Chapter 676: I Am Desperate for This World Where People Talk About Human Nature Everywhere.

Young Master Phoenix Slayer has summoned the pharmacist and Jiang Ziyan, so he must escape! Kuangdao Sanlang secretly thought in his heart. Otherwise, when the pharmacist and Jiang Ziyan come over, he will be finished.

Therefore, Kuangdao Sanlang gritted his teeth and threw out his sword, preparing to use the sword to fly to escape. He no longer hoped for Venerable Bai's 'one-time flying sword'... Although he still had some methods, he could 100% anger Bai. His Holiness. But those methods are too extreme, and one might be destroyed by Senior Bai. The cost is too high and uneconomical.

He just likes to seek death, not that he wants to die!

What he wants is to work without dying!

Time was precious. Kuangdao Sanlang didn't even have time to take off his Taoist robe. He pinched a seal and the sword stopped steadily in the air. Sanlang himself jumped onto the sword.

The flying swords, flying knives or various flying magic weapons of the monks all come with invisible formations that cannot be seen by ordinary people. Once you start flying with a sword or sword, you will immediately enter stealth mode.

After Kuangdao Sanlang jumped onto the sword, he bowed his hands gracefully to the monks present and saluted: "Fellow Taoists, Lang has something to do, so go first! See you soon!"

It's not surprising that there are so many people, and he said goodbye to all the fellow Taoists before escaping, and secretly asked all the fellow Taoists to give him face and not to help the pharmacist chase him when the time comes.

After bidding farewell, Kuang Dao stepped on his foot three times: "Thirty-three styles of violent wind escape, violent escape!"

A green storm rolled up on Sanlang's knife. This green storm condensed and refused to disperse, making a roaring sound like a sports car slamming on the accelerator. This is to accumulate strength. Just wait for San Lang to get a seal, and the sword can take him to escape from this place at a furious speed.

"Fellow Taoist Sanlang, please stay!" At this time, Master Feng Slayer shouted.

Young Master Phoenix Slayer again? An uneasy feeling arose in Kuangdao Sanlang's heart - this guy informed the pharmacist and Jiang Ziyan, and he was still asked to stay at this time?

I really thought he was stupid. How could he stay at this time?

Sanlang stepped on the treasured sword, rode up the escape light, and flew towards the sky.

It was so fast that it broke the sound barrier as soon as it took off.

However, just as the three waves of the mad sword soared into the sky, suddenly, his figure suddenly froze! It seems to be pulled by something?

Then, he felt severe pain in his waist!

"Ah ah ah, my waist is about to break." Kuang Dao Sanlang gritted his teeth in pain. He looked down and found that a rope ring had appeared on his waist at some point.

Now, because of the super-fast speed of his sword, this rope ring tightened suddenly, and his waist was tightened into a small waist... It was so tight that he couldn't breathe.

Below, Mr. Phoenix Slayer shrugged: "That's why I told you, fellow Taoist Sanlang, to stay!"

"When? Mie Feng, when did you put the noose on me! Why didn't I notice it at all?" Three waves of the mad sword floated in mid-air, with sword energy erupting from his body, trying to cut off the rope ring.

Mr. Phoenix Slayer stretched out his hand and pushed up his glasses. The light of wisdom reflected on the lenses: "Haha, it's very simple, because I didn't put the noose on you."

"Who is that?" When the three waves of Crazy Saber struck the rope, it only cut off the surface of the rope and was unable to cut off the rope at all. He became more and more anxious.

"It's me." A man with a very hermit-like manner replied calmly.

The so-called small hermit is hidden in the wild, the middle hermit is hidden in the city, and the great hermit is hidden in the court. The man in front of you is a true hermit. He is the kind of person who is not easily found no matter where he hides.

It turned out to be him! No wonder, his magic weapon has the same 'hermit style' as himself, so San Lang was trapped by the rope and didn't even notice!

"Drunk Sun Lay Practitioner, why did you help Mie Feng catch me?" Kuang Dao Sanqiu asked. He had not offended Drunk Sun Lay Practitioner recently.

"Hehehe." The hermit man smiled gently: "Fellow Taoist Sanlang, you called me by the wrong name."

"Stop playing this joke at this time, okay? Only a ghost can remember your name! No matter you are awake, drunk, or drunk layman, let me go quickly. We have no grievances recently. ,

Don't hurt each other. "Crazy Sword Sanlang said anxiously.

time is life.

If this continues, Yao Shi and Jiang Ziyan will come over.

"I'm sorry, Fellow Taoist Sanlang. I used to owe Fellow Daoist Mie Feng a small favor... Now, he asked me to catch Fellow Taoist Sanlang. I thought about it and it would be good to repay that small favor." said the hermit man. He raised his three fingers and said, "However, I can give you three chances, fellow Taoist Sanlang. Just like last time, guess three times. If you guess my name within three times, I will let you go."

Kuangdao Sanlang burst into tears: "Damn it, it's you again, Mie Feng! I haven't offended you recently, have I?"

Mr. Phoenix Slayer pushed up his glasses: "Well, you didn't offend me."

"Why do we have to hurt each other? Why are we in such a hurry? The boat of friendship is precious, don't capsize it!" Kuang Dao Sanlang said.

Young Master Phoenix Slayer shrugged: "But I owed Senior Brother Yao a favor before. Now Senior Brother Yao asked me to keep you, so I will repay the favor to Senior Brother Yao."

Three Waves of Crazy Knife: "..."

Favor, favor again!

This society where favors are everywhere makes San Lang despair!

"The Drunken King, is he the Drunken King, right?" Kuangdao Sanlang had no choice but to put his hope in guessing the Taoist number - damn, I must find out the Drunken (?) Taoist number when I go back this time, and then memorize it ten times a day!

"Wrong, guess again." The hermit man smiled slightly.

"Drunk Emperor, you are right this time, right? Drunk Emperor!" Kuang Dao Sanlang said urgently, even flattering him a little.

"Well, this Taoist name is good. But unfortunately, it's still not." The hermit man continued to smile.

Crazy Blade Sanlang gritted his teeth and said: "Drunken Immortal, you must be right this time, right? The Immortal in Wine, Drunken Immortal Layman!"

From king to emperor, then to immortal... If this is not right, the three waves of Kuangdao can only choose the dog belt. Time was running out, and he didn't have time to think too much, so he could only rely on blindness.

"Drunken Immortal? It's a very artistic Taoist title, worthy of fellow Taoist Sanlang." The hermit man held the rope in his hand, suddenly his face turned serious, and he said hard: "But it's a pity that this layman is not called Zuixian!"

The rope was tightened again, and Sanlang's small waist was immediately tightened into a gourd waist.

"Don't strangle anymore, layman, don't strangle anymore, I'm going to die, I'm going to die." Kuangdao Sanlang felt that his waist had been strangled, it was so painful.

Moreover, he felt like stars were shining before his eyes.

At this moment, suddenly an idea flashed in his mind: "I remembered, layman, your name is 'When will the bright moon come'! When will the bright moon come, layman!"

"Idiot, that's my online name!" the hermit man said angrily, Madhu, drunken moon! I am layman Zuiyue!

I have obviously thought of the drunken sun, so why not guess the sun, stars, and moon all at once? Three chances - Guess it all over Drunken Sun, Drunken Star, and Drunken Moon, won't you guess it right?

These are all wrong guesses, San Lang must suffer death!

Master Zuiyue tightened the rope again!

"Ahhhhh." Sanlang's gourd waist was tightened into a wasp waist this time, which was terrifyingly sexy.

"Father, please stop strangling him! If you continue strangling him, someone will be killed." Crazy Swordsman Three Sisters said.

"Death early or late is a death. It would be better to die in my hands than to die in the hands of Fellow Taoist Medicine Master and Fellow Daoist Jiang Ziyan!" Zuiyue layman sneered.

Finally, the Three Waves of Crazy Saber could no longer even scream.

He felt like he was hallucinating before his eyes - that was his wild life!

Is it a revolving door before death?

Ah...my life has been filled with no regrets!

Song Shuhang looked in the air at the senior Kuangdao Sanlang who was being strangled around the waist and turned pale. After thinking about it, he clasped his hands together and began to recite the "Ksitigarbha Soul Crossing Sutra" silently.

Beside him, foreign monks also imitated his appearance, wore jade cassocks, and began to recite the Ksitigarbha Soul Sutra.

Immediately afterwards, Master Tongxuan also put his hands together. Although he did not make a sound, he was also reciting the scriptures silently.

Later, Monk Tunyun, a national first-level screenwriter, also joined in the chanting.

All four of them have the light of merit.

For a time, there were bursts of Sanskrit sounds on the scene, and the golden light of merit shone on the scene.

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I don’t know how long it took before the Three Waves of Mad Saber woke up again. The pain of his waist being almost severed reminded him that he was still alive.

"Hahahaha, I'm not dead yet." Three Waves of Crazy Blade laughed loudly. As long as I'm not dead, it's victory!

"Fellow Taoist Sanlang, please make the arc of your smile smaller. If the arc is too big, it won't look pretty." At this time, Jiang Ziyan's cold voice came.

Kuangdao Sanlang stiffened. He looked down and found Miss Jiang Ziyan squatting at his feet, tying his legs tightly with the rope provided by the 'drunken (?) layman'.

Then the pharmacist tied his arms above his head and tied them tightly behind his head.

In this way, the three waves are tied into a '1' shape.

The pharmacist said: "That's enough."

Jiang Ziyan replied: "Okay, dress him up more festively, then he can be lifted into the air and hung up."

"Well, it's about time that the effect of the medicine takes effect. I have never used this medicine on a monk, and I don't know how effective it will be. I am looking forward to it." The pharmacist smiled at Crazy Sword Three Waves. The current pharmacist is a real A warm man with a particularly gentle smile.

But Sanlang felt a chill coming from the soles of his feet to his forehead.

What medicine did the pharmacist feed him?

hang up? Festive? New drug?

What on earth do Yaoshi and Jiang Ziyan, a pair of beauties, want to do to him?

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On the other side, the Nine Netherworld, the Afterlife Mountain.

A total of six cave masters gathered together. Each of these cave masters of the seventy-seven caves in the "Afterlife Mountain" has the strength of a sixth-grade true king.

"The Dragon Cave Master hasn't shown up yet?"

"Have you arrived in China already?"

"No, if it is already in China, it will at least notify us, right?"

"Forget it, let's ignore him. Even if he is the initiator of this plan, if he doesn't show up when the time comes, we will act according to the plan ourselves."

"Agree!"

"Agree!" (To be continued.)u