Two monks?

How can anyone practice Buddhism in this underworld?

Moreover, I clearly felt that these two monks were not souls, but physical.

What does it mean?

It means they came from outside, just like me.

What force is coming from outside so fiercely? He dares to chase Meng Po’s slaves?

The two monks paused for a moment and quickly chased forward.

After the aura of the two men completely disappeared, Bai Jingjing and others dared to move.

Don't talk nonsense, run away first.

Walking invisible, the group flew to the opposite direction in the monk's direction and flew away.

We found a safe cave, and Bai Jingjing laid countless barriers layer by layer. I used the hidden breathing method to change the breath of our few.

After everything was done, I released Meng Po’s servant from the map of mountains and rivers.

He was incredibly injured.

If you want to save him, it is not possible to rely solely on the energy of creation. Even Bai Jingjing's energy of creation is very difficult. You must use the true energy of creation.

What is true energy?

This thing can be less if you use one point. If you use it too much, it will even damage the foundation and reduce your cultivation.

But, I have something to ask for him now.

I also pointed at this person and found Meng Po, and even expected him to plead in front of Meng Po and help me ask for a bowl of Meng Po soup.

Although I know that this possibility is very small, I have no choice.

I gritted my teeth and forced a drop of the blood essence of fortune into his mouth. Bai Jingjing cooperated, and the vitality of fortune was continuously imported into his body.

Time passed minute by minute.

One stick of incense, two sticks of incense, three hours, five hours, one day, three days...

Three days.

Three days later, Meng Po's servant woke up slowly.

He opened his eyes and glanced at Bai Jingjing and me. A greedy light burst out from his white eyes like a dead fish.

He shouted excitedly: "Creation Yuan Qi? Good! It's really good! Hurry up! Give me your blood Yuan! Sacrifice you, not only will I be able to heal my injuries, but I can also break through to the peak of the Immortal King in one fell swoop. Hahaha... God helps me! It's God helping me!"

Bai Jingjing and I looked at each other and frowned.

Bai Jingjing stopped her hand and snorted coldly.

Meng Po's servant was stunned and turned dark: "Hey, what do you mean? I am the most loyal servant around Meng Po. The Lord Meng Po I serve is a disciple of heaven. Your sacrifice to save me is a great merit, and it is the most glorious and proud thing in heaven and earth. Don't you want to?"

Bai Jingjing had murderous aura faintly appeared on her body. She gritted her teeth and said, "Huangquan, hurry up! Hug me! I can't help it!"

I felt nervous and hurriedly shouted to Xiao Qiao and Yu'er: "Pull Bai Jingjing aside."

The two girls hugged Bai Jingjing's arms and went to the distance.

The slave Meng Po was furious, with a dark face, gritted his teeth, and almost roared: "It's reverse! It's simply a rebellious! I am a slave under Meng Po. What I said is a trash-like true immortal, but he dares not to obey. Do you die for me? Do you understand this? Is this your lifelong pride?"

I was very unhappy. The origin of killing was about to move and could hardly control it.

Is this Shabi?

There are all kinds of weird things every year. The one I met today will definitely be able to pass five levels and defeat six generals and win the championship in one fell swoop.

Spicy next door...

If it weren't for me and Bai Jingjing, he would have been scattered long ago.

In order to save him, Bai Jingjing and I were so tired that we fought in bed for three days and three nights.

OK... He is awake. Anyone who is a normal person must have a word of thanks. He just wants us to give all our blood energy for him, and even sacrifice ourselves.

I still had the last glimmer of hope in my heart, and I squeezed out a smile on my face and said, "Sir..."

Who would have thought that this respectful "Sir" could also ignite the anger in his heart.

He glared and almost roared: "Shut up! You are not even a true immortal, and you are worthy of calling me lord? You want to call me gods, and when you call me gods, you have to take a shower and change clothes, bow three times and nine times, worship devoutly, and…"

"I want you to be paralyzed!"

I was angry and slapped him in the face.

A crisp sound made this guy stunned.

I cursed with a dark face, "You are a fairy, your grandma is a bear... You are such a fucking slave, do you really think you are a scallion?"

Meng Po's servant was stunned for three seconds and was furious.

He gritted his teeth, his eyes were extremely cold, and he said word by word: "Trunk! You trash, you dare to slap me in the face. If you humiliate me today, you are humiliating Meng Po. Humiliation Meng Po is humiliating God! I am the evil god in the late Immortal King, and I am the beggar on earth, and I am the supreme emperor of the Nine Five. You and I are in heaven and earth, one is extremely respectful and the other is extremely humble. Today, you have the opportunity to pay attention to my appearance. They are all blessings cultivated for eight hundred lifetimes. This is your honor. Do you understand? Even if I want to kill you, it is your honor... Ah... Stop! Do you still dare to do it? Ah... Ah... No slap in the face... Ah... My nose... Ah... Ah..."

Three minutes.

I swung my fist round, punching a hundred punches in one second, 18,000 punches in three minutes, and a lot of punches. I beat his head flat and then beat him round again.

Bai Jingjing could not help it anymore, rolled up her sleeves and rushed up, shouting: "Go aside, let me enjoy my pleasure! I haven't beaten the Immortal King yet."

Bang bang bang bang...

After kicking one after another for ten minutes, Bai Jingjing kicked Meng Po’s servant so much that no one seemed to be. Then she pinched her waist and let out a breath of anger, almost holding a cigarette to show off.

Meng Po’s slave finally became honest.

He shrank, curled up in a ball, his nose was blue and swollen, and looked at Bai Jingjing and me pitifully, his eyes full of hatred and fear.

Bai Jingjing said, "Come on, call me aunt."

Meng Po's servant gritted his teeth and said, "You dare to beat Meng Po's servant. Even if the Ten Palaces of Hell arrive, you will not dare to treat me like this..."

I sneered, and a piece of fragment appeared in my hand. It was the fragment of the magic sword that originally belonged to me that I snatched from Lei Ling's hand.

I squinted my eyes with a smile and slowly walked towards Meng Po's servant.

The slave was not convinced and shouted, "Bold! What you are doing now is useless. You know nothing about the strength of the Immortal King. A half-immortal, a true immortal, you can only humiliate me when my strength is extremely weak. However, you will never hurt me, you will really hurt me...ah..."

Before he finished speaking, he screamed in terrible pain.

The fragments in my hand directly split the slave in half. Just kidding, this fragment was transformed by my magic sword in the past. Lei Ling held it in his hand. With the murderous aura in it, he could instantly kill the Daluo Golden Immortal at his peak.

Yes, he is the Immortal King, but when he is seriously injured and has lost all his cultivation, how can he resist the fragments of the Demon Sword?
Chapter completed!