Chapter 340 Now that We Are Here, We Must Worship the God of Wealth!

Because we don't know where Lv Zhuzhu is, we can only hope that she can find a safe hiding place.

Zheng Yu is very curious about Lv Zhuzhu's profession.

There is actually a profession that can control luck.

It's just a pity that this profession seems to have weak combat ability. It should be a special tool profession.

"Fat monk..."

Zheng Yu thought about Lv Zhuzhu's description, and looked at the two monks kneeling in front of the God of Wealth Hall.

Finally, he looked at the God of Wealth in the main hall.

The God of Wealth is in charge of wealth in Buddhism.

On the right is the God of Wealth, also known as Zhao Gongming, who rides a black tiger.

On the left are the five gods of wealth in Tibetan Buddhism, with the Yellow God of Wealth as the main one, and the White God of Wealth, the Green God of Wealth, the Red God of Wealth, and the Black God of Wealth on both sides.

A whole hall of gods of wealth!

The God of Wealth Hall has the most ash, and the threshold has been stepped on to make a dent, which shows how full the incense of the God of Wealth Hall was and how popular it was.

"Since I'm here now."

"Should I worship him?"

Zheng Yu rubbed his hands. Although he had no shortage of money or resources, who could dislike having little money?

God of Wealth, must be worshipped!

Zheng Yu skipped over Bodhisattva, Buddha, Maitreya, Arhat, etc., but this God of Wealth...cannot be missed.

Zheng Yu took two steps at a time and stepped into the God of Wealth Hall.

Roar——

The statue of the God of Wealth in the center emitted a series of low roars, but as the monk lit a stick of incense, the roars instantly subsided.

"Thank you."

Zheng Yu said politely to the monk.

The monks sitting in the God of Wealth Hall were the same as the monks in the Guanyin Hall before, both in pairs, one dead and one alive.

The living one had blood all over his face, and there were a lot of dried blood on his robes.

It's just that the monks in the God of Wealth Hall looked older, probably around 60 years old or older.

"Donor, please leave quickly after worshipping, there is not much incense left here."

"Understood."

Zheng Yu perfunctorily said.

Then he worshipped all the gods of wealth in the God of Wealth Temple.

"Done."

Although Zheng Yu never believed in superstition, after worshipping the God of Wealth, he had a premonition that he would make a fortune in this abyss.

Just as Zheng Yu was about to leave to find Zhang Mu in the Maitreya Temple, a sound of breaking air came from behind him.

Accompanied by a burst of wild laughter.

"Hahaha, I found a good prey!"

"Summoners actually dare to come to participate in the awakening abyss. In this case, I will not be polite!"

"Your killing points, I will accept it!"

Zheng Yu: "..."

To be honest, Zheng Yu was a little uncomfortable. He hadn't heard anyone mocking summoners for a long time. What was going on with this feeling of heat?

The professional who suddenly appeared in the God of Wealth Temple was blocked by the black fog of the King of Hell. At this time, he didn't feel anything wrong.

The warrior looked at the black fog in front of him and smiled easily: "There is something. No wonder a summoner dares to enter the battle royale type awakening abyss."

"But unfortunately, you met me!"

Zheng Yu: "..."

Such familiar cannon fodder remarks.

In the past six months in the Skeleton Wasteland Abyss, I have been lacking this kind of fun, and now I finally found it.

I'm back, all of them are back.

"King of Hell, go show him the world."

As Zheng Yu's order fell.

The King of Hell slowly walked out of the black fog.

The smile on the warrior's face suddenly solidified, and a great pressure swept over his whole body. The King of Hell held a sickle and looked at him indifferently.

The King of Hell's eyes not only showed indifference to life, but also full of pity.

That's right.

A very contradictory feeling.

Ignoring life, but pitying all living things.

He has never felt this kind of pressure, even when facing the strong in his own world, he has never felt this way.

"Impossible..."

Because of the huge disparity in strength, he even thought, "This should be an illusion, this can't be true, how can a level 50 professional, even a summoner, have such an oppressive force?"

Once this idea appears.

It is deeply rooted.

It is even very self-deceptive.

"You can't be so strong, you can fool others, but not me!"

"It must be an illusion!"

"Bloody fury!"

The warrior instantly burst out with a powerful momentum, blood-red tattoos appeared on his body, and the area around his eyes was even more blood-red.

Zheng Yu felt a strange attraction, and his blood was churning, as if it was about to be sucked out.

It was just that after the appearance of the Queen of the Psionic Butterfly, this state was blocked.

The 8th-level Void Spirit Mother can not only help Zheng Yu share the damage, but also pull the target into the same void state as her.

In the void state, you can be immune to this range-like blood-sucking damage for a short time.

But the monk sitting there is not so lucky.

The blood gradually floated into the air along the monk's head, and then absorbed into the warrior's body, making the warrior's strength rise steadily.

Not to mention, this warrior is quite powerful, no wonder he is so confident.

But as the blood is absorbed, the warrior will generally reduce his rationality and lose some judgment ability when he is furious.

A typical violent warrior.

Even facing the King of Hell who has already wielded his sickle, he has forgotten his fear and rushed forward with violent power.

Boom!

The warrior used the effect of blood absorption to explode with a huge ejection force under his feet.

The King of Hell swung his sickle.

Swish——

With one slash, he actually broke through the warrior's defense, and a wound more than ten centimeters long tore open on the warrior's chest.

But not a drop of blood was lost.

All was sucked back by the warrior.

The life-and-death fighting style is a headache for the violent warrior. Abandoning defense, getting high recovery, and going crazy without regard for life.

But this fighting style can only be effective against enemies of the same level.

Facing the King of Hell with overwhelming strength, it is not a problem at all.

Swish——

Another slash.

"Guilty!"

The King of Hell slashed down the sickle of punishment, and the black sickle cut a crack in the space.

The violent warrior did not defend, and he could not defend, because the speed at which the King of Hell dropped the sickle was too fast.

The sickle drew a black crescent.

The sickle passed through the warrior's blood shield, through the defensive equipment, through the blocking weapons, and finally through the shoulders, chest, waist...

He was seen in half from an angle.

Half of his body fell to the ground.

It turned into a cross.

At the same time when the warrior's resurrection cross was activated, three professionals rushed out from the direction of Guanyin Temple.

One of them was wrapped in rock armor. Seeing his teammate who exploded the resurrection cross, he roared with a ferocious face:

"Stop!"

It was a monk.

Because these two words are completely a skill.

Lion Roar!

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