meng and didn't run. Instead, he frowned and looked at Hongyun.

He controlled the ruins, and he didn't even notice the existence of this old red-haired demon. At this time, he was trying to limit the red cloud, but it didn't work. It can be seen how powerful this old red-haired demon is.

The old monk is a clone, with part of the memory of the deity. There is information about the old red-haired demon in the memory. This old red-haired demon is very powerful. It is a weird evildoer that suddenly appeared thousands of years ago, insanity, and disaster. , Some immortals fought against it, and finally Zhe Yu, all defeated.

The old monk did not run, because he couldn't run in front of the red-haired demon.

He is not as good as a fairy.

"See the predecessors!" The old monk is actually very familiar with the machine, sees the wind and makes the rudder, and at this time, he puts his hands together and bows.

"Cuckoo! Bald monk? The monk has bald head, light, light, slippery, fun! Fun!" Hong Yun stopped over the old monk, and a shrill voice came from inside.

The old monk dared not speak.

The terrifying blood dripped around, but avoided the old monk. But the old monk was still sweating. He felt the terrifying power of the blood rain to kill everything in seconds.

Apparently, the old demon didn't want to kill him now.

The old monk knew that at this time, the old red-haired demon was sober.

"Cuckoo! This is your ruined artifact? What tatters are in it?" The red-haired old demon said in a dissatisfied tone, smashed, and a lot of lost aura, broken, and gray suddenly fell from the red cloud. Magic weapon of weapons.

There were a lot of things, like hills, and buried the old monks directly.

"Senior? The weapons and magic weapons here are all ancient remnants. They have already lost their spirituality and will definitely not be able to enter the eyes of the seniors." The old monk crawled out of the weapon pile with a sullen expression, and said tremblingly.

At this time, the old monk was very shocked. He didn't know until now that all the things in the ruins were taken away by the old demon. Here are the relics under his control, the old demon took these things, he didn't even know?

"Nonsense! The ruins of you are not bad, you can be the old man's palace. You can quickly give me the ruins, otherwise, the old man will eat you!" The blood cloud rolled, and the ruined place was taken away.

The old demon wants his ruins, and the old monk looks ugly.

This is his magic weapon.

"Cuckoo? Do you want money or life? If you don't give it, you die! Three! One, two..." The old demon seemed to have a bad temper and had limited patience.

The old demon said, the red clouds rolled, the raindrops encrypted, and fell on the old monk.

"I'll give it!" The old monk was terrified.

"Three! It's late!"

Under the red cloud cover, cover the old monk.