"Let's... join forces."
Amidst the surging black energy, the body of the boy from hell suddenly appeared, standing not far from Mao Yongan, and spoke.
"Little brother, I feel like you should be quite strong."
"But looking at your appearance, it's hard for people to trust you."
Mao Yongan lowered his head and glanced at the boy who was only as tall as his waist, with a strange expression.
"Join forces."
The underworld boy spoke in a very stiff voice. He looked at Mao Yongan seriously and repeated what he had said before.
"Alright alright."
"I've seen all the treasures. If I don't take them away, I'll feel... I'm losing blood..."
“Always give it a try.”
"This can be regarded as the correct teaching from Lao Lutou during this period."
As he said that, Mao Yongan sighed: "Fighting and stuff like that are the most boring thing. Let's just happily pick up treasures, okay?"
While talking, Mao Yongan took out one item after another from somewhere and kept throwing them on the ground.
Some are fruits, some are dolls, and there are also paper figures, paper beasts and the like.
In just a few seconds, a huge army of paper puppets appeared behind him.
When it comes to duels, he has never been afraid of someone else!
Of course, there is nothing you can do about stealth and sneak attacks. You are naturally afraid of this.
Although these paper figures were not particularly strong, they were very large in number and full of a sense of intimidation. For a time, Heavenly Court and Lingshan seemed to be the bullied party.
At least in quantity, that's the case.
"I'm facing you, you're attacking me secretly."
"Try to focus your fire and kill one of them first."
Mao Yongan glanced at the underworld boy and said.
The boy did not speak, but hid his body in the black air again.
The war is about to break out.
Seeing that Mao Yongan was not frightened and left, everyone frowned slightly.
"Amitabha."
"Today is the time for me, Canaan, to make contributions to Lingshan."
"The so-called sacrifice is not empty talk."
"Just let me go first."
The bald man who first surrendered, his eyes filled with faith-like fervor, whispered something, and then an ordinary Zen staff appeared in his hand and rushed towards Mao Yongan.
For a moment, even the twin girls were a little doubtful whether they had wrongly blamed him before.
He...maybe he really cares about Lingshan?
"Today, I, Lingshan Canaan, am willing to fight with you for the sake of all the people in the world!"
"Amitabha!"
Shouting the Buddha's name again, the bald head charged faster and faster with an aura of no hesitation.
Until the black air surges.
A livid, sharp claw suddenly appeared from the black air and grabbed his chest.
The next second, the bald man's eyes widened, and with a bit of unwillingness and anger, he finally fell to the ground helplessly.
"Ashamed...I am a Buddha!"
Even at the moment of death, he used all his strength to squeeze out a sentence, and then stopped breathing completely.
"Amitabha, may my brother be reborn in the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss soon."
The twin girls were startled.
He was so powerful, but he was instantly beaten, just like the guy named Cao Zhi outside the door. He was just trying to make fun of him.
But you have to do a good job in acting, after all, there are many other cannon fodder watching, so you can't appear too heartless.
"Today, it is not a spiritual treasure."
"Only to avenge my junior brother!"
"Buddha talks about cause and effect, so you should pay it back!"
But at least this guy named Canaan's death still had some value, and at least he was more confident when he took action.
"We in Heaven will help our allies in Lingshan!"
The young man with his eyes closed also did not miss this opportunity and said the same.
Then...
A group of cannon fodder rushed towards Mao Yongan and the place shrouded in black air.
"Do you really think I'm a Taoist?"
"Young master, I can even beat up Lao Lutou, so what's left of you?"
"A group of garbage!"
There was no fear on Mao Yongan's face. He taunted, then turned around and ran away: "Go up, go up, kill them!"
While running, he didn't forget to give orders to the paper figures.
The papermen charged stiffly and fought with the cannon fodder, their energy constantly fluctuating.
"run?"
"No one has ever been able to last a minute in my hands."
The third child of the trio sneered, took the wooden stick in his hand, passed the paper figures, and chased in the direction of Mao Yongan.
"Be careful."
The young man with his eyes closed crossed his arms and ordered.
"Don't worry, he's just a stinky Taoist priest. He can't run fast because of his weak physical condition."
The third child sneered disdainfully, and after the words fell, he had already rushed out of the distance.
But soon, Lao San's face gradually turned dark.
It's not that Mao Yong'an's attack was so fierce that he put himself in a dangerous situation, but... this guy is simply a rabbit, he runs too fast!
Damn...
There's no such thing as this!
He is obviously a Taoist priest, and his body is not particularly strong, but after attaching two talismans to his legs, his whole body is as light as a page of paper, moving with the wind, and his escape angle and route are particularly tricky.
When he finally found an opportunity to take action, a clumsy paper man would appear in front of him by chance.
To put it simply...slippery like a fish.
For a while, his mentality was seriously damaged. The most important thing was that he had already boasted about his awesomeness. He promised that no one could hold on to him for one minute. This guy had already walked himself like a dog for five minutes. .
But asking for help now is a bit embarrassing.
"You forced me!"
The third man gritted his teeth with an angry look on his face, his face turned red at this moment, and he spurted out a mouthful of blood. The blood condensed in the air and soon turned into a bloody wing, floating in the sky. own ribs.
In an instant, his speed surged again.
"Wow, you bitch runs too fast!"
"You have wings, why don't you fly?"
"Take a stick, what, is that thing in your crotch not enough to satisfy your wife?"
"Or are you saying you are incompetent?"
"No, no, no, you're blushing, I'm really right!"
In an instant, Mao Yongan also increased his speed and launched a verbal attack, constantly irritating Lao San who was chasing behind him.
…
"interesting."
In the distance, the middle-aged man drank the last sip of wine in the gourd and said with a chuckle when he saw this scene.
"Everything starts here, let everything end here."
"I'm so tired."
The middle-aged eyes fell on the body of the Mother of Yaochi in mid-air. His eyes were a little sparkling, and a tear slipped from the corner of his eye, leaving a tear trail on his face.
On the ground, the bald body that died early was still glaring angrily before death, and its eyes happened to fall on the middle-aged man.
