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Mu Bai released the insect king it raised. Zhao Manyan only needs to worry about how many minutes the group of people from the Black Holy See could last.

As we headed to the Eighth Mountain Gate, Zhao Manyan wore a set of hidden armor. This thing does not have much effect during normal battles, but walking in an area where demons are everywhere can greatly avoid being blocked by demons.

Demons are all carnivorous and come to you as soon as you see them.

The demons with the nose spirit all came over when they smelled the smell of living people a few kilometers away, so it was difficult for the magician to leave alive when entering the wilderness forest that was too deep.

This expensive hidden clothes are the purpose of this. It is like opening an invisible hanger. There is no need to worry about being targeted by demons.

They will only regard people wearing concealed clothes as the most common hares in the forest and disdain to attack.

Between the Seventh Mountain Hill and the Eighth Mountain, you can hear a low roar after walking a few steps. Zhao Manyan was not as good as Mo Fan, who could kill him without stopping.

If he is besieged, he will have to die with the demon.

"Strange, where is the hill?"

"It's logical that it's here, why is there just a quagmire?"

"These mud statues are so lifelike, and they are in such funny poses."

"So I almost got buried in mud here. Why did I put the Eighth Mountain in a pit?"

Zhao Manyan searched around and found a building in the mud pit, which was almost connected to the mountain layer next to it.

He saw the light green stone guide and was about to go to the Ninth Hill when a dirty man crawled out of the building half-soaked in mud.

This man was wearing a broken cassock and his whole body was filled with mud.

"Brother, how are you doing? Are you okay?" Zhao Manyan hurried over and helped the hairless man up.

"It's okay, it's okay." The other party was a little alert, but he still looked very grateful.

"There are people breaking in the Seventh Mountain Gate. Hansen asked me to come and send a message, but the people here didn't know where they were going. I plan to go to the Seventh Mountain Gate to notify them." Zhao Manyan said to the man who looked like a wandering monk.

"I don't know very well, I'm just a little deacon." The wandering monk replied.

"This is a headache." Zhao Manyan wiped the rain on his face and changed his face in an instant, "Little Deacon, it's also considered flesh!"

After saying that, Zhao Manyan suddenly punched his right fist into the palm of his left hand. The powerful collision immediately shook a layer of brown light, which quickly spread in all directions like an explosion!

Brown light waves swept through the mud beside it, and a large rock full of edges and corners immediately emerged in the mud, as tall and thick as a bridge pier!

This kind of large bridge pier appeared one after another, surrounding the area and forming a rock arena.

The wandering monk and Zhao Manyan were trapped inside together, and at this time Zhao Manyan smiled.

I was becoming more and more witty. I just casually cheated and cheated a deacon from the Black Holy See.

The position of deacon is not low. Although their main target this time is the black pharmacist, maybe the deacon has the whereabouts of the black pharmacist?

"Brother, what are you doing? We have no grudges in the past and no grudges in the past." The wandering monk raised his eyebrows, looking confused.

"I'll build a rain shelter, don't take it too seriously," said Zhao Manyan.

A rain cover?

The wandering monk couldn't help but want to spit out a drool and spray the other person's face. This kind of a 360-degree-sealed arena almost unable to even enter the light.

Coupled with the slow squeeze of the rock arena, it is clear that only one of them can go out alive!

"Little brother, you have to think clearly that as a pilgrim, I don't like fighting and killing. No matter which force you belong to, we will treat it as a good person, nodding, and leaving some room for each of them." said the wandering monk.

"How come you are so slick? You should save all living beings when you are a monk? You don't want any professional ethics. Go and make things from the Black Holy See!" Zhao Manyan cursed.

"Why do I have no professional ethics? Since that incident, I have walked to the Potala Palace. Every time someone dies, I will bow to their souls and pray for their souls. A total of 34,670 worships along the way." said the wandering monk.

As he said these words, the wandering monk took off his hood and exposed his forehead and face.

The monk was indeed dark and had a very obvious scar on his forehead, as if he had an extra scar.

"That thing happened? What happened?" Zhao Manyan said in confusion.

"Bocheng. I worshiped many times when there were so many people who died. How could I say that I have no professional ethics? There are not many monks as caring as me." said the wandering monk Wu Ku.

"Damn it!!!"

Zhao Manyan was shocked.

What the hell, isn’t this guy a little deacon?

Why does it affect Bocheng?

Isn’t Bocheng the hometown of Mo Fan and Mu Bai? Many people did die at that time, but Zhao Manyan didn’t know the specific number, so why did this monk tell me directly?

"Who are you?" Zhao Manyan pointed at the monk and said.

"You don't know who I am, what do you do if you sleep??" Wu Ku also widened his eyes.

Wu Ku thought that he had no idea of ​​the person in front of him to see through the identity of the leader, so the other party would use such a rock duel to trap him to death.

Wu Ku was actually panicked for a moment, thinking that the other party was a big shot in the Holy Court or one of the Holy City Angels.

It seems to be a false alarm.

"You said you were a little deacon, but I just wanted to take you, the little leader of the black church, to seek credit." Zhao Manyan said.

"I lied to you, I saw that you didn't tell the truth... It seems that there are some misunderstandings between us." Wu Ku said.

"Yes, misunderstanding, misunderstanding." Zhao Manyan had a headache.

The other party is not a little deacon!!

And judging from his story about Bocheng, he is still a big boss!!

Zhao Manyan is a very B-numbered person. It is a dream that he, a mage who is mainly defensive to deal with a big leader of the Black Holy See.

"Actually, I don't like fighting or killing." Zhao Manyan began to feel guilty.

This monk has a bit high level and can't handle it myself. He has to find a way to drag Mo Fan or Mu Bai over.

"Then let's get together and part with you? Look at my brother, he is also a dragon and phoenix. He will definitely achieve great things in the future. There is no need to fight with me, a shameful little monk, right?" Wu Ku said.

Wu Ku didn't know the opponent's strength either. He was not a pure combat mage, he just had some ability to save his life.

Mo Fan's sudden appearance did disrupt some of their original plans. Wu Ku thought that he would not be able to see through his identity. He didn't know that as soon as he came out of the tunnel and came to the Eighth Hill, he ran into such a guy who had trapped himself in a pile of stones as soon as he met him.
Chapter completed!