There is a trick

Chapter 104: Two Generals Died Unexpectedly! (2/2)

The monk with pockmarked face and red robe stood in the crowd with his hands clasped together.

The blood vessels of the many lion children around them bulged, and in an instant, all the blood burst into mist and gathered towards the pockmarked monk!

No lion boy is spared!
The blood flowed in the air and formed ribbons that swayed around the pockmarked monk, making the monk's robes look even more brilliantly red.

The place where the pockmarked monk was standing seemed to have become the center of a huge explosion.

The blood mist burst out of the surrounding lion boys one after another, and with the pockmarked monk as the center, they collapsed outwards in circles like cut wheat!

When Zhou Chang saw this scene, his heart suddenly turned cold!

This group of secret monks knew what the "correct answer" was from the very beginning.

All the plans he and Yizhuang made were completely useless!
Xielong Temple knew from the beginning which coffin contained the 'corpse of the devil' - the pockmarked monk was now standing directly next to that coffin. The 'lion meeting' that people had worked so hard to rehearse seemed to be an extremely poor performance in the eyes of a few monks!

It was even more impossible for Zhou Chang to take back the coffin containing the corpse under the guard of several monks from the Xielong Temple!
His plan began to fall apart from this moment...

Great despair filled Zhou Chang's chest.

He watched the pockmarked monk walk towards the fleeing black lion, his mind still wavering.

"Brother!"

At this time, Moltke, covered in purple corpse hair, suddenly ran out of the crowd and took the initiative to throw himself towards the black lion controlled by Yang Xifeng - that place was already the most dangerous place at this time, but Moltke took the initiative to throw himself there!

Zhou Chang's pupils shrank!
He suddenly took a deep breath, stretched out his hand and pressed Moltke's shoulder, stopping him: "If you rush forward like this, you will definitely be sucked dry of blood by that monk!"

"It doesn't matter!"

"..." Zhou Chang looked at Mao Qi's face, whose expression could not be seen clearly under the corpse hair. He was silent for a moment, then said, "Since life and death don't matter, you must listen to me!
Those monks from Xielong Temple had no intention of letting anyone present go!

A wolf in front and a tiger in the back!

If you act blindly like this, you will inevitably be killed by those secret monks!

Even if it’s Boss Yang!
I have a solution - listen to me and you will survive!
Everyone can live!"

In fact, Zhou Chang didn't have any so-called method to keep everyone alive. What he said now was just to stabilize everyone's position.

When Mao Qi heard what Zhou Chang said, the hair on his face trembled slightly. He was silent for a moment, but finally stopped and did not move forward blindly.

The lion boys present today had no Tai lions to protect them. Anyone who got close to the pockmarked monk would have their blood burst from their veins, and the blood was sucked dry by the monk. Only a dozen Tai lions could still flee in all directions!
"What should we do?" Wang Tiexiong led a group of caravan brothers to gather together. His face was grim. He never expected that this group of monks from Xielong Temple were so terrifying!
Even though he often sold goods to the Secret Treasure Area, he rarely saw a Secret Treasure Monk with such treacherous and terrifying methods!
"There's no way they'll let us take the corpse away..."

Zhou Chang was still breathing in, as if he wanted to use the bloody smell in the air to relieve the depression in his chest: "We can't take the corpse away, but we can let it out - there is no other way, we can only take a gamble!
Let's see if releasing the corpse from the coffin can distract these monks a little and divert their attention from the murder!"

"it is good!"

Everyone nodded!

They didn't have much room to think at the moment.

There were only two monks, but they surrounded almost everyone around.

Every moment of hesitation they take now will bring them one step closer to death!
Therefore, as soon as Zhou Chang proposed the plan, everyone present nodded and agreed!

"I'll divert the attention of that pockmarked monk." Yang Rui took the initiative to speak.

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Chang looked at him, wanting to say something but stopping himself.

Yang Rui shook his head and smiled, saying: "Don't worry, I know my limits.

My 'immortal body' is not a useless technique, I am confident that I can still confuse that pockmarked monk for a few breaths."

"Leave the short monk at the back to us brothers." Wang Tiexiong took out a stack of talismans and distributed them to his many caravan brothers. He pasted several talismans on the box gun in his hand, and even pasted several talismans on his body. "I will definitely help you hold back the short monk and hold up the place!"

When the caravan members saw Wang Guotou sticking the talisman on his body, they followed suit and stuck yellow talisman paper on their bodies.

Zhou Chang's face was as solemn as iron.

He knew those yellow talismans.

According to Qian Zhou, this kind of talisman can bless weapons with the "God of Fire".

The so-called "fire god" is probably things like fire and fire evil.

Now that Wang Tiexiong and others stick talismans on their bodies, it is actually equivalent to tying explosives to themselves.

Wang Tiexiong patted Zhou Chang on the shoulder, and with a group of caravan brothers, he hurriedly walked past Zhou Chang and greeted the short monk who was strolling in the distance: "We who travel around the world understand the meaning of the four words 'live towards death' best!
If you want to live now, you can’t cherish your life!
The group just now - look at those who cherished their lives, they died one by one first!
Get to work!
I'll leave it to you to release the corpse!"

Wang Tiexiong's words were still ringing in Zhou Chang's ears, and the figures of the caravan had already run away. Zhou Chang did not look back, but only heard the rumbling sound of cannons exploding behind him!

Yang Rui's body was covered with colorful hair, and at the same time he took a step forward, passing through the shriveled corpses on the ground and running towards the pockmarked monk!

His figure was like a yellow fox standing up.

"Do I look like Xian'er to you?"

A sharp questioning voice came out from Yang Rui's mouth. The pockmarked monk who had his back to him turned around and looked at Yang Rui, who was covered in fox fur, with great interest.

The pockmarked monk did not respond to Yang Rui's question, but just took a deep breath towards Yang Rui: "Hiss——"

Yang Rui's figure suddenly exploded like a bubble!
Fox hair is flying all over the sky!

When Zhou Chang saw this scene, his heart suddenly twitched!
But he reacted immediately!
Uncle Yang’s blood was not sucked away by the pockmarked monk!

So what the pockmarked monk broke through at that moment was just an illusion.

Zhou Chang forced himself to look away, reached out and grabbed Bai Xiu'e's hand. He stared at the coffin in the distance and said hurriedly, "Miss Bai, please give me a hand!"

"it is good……"

Layers of responses came from beside Zhou Chang.

Zhou Chang turned his head and glanced at Zhou Sanji, and said with his lips trembling, "Grandpa, you have to be careful!"

"Don't worry about me!"

"Grandpa still has some strength, I will definitely tie it up for you!"

"Grandpa will back you up. If you can't do this, I will do it for you!"

The paint stripes on Zhou Sanji's face became brighter and brighter.

Zhou Chang saw the three fires jumping above his head and shoulders.

In the three fires, the faces of the two generals who died unjustly were vaguely visible.

Grandpa is already the medium of two secular gods.

"it is good."

Zhou Chang smiled and said nothing more.

He grabbed Bai Xiu'e, turned around and ran towards the coffin lying among the corpses on the ground. The black wires in his hands quickly peeled off their black skin and turned into silver threads, which turned into streams of water, rolling towards the black coffin in the distance!
At this moment!

The short monk's figure crossed hundreds of steps in an instant, and the facial features on his face turned into golden lips again!

Lips suddenly opened and chanted the Black God of Wealth seed word: "La!"

As soon as he recited a word, Zhou Chang suddenly felt a splitting headache!

A crack in the shape of a swastika suddenly appeared on his scalp!
But his blood, flesh, and internal organs did not flow out from the crack!
——This skin of his is the root of his terrifying nature. At the core of this skin is his real body—the lotus embryo!
As the medium of the God of Wealth, the short monk transformed himself into the 'Mouth of the Black God of Wealth', able to devour the flesh and blood and souls of all humans. However, Zhou Chang's body was no longer human flesh and blood, but actually the substance of grass and lotus roots!

The mouth of the Black God of Wealth does not eat grass!
"Hoohoo!"

At the same time, a golden human skin flew over from the sky!

The hollow eyes, ears, mouth and nose of the 'Yellow God of Wealth's Skin' generated an infinite suction force, which once again swept Zhou Chang towards it!

"Whoa, whoa--"

At this moment, a theatrical howl suddenly rang out from the corpses on the ground below!
In the two fires on Zhou Sanji's shoulders, the faces of the two generals who died suddenly and unjustly suddenly rushed out. The two gods opened their bloody mouths and bit Zhou Sanji's shoulders.

The facial makeup of the two gods melted like grease, and Zhou Sanji's entire body turned into the mottled color of the clay statue!

From the countless corpses around, the aura of the three colors of black, white and red rushed out and all flew into Zhou Sanji's clay body!

As a result, Zhou Sanji's body continued to rise higher and higher, swelled up against the wind, and in an instant it was more than ten feet high!
The clay figure blocked the two monks. As soon as he raised his hand, the aura of unjust death gathered in his hand and turned into a bloody guillotine.

With his other hand, he grabbed the skin of the Yellow God of Wealth and put it under the guillotine!
"Urgently reincarnate! Urgently reincarnate!"

Zhou Sanji let out a sharp cry, and the guillotine fell suddenly!

The skin and body of Yellow Jambhala were cut into two pieces!
The two halves of the shell fell to the ground, and then suddenly merged into one!

The skin of the Yellow God of Wealth is completely intact!
"Heretic! Heretic! Heretic!"

The skin of the Yellow God of Wealth changed into the appearance of a yellow-faced monk. He looked at the clay statue wielding a guillotine and his face became ferocious!
(End of this chapter)