He subconsciously used the secret method to check the situation at Guyu Pass.
However, the next moment, he jumped up from the soft couch as if he had been pricked by a needle.
Damn it, are all these altar owners crazy?
Isn’t it okay to hold a sacrificial ceremony properly? Why did I mess with this murderous god!
Wait, what are you bastards doing?
stop it! Are you crazy? ?
However, no matter how much he urged his secretary, the wood carving seemed to be blocked and beyond his control.
At this moment, the originally comfortable middle-aged man was sweating on his temples.
But his secret technique, which he had tried many times, completely lost its effect at this moment.
On the other side, when he saw someone carrying Luo Sheng's wooden sculpture out, a look of surprise flashed in Hong Laoliu's eyes.
He looked around the wood carving with a smile, and then said casually:
"It's interesting. A dog that was raised by others was actually erected as a statue. It's really interesting!"
"But the leader of your sect should really change his way of doing things. If he keeps fooling you like this, who will pay for his life in the future!"
As soon as these words came out, both the master of the human altar and the followers of the sect had extremely ugly expressions.
"Okay, I've seen enough, take this annoying thing back with you!"
Hong Laoliu said and waved his sleeves again. The next moment, the wooden sculpture of Lord Luo Sheng exploded with a bang from the middle and instantly shattered into wood chips all over the floor.
Such a scene made the altar owner's eyes straighten.
These low-level members of the cult might not know, but as the leader of the human altar, how could he not know?
This wood carving of Lord Luo Sheng is no ordinary wood carving.
There is a ray of spiritual power from the great god Luo Sheng on it.
However, even if the old beggar destroyed the wooden sculpture, Master Luo Sheng still did not dare to fart.
Could it be possible...that the Great God Luo Sheng recognized this person, and that he was really a Ichijo...
The leader of the human altar did not dare to continue thinking about it, because he found that if he continued to think about it, he would be scared to death first.
After confirming Hong Laoliu's strength, he no longer hesitated and immediately planned to escape.
However, just when he wanted to activate the power of luck in his body, he found that the power of luck in his body could not be mobilized at all.
It was as if it was stuck and imprisoned.
At the same time, Hong Laoliu's playful voice sounded in his ears.
"What, do you want to run away?"
"But it's a pity that you have missed the best opportunity."
"Injuring my disciple like this, I want your life, that's not too much, right?"
The leader of the human altar felt a thump in his heart, but he still forced a smile and said:
"Senior's cultivation is beyond the reach of this junior. What happened today may not be amicable. Please give this junior a happy death!"
As soon as these words came out, Hong Laoliu couldn't help but look at him twice.
"I'm really worried about living. In that case, I'll give you a ride and give you a good time!"
As he spoke, he turned his palm into a fist and punched the leader of the human altar in the chest.
This punch was like thunder on the ground, instantly making the world feel gloomy.
Just when Wan Yanyue thought that the big devil, the Master of the Human Altar, would definitely die this time. Suddenly, a feminine voice came from the sky.
"The one with the surname Hong is almost there! Now, in my sect, there are only three people with some talent left. If you kill them, where can I find another good one?"
As he spoke, an extremely feminine force fell from above and collided with Hong Laoliu's fist wind, one soft and one hard.
The next moment, an extremely powerful energy wave exploded instantly.
The altar leader was located in the center of the explosion. Even though he was protected by the feminine power, his internal organs also shifted in an instant.
His facial features were condensed together, and his entire face was filled with pain.
The next moment, he spurted out a mouthful of blood, which even contained a lot of internal organs.
At the same time, a figure was guarding him, and a black pill was placed in his mouth.
Without saying a word, the leader of the human altar sat cross-legged on the ground and began to mobilize the remaining power of luck in his body to repair himself.
On the other side, the feminine figure stood face to face with Hong Laoliu.
There was a moment of silence in the entire cave, and even the most common sound of insects completely disappeared at this moment.
"Hong, long time no see. Why, have you thought about it and found a successor?"
As he spoke, he looked at Yang Dong who was standing up and seriously injured. After thinking for a moment, his brows knitted together again.
"You're just mediocre, and you can't be considered a genius. Why would you, a person with such a high level of vision, accept such a successor?"
Hong Laoliu took a deep look at the feminine man. He knew that the person in front of him was the leader of the sect.
He silently protected Yang Dong and Wan Yanyue behind him, then looked at the feminine man and said with a thin smile:
"If I said it was because of the money, would you believe it?"
"Believe it, why don't you believe it!"
The leader of the Guilty Cult smiled faintly, put his orchid finger to his mouth and said softly:
"We have known each other for almost a hundred years, and the slave family still doesn't know that you, this old guy, are the most greedy for money!"
"But it just so happens that I gave you the million taels of silver that my family robbed, but you didn't want a penny! Can you tell my family why this is?"
"I don't like your money being dirty."
Hong Laoliu put on a look of disdain and said:
"Tell me, your sect has returned to the world, do you want to cause trouble again?"
"Damn it~ Who said we were going to make trouble? We just want to take advantage of the east wind to strengthen ourselves."
"Speaking of which... Hong, you old immortals, do you also want to take this opportunity to do something?"
Having said this, the leader of the Guilty Cult once again focused his attention on Yang Dong.
"Could it be that... this kid is the person you selected? Tsk tsk... This is too ordinary. How could you, Boss Jia, choose him?"
"Do you think there is a possibility that you, Mr. Jia, were looking for a bargain, so you sold a fake tortoise shell, and the calculation turned out to be wrong?"
"Don't tell me, it's really possible!"
Hong Laoliu chuckled, then suddenly flipped his palm, and a blast of wind hit the leader of the Guild Cult in the face.
The leader of the Guild Cult had an unchanging expression, and he hurriedly raised his palms to each other, and then stepped back one after another with "thump thump thump".
He took a deep breath, adjusted his breathing, and then stared at Hong Laoliu, half-smiling but not smiling:
"It seems that this time the slave guessed it right!"
"If your chosen one is exposed so early, this kid won't live long!"
