This great sage is from the Yaksha tribe, with an old face and narrow eyes.
There are scars all over the body, giving people a harsh feeling.
He walked towards Zhang Ruochen.
Zhang Ruochen seemed to be petrified with fear, standing motionless.
The great sage of the Yaksha tribe showed a contemptuous smile and said: "Don't worry, I won't kill you."
He put one hand on Zhang Ruochen's shoulder, and powerful spiritual power poured into Zhang Ruochen's body. Phantom light appeared in his eyes, controlling Zhang Ruochen's consciousness: "From now on, I am the manager of this inn, and you are mine.
servant."
"Understood." Zhang Ruochen said.
The great sage of the Yasha clan nodded with satisfaction, took back his palm, looked up, and as if sensing something terrible, he quickly transformed into a fat middle-aged man in his fifties.
Zhang Ruochen followed him and entered the inn together.
The great sage of the Yaksha tribe really pretended to be the innkeeper, lighting a fire in the kitchen to cook, wiping the dust, and counting the accounts. Zhang Ruochen stood aside and did the work honestly.
It is the season when snow is flying all over the sky, and the world is completely white.
Four beautiful figures with fluttering colorful clothes found their way to this small town from the place where the great sage of the Yasha tribe fell.
All of them are beautiful and beautiful, with graceful figures, skin whiter than snow, and waists exposed in various colored gauze garments. They are flexible and sexy. Unfortunately, there are holy ways flowing around every body, which ordinary monks cannot see.
Find out their appearance and figure.
"It's right here, I can smell his remaining blood." A woman holding a pipa said.
The woman holding the flute said: "He is hiding among the mortals in this town. There are no more than twenty humans in the town. I can kill them all with just one flute sound. He is still alive.
Yes, it must be him."
"No."
The woman holding the pipa said solemnly: "The thief God has said that this planet hides a great secret. If he kills innocent people indiscriminately, he will probably encounter disaster. Let's go and take a look in the town. He can't hide it."
"
"Bang! Bang! Bang..."
In the inn, Zhang Ruochen was using a hammer to knock on the window shield to resist the fierce wind and snow.
The door was pushed open.
A whistling sound sounded.
Pieces of snowflakes, accompanied by the charming woman's fragrance, blew in from outside.
Four stunning women, all with good cultivation, are all strong among the great sages.
As soon as she walked in, the woman holding the flute released her Dao realm and enveloped the entire inn.
The powerful rules of the holy way spread invisibly to the ground, walls, roofs, windows, pillars... of the inn, turning the inn into a cage of heaven and earth.
Ordinary forces cannot cultivate four top great saints. Only a force with a certain reputation in the entire universe can do this.
When Zhang Ruochen saw the last woman holding the pipa and walked into the inn, he finally understood who they were.
Because he has seen this woman before.
The figure of the woman holding the flute is extremely beautiful, especially on her chest, as if there are two milky white bowls upside down, looming.
She had an unkind look in her eyes and walked under Zhang Ruochen and said, "Old man, you are so old, why are you still climbing so high? It's dangerous, what if you fall?"
Zhang Ruochen knew that she was doubting him.
Because the great sage of the Yaksha tribe deliberately stuck a drop of blood on his body.
The woman holding the flute pressed her hand on the wooden table under Zhang Ruochen, pushed it gently, and the wooden table moved sideways.
Zhang Ruochen was standing on a wooden table nailing windows. His old body and unstable center of gravity caused him to fall sideways, and he was about to fall to his death on the spot.
The woman holding the pipa stretched out a jade-white catkin and grabbed Zhang Ruochen's wrinkled wrist. At the same time, an invisible force fell on Zhang Ruochen, making him fall to the ground smoothly.
Her hands are soft and her fragrance is intoxicating.
"It's not him! Meng Sheng is very cunning. He deliberately sprinkled a drop of blood on him to confuse us." The woman holding the pipa said.
"Girls, do you want to stay in a hotel or dine in...you guys..."
The shopkeeper, who was in his fifties, walked out and saw four beautiful women standing in the lobby. For a moment, his face was dull.
An innkeeper in a small town suddenly saw four beauties in gorgeous clothes, with either their waists exposed or their legs exposed. How could he not be shocked?
Zhang Ruochen looked at the shopkeeper and was a little surprised to find that the great sage of the Yaksha tribe had also used some unknown methods. He had become a bit more sophisticated in hiding his methods.
From beginning to end, Zhang Ruochen never released his mental power.
Because, there is no need.
In his eyes, the great saint-level monks are no different from ordinary mortals, and he doesn't want to know what their intentions are.
The four women, each holding a musical instrument, smiled coquettishly and circled around the Yaksha Clan's great sage, sizing him up.
Obviously they had suspicions, but they were not sure.
The woman holding the flute was about to take action when a hearty laughter sounded outside: "I didn't expect that in such a remote place, I could meet the four owners of the Goddess Twelve Square."
A one-eyed old man in gray robe walked in from the door.
Zhang Ruochen, who was about to close the door, quickly stepped aside.
The one-eyed old man in gray robe was tall, about two meters tall. The two servants who followed him into the inn were even more tall, two and a half meters tall. The small inn seemed to be burst by them.
They exuded an overwhelming aura.
The faces of the four sexy beauties suddenly became extremely solemn.
Even the great sage of the Yaksha clan, who turned into the innkeeper, seemed to be frightened. Even though he was well hidden, there was still a trace of fear in the depths of his pupils.
How could they not be afraid?
The one-eyed old man in gray robe is a false god.
The one-eyed old man in gray robe always had a smile on his face and said: "I hurry up and hurry up, but I didn't expect that I was still a step too late. I almost let you, the goddess Twelve Squares, take the lead. What, have you found anyone?"
"How cunning is Meng Sheng? How can he be so easy to find?" said the woman holding the pipa.
The one-eyed old man in gray robe shook his head and said: "No one else can find it, but Lord Ye's tracking skills are top-notch among the gods, and his mental power has reached level 69. Even I am not as good as you, how could you possibly
Can’t find it? Could it be that Meng Sheng is hiding in this town, or in this inn?”
The one-eyed old man in gray robe looked back and forth between Zhang Ruochen and the fat shopkeeper, and he immediately noticed the drop of blood on Zhang Ruochen's body.
The woman holding the pipa said: "It's not him. The blood on his body is just a method used by Meng Sheng to confuse us. If I guessed correctly, Meng Sheng should have fled far away. Come on, follow me and continue chasing."
"
The fourth owner of the Goddess Twelve Buildings rushed out of the inn and flew away.
The one-eyed old man in gray robe was suspicious, but he felt that Ye Manman's analysis was reasonable. Meng Sheng left blood here just to confuse them and buy time for himself to escape. How could he still stay where he was?
Ye Manman was the former owner of the Ice King Goddess Building.
After the one-eyed gray-robed old man and the two servants left, a sarcastic smile appeared in the fat shopkeeper's eyes, and he said to himself: "We can't stay here anymore, they should react soon.
Come back here."
"Bang!"
The fat shopkeeper flicked his finger, and a beam of light flew out, shattering the white-haired Zhang Ruochen's body into a ball of bloody powder.
He stepped out of the inn and his body transformed into the original form of the Yasha clan.
But before it was too late to leave, a huge boulder like a hill fell from the sky.
"Boom."
The great sage of the Yaksha tribe was crushed into bloody mud by a boulder.
There are countless cracks in the ground around the boulder.
The whole town is sinking downwards and the houses are tilting.
"Click, click, click."
The boulder more than a hundred meters high moved, and the body shrank, turning into a human man with stone skin. He stepped on the bloody Yaksha tribe's great sage and sneered: "You can deceive them, but you deceived them."
Can’t reach me.”
Zhang Ruochen sat on a chair in the inn and sighed in his heart: "The Yaksha Clan, the Twelve Goddess, the Dark Temple, and now the Supreme Sage of the Stone Clan has also appeared! A sixth-level planet has attracted so many masters,
It doesn’t look like a coincidence!”
Just now, what the Great Sage of the Yaksha Tribe crushed with one finger was just Zhang Ruochen's phantom.
"The trees want to be quiet, but the wind doesn't stop."
Zhang Ruochen had no interest in what they were fighting for. He didn't look outside, his eyes were lowered, and his face was full of helplessness. In his ears, Ye Manman's voice came back: "That thing on Meng Sheng's body, our goddess ten
The second shop is about to be booked!”
A fight broke out outside.
However, Ye Manman and the Great Sage of the Stone Tribe both released their Dao Domains, and the aftermath of the battle did not spread to the small town.
Other great saints arrived, and more and more monks were fighting.
Soon there were several corpses of great saints on the ground. The strange thing was that they all only dared to fight in the Tao realm. There were even spiritual great saints who used formations to protect the mortals in the town.
"Haha, Master Ye is really smart. He actually deceived me. Unfortunately, there are too many monks who covet that thing. In the end, you still have nothing to gain." The laughter of the one-eyed old man in gray robe came from far and near.
The three owners of the Goddess Twelve Square rushed back and gathered with Ye Manman.
They were responsible for luring away the one-eyed old man in gray robe. Unfortunately, the battle broke out here and the fluctuations spread quickly, making it impossible to hide even if they wanted to.
The one-eyed old man in gray robe released his divine power and suppressed all the fighting great sages until they could no longer take action.
He said: "Hand over that thing and everyone will be happy today. Otherwise, I can only search for souls one by one. You know the price of searching for souls."
The voice of the Great Sage of the Stone Tribe rang out, saying: "If you get that thing, you will definitely kill all of us and silence us. Don't believe his words. Let's take action together and deal with it first... ah..."
The Great Sage of the Stone Clan screamed.
The one-eyed old man in gray robe grabbed him from the air, and the dark power erupted from his palm, crushing it into white lime. He sighed: "It's not on him. So, whose place is it?"
Next, there were screams one after another outside.
These great saints, let alone Yuanhui-level representatives, are not even at the peak of demigods. Even if they attack together, they are no match for the pseudo-gods.