The black shadow that stirred up the whirlpool lay across the lake. At a rough glance, it was ten feet in size. For ordinary people, it was already a huge thing. "The dragon is screaming again!" "Ask the witch spirit to appear holy!" "The Ming Jiao has attacked the town three times this month. Why is it here again..." The people beside the altar did not flee in all directions. Although they were all very frightened, they all knelt beside the altar and prayed more and more devoutly. The luster of the witch spirit statue seemed to become more and more enchanting. Huang Donglai did not retreat behind the crowd this time, but stood beside Li Mo. Murong Xiao looked at the lake with curiosity. He had not seen other singing dragons yet. Li Mo, on the other hand, stared at the lake with squinted eyes and a divine eye of destiny. "Ah sneeze!"
A roaring dragon piercing the cracked gold stone...a roar? Anyway, the sky was getting a bit gloomier again, and it seemed like it was going to rain. Then I saw a huge singing dragon sticking its head out from the lake. The appearance is 80% similar to the Mingjiao transformed by Li Mo, but it is different in subtle ways. The biggest difference is that it does not have a prominent head and horns. [Name: Wu Dameng] 【Age: 48】 [Gen Gu: Mixed blood of Ming Jiao and Earth Dragon. 】 [Realm: Peak of Seventh Grade. 】 [Destiny: Blue] [Evaluation: That night, both Mingjiao and Dilong drank too much. 】 [Recent encounter: reached an agreement with a town priest, often harassing the town to eat and drink. 】 "?" The information displayed by the Divine Eye of Destiny was different from what Li Mo imagined. then. He glanced at the terrified people again, who looked increasingly pious. "I didn't expect it! Uncle, I'm back again!" The Ming Jiao Wu Dameng was actually uttering human words, and his voice was as ugly as fingernails scratching a blackboard. At this time, the high priest wearing a bronze mask on the altar also jumped up in the air, walked on the waves on the water, and rushed towards the Mingjiao. A faint shadow appeared behind him, which was exactly the same as the bronze statue of the Witch Spirit.
The two sides started fighting on the lake. It seems that he got help from the shaman spirit in the dark. He, who is obviously weaker, is actually inextricably linked with the Ming Jiao. The difference in body shape between the two sides brought a great visual impact. The expressions of the people became more and more pious, as if a drowning man had grasped a life-saving straw. "This shouldn't be the case." Huang Donglai felt strange: "That Mingjiao is obviously much better." "Invading the village, but it is my tribe... No, I am human..." Murong Xiao clenched his fists, his expression flashing with fierce struggle. He knew something was wrong with him. It was even more serious than the last time he was in Shenfeng Cave. Even if he silently recited Buddhist scriptures in his heart, it didn't work. Suddenly. His arms felt warm. Murong Xiao opened his eyes in a daze, only to see a string of relics that were as white as jade and emitted the light of Buddha. [Congratulations to the host for successfully investing in Murong Xiao to help him suppress the power of blood in his body. 】 [Investment feedback: Nine Dragons Lidan. 】 Now is not the time to count the rewards. Li Mo looked at Murong Xiao with a smile: "Brother Murong, I'm going to teach your tribe a lesson." "In broad daylight, everything is clear!" Murong Xiao held the relic in his arms and looked more and more majestic: "I also want to help Brother Li clean up the house!" "...You'd better rest." Shake his head. Li Mo shouted amidst everyone's exclamations: "Brother Huang!" "Got it, combo skills!" Huang Donglai thought this combination of skills was strange at first. But when he thought of the heavenly materials and magical elixirs that Brother Li had given him, he felt that this was very reasonable.
then. In the midst of countless gazes, the two people soared into the sky. 仌! ah? Countless people in the venue became confused and even forgot to pay homage to the witch spirit. On the battlefield on the lake, water vapor is steaming and wind and thunder are rolling. One person and one dragon seem to be fighting fiercely, but in fact, the thunder is loud and the rain is small. "Is it almost done?" Wu Dameng whipped his tail and hit the priest, causing a large splash of water. He thought to himself that he was really powerful, and with just a few moves, these mortals were scared to death. The priest had to give him an extra cow to beat his teeth as a sacrifice. That's right. As long as he cooperates with the priest's performance and pretends to be helpless, someone will bring him cattle and sheep afterwards. These ordinary people are so skinny that they have less than two ounces of meat. Life is so bitter, and the taste is definitely not that good. How can cattle and sheep be as delicious? Suddenly, it saw something not far away. "???" Wu Dameng's huge figure paused for a moment: "This is different from the agreement. We agreed on one person, why did we add someone in the middle?" "If there are three of us, we'll have to pay extra!" "Um?" The priest looked back, as if he had seen a ghost. 仌! "Don't leave, monster!" Li Mo raised the gleaming hammer in his hand, like a god descending to earth. "Hey, this new guy has pretty good acting skills." Wu Dameng thought so in his heart, so he cooperated with the performance, and then he also bumped towards the young man. The two sides are close. He realized something was wrong.
The lake water seemed to have turned into solid iron, and suddenly it could no longer swim, and its movements also slowed down. In eyes. The hammer whistling in the strong wind was getting closer and closer. Li Mo flew down from the sky, and a Fengbo style smashed down. duang~~~ The hammer fell heavily on Wu Dameng's head, and the force was transmitted from his body to the lake surface, exploding water all over the sky. If Wu Dameng's body was not strong, and if Li Mo did not use all his strength. This hammer would have straightened it. At this moment, in the eyes of countless people, classmate Li was like a god. "Did the Ming Jiao die by this warrior?" "Which witch spirit does he believe in? It's more powerful than our priest!" "Could he be a witch spirit who appeared and walked in the world?" At this time, Li Mo's voice came from the lakeside: "There will be no more Ming Jiaos causing trouble in the future, everyone get up." As soon as the voice fell. The figure lifted the body of Ming Jiao and floated away. The crowd was confused for a moment. This witch spirit did not leave his name, so how could they worship him in the future? ....... "Who are you?" "I don't want more money, let's talk it over." Wu Dameng never dreamed that after so many plays, this time it was actually for real. This is too unethical! "Why do you want to attack villages and towns?" Murong Xiao asked seriously. "I need to eat..." Wu Dameng asked cautiously after he finished speaking: "May I ask you, heroes, what do you want to do?" "It's not a big deal."
Li Mo coughed lightly, and he decided to calm the Ming Jiao's emotions first: "Are you asking Barbie to pinch the cow?" "?" The Ming Jiao was quiet all of a sudden, with a question mark on his huge head. Are you polite? He couldn't agree to such an outrageous thing!
