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 stood motionless as if petrified by fright.
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 Yaksha tribe nodded with satisfaction, took back his palm, and looked up. As if he sensed 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 tallying the accounts. Zhang Ruochen was on the side, doing his job honestly.
It is the season when snow is flying all over the sky, and the world is completely white.
???????Four beautiful figures in colorful clothes have found this town from the place where the Yaksha clan's great sage fell.
??????????????????????????????????????????They are all beautiful and graceful, with skin whiter than snow, their waists are exposed outside various colored gauze clothes, they are flexible and sexy. pity. The holy path flows regularly around every body, and ordinary monks cannot see their appearance and figure clearly.
"It's right here, I smell the remaining blood in him." 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 in her hand said solemnly: "The thief God has said that this planet hides a great secret. If we kill innocent people indiscriminately, we may encounter disaster. Let's go into the town and take a look. 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.
The roar sounded.
Pieces of snowflakes, accompanied by the charming woman's fragrance, blew in from the outside.
????????????????????????????????????????????????????: All of them have good cultivation, and they are all strong among the great sages.
As soon as he 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 it.
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 walked up to 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 out laterally.
Zhang Ruochen was standing on the wooden table nailing the windows. His old body had an unstable center of gravity and he fell sideways. 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 inyou"
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??The strange thing is that they only dare to fight in the Dao realm. There is even a spiritual sage who uses 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. After all, you still end up with nothing." The laughter of the one-eyed old man in gray robe came from far and near.
The three owners of 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 into the palm of his hand, and the dark power burst out from his palm, crushing him into white lime. He sighed: "It's not on him. So, whose place is it?"
Next, screams sounded 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.
They can only be massacred. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com