This great saint is from the Yasha tribe, with an old face and narrow eyes.

He was covered with scars, giving people a sense of ruthlessness.

He walked towards Zhang Ruochen.

Zhang Ruochen stood still as if he was frightened and petrified.

The great saint of Yasha clan showed a contemptuous smile and said, "Don't worry, I won't kill you."

One of his hands was placed on Zhang Ruochen's shoulder, and a powerful mental power surged into Zhang Ruochen's body, and a illusion light appeared in his eyes, controlling Zhang Ruochen's consciousness: "From now on, I am the shopkeeper of this inn, you are my servant."

"I understand." Zhang Ruochen said.

The great saint of Yasha clan nodded with satisfaction, withdrew his palm, looked up, as if he had sensed something terrible, and quickly transformed himself into a slightly fat middle-aged man in his fifties.

Zhang Ruochen followed him and entered the inn together.

The great saint of the Yaksha clan really pretended to be the inn shopkeeper, making fire in the kitchen, wiping the dust, and counting the accounts. Zhang Ruochen was beside him and started honestly.

It is the time when snow is flying all over the sky, and the world is covered in white.

Four beautiful figures with colorful clothes have been finding this small town from the previous fall of the Great Sage of the Yasha clan.

They are all beautiful and beautiful, with graceful figures, whiter skin than snow, and their waists are exposed outside of various gauze dresses, flexible and sexy. Unfortunately, there is a rule of holy Tao around each body, and ordinary monks cannot see their appearance and figure clearly.

"It's here, I smelled the remaining blood of him." said a woman holding a pipa.

The woman holding the flute said, "He is hidden in the mortals in this small town. There are no more than twenty humans in the town. I only need a sound of a flute to kill them all. He must be the one who is still alive."

"No."

The woman holding the pipa in her hand said solemnly: "God said that this planet has a secret hidden. If you kill innocent people indiscriminately, you may encounter disaster. Let's go and go into the town to see, he can't hide it."

"Bang!Bang!Bang..."

In the inn, Zhang Ruochen was using a hammer to hit the window baffle to resist the fierce wind and snow.

The door was pushed open.

A whistling sounded.

Snowflakes, accompanied by the charming fragrance of women, blew in from outside.

The four stunning women, each of whom has good cultivation, is a strong man among the great saints.

As soon as he walked in, the woman holding the flute released her debut domain and wrapped the entire inn.

The powerful rules of the holy path invisibly spread 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 saints. Only if they have a certain popularity in the entire universe can they do so.

When Zhang Ruochen saw the last woman holding a pipa and walked into the inn, he finally understood what they were.

Because, he has seen this woman.

The woman holding the flute has a very beautiful figure, especially on her chest, as if two milky white bowls were pressed upside down there, looming.

She looked bad 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 down?"

Zhang Ruochen knew that she was doubting herself.

Because, the great saint of the Yaksha clan deliberately stuck a drop of blood on him.

The woman holding the flute pressed the wooden table under Zhang Ruochen with her hand, pushed it gently, and moved the wooden table horizontally.

Zhang Ruochen, who was standing on the wooden table and nailed the window, had an old body, and his center of gravity was unstable. He fell down and was about to fall to death on the spot.

The woman holding the pipa poked out a jade white soft horn and grabbed Zhang Ruochen's wrinkled wrist. At the same time, an invisible energy fell on Zhang Ruochen, allowing him to fall to the ground smoothly.

Her hands are soft and the fragrance is intoxicating.

"It's not him! Meng Sheng was very cunning and deliberately sprinkled a drop of blood on him to confuse us." The woman holding the pipa said.

"Do you girls want to stay in a hotel or dine in...you..."

The shopkeeper, who was in his fifties, walked out of it and saw four fairy-like women standing in the lobby, with a dull face.

The inn shopkeeper in a small town suddenly saw four beautiful women dressed in gorgeous clothes, either with slim waists or with beautiful legs. How could they not be stunned?

Zhang Ruochen looked at the shopkeeper and was a little surprised. He found that the great saint of the Yaksha clan had used some methods, and he had become more clever.

From beginning to end, Zhang Ruochen did not release his mental power.

Because, there is no need.

In his eyes, the Great Saint-level monk is no different from ordinary mortals, and he doesn't want to know what they intend.

The four women holding a musical instrument each smiled and circled around the Yasha clan's great saint, looking at him.

Obviously they were suspicious, but they were not sure.

The woman holding the flute was about to take action, and a hearty laughter sounded outside: "I didn't expect that in such a remote place, I could actually meet the four hosts of the goddess Twelve Squares."

An old man in one-eyed gray robe walked in through the door.

Zhang Ruochen, who was about to close the door, hurriedly retreated aside.

The one-eyed gray-robed old man was tall and about two meters tall. The two war servants who followed him into the inn were even two meters tall. The small inn seemed to be about to be broken by them.

There was an overwhelming momentum released from them.

The faces of the four sexy beauties suddenly became extremely solemn.

Even the great saint of the Yasha clan who turned into the inn shopkeeper seemed to be shocked. Even though he was well hidden, a trace of fear still appeared deep in his pupils.

How can they not be afraid?

The one-eyed old man in the gray robe is a false god.

The one-eyed gray-robed old man always had a smile on his face and said, "I rushed to hurry up, but I didn't expect that he would still be one step slower. I almost let your goddess Twelve Squares take the lead. Why, have you found someone?"

"How cunning Mengsheng is, how can he be so easy to find?" said the woman holding the pipa.

The one-eyed gray-robed old man shook his head and said, "Others can't find it, but the night tower master's tracking technique is top-notch in the divine realm, and his mental power has reached the 69th level. Even I am not as good as you, how can you not find it? Could it be that Meng Sheng is hiding in this small town or in this inn?"

The eyes of the one-eyed gray-robed old man looked back and forth at Zhang Ruochen and the fat shopkeeper, and immediately noticed the drop of blood on Zhang Ruochen's body.

The woman holding the pipa in her hand said, "It's not him, the blood on his body is just a means to confuse us. If I'm not wrong, Mengsheng should have escaped far away. Let's continue chasing me."

The four masters of the Goddess Twelve Square rushed out of the inn and flew away.

The one-eyed gray-robed old man was suspicious, but he felt that Ye Manman's analysis made sense. Meng Sheng left blood here, but was just confusing them and buying time for his own escape. How could he still stay where he was?

Ye Manman is the owner of the former Ice King Star Goddess Building.

After the one-eyed gray-robed old man and the two war servants left, a sarcastic smile appeared in the eyes of the fat shopkeeper and said to himself: "You can't stay here anymore. They should react soon and return to this place."

"Bang!"

The fat shopkeeper bounced his fingers and a beam of light flew out, breaking the white-haired Zhang Ruochen's body into a ball of bloody powder.

He stepped out of the inn and his body became the true face of the Yasha clan.

But before I could leave, a huge rock like a hill fell from the sky.

"Boom."

The great saint of the Yaksha clan was crushed into blood mud by a huge rock.

There are countless cracks around the huge rocks.

The whole town sank downwards and the houses become tilted.

"Crack, swish."

The huge stone more than one hundred meters high moved, the stones shrank, and turned into a human man with stone skin. He stepped on the bloody Yasha clan saint and sneered: "You can deceive them, but you can't deceive me."

Zhang Ruochen sat on a chair in the inn and sighed in his heart: "Yaksha clan, the twelve squares of the goddess, the dark temple, now the supreme saint of the stone clan has also appeared! A sixth-level planet has attracted so many masters, it doesn't seem like a chance!"

Just now, the shaman of the Yaksha clan shattered with one finger, just Zhang Ruochen's phantom.

"The tree wants to be quiet, but the wind does not stop."

Zhang Ruochen was not interested in what they were fighting for. He didn't look outside, his eyes were drooping, and his face was helpless. In his ears, Ye Manman's voice came: "The thing on Mengsheng's body, our goddess Twelve Squares are about to settle!"

Fight broke out outside.

However, Ye Manman and the Great Sage of the Stone Tribe both released the Taoist domain, and the aftermath of the battle did not spread to the town.

Another great saint arrived, and more and more monks were fighting.

Soon there were several corpses of the Great Sage on the ground. Strangely, they all dared to fight in the Dao Realm. They even had the Great Sage who used formations to protect the mortals in the town.

"Haha, the night tower owner is really smart. He actually deceived me. Unfortunately, there are too many monks who covet that thing. After all, you are still in vain." The laughter of the one-eyed gray-robed old man from a distance.

The three posters from the Goddess Twelve Square rushed back and gathered with Ye Manman.

They are responsible for guiding the one-eyed gray-robed old man away. Unfortunately, the battle here broke out and the fluctuations spread quickly, and they couldn't hide it even if they wanted to.

The one-eyed old man in gray robe released his divine power and suppressed the Great Sage who was fighting so much that he could not continue to take action.

He said, "I will be happy today when I hand over that thing. Otherwise, I can only search the soul one by one. You know the price of searching the soul."

The voice of the Great Sage of the Stone Clan sounded, saying, "If you get that thing, you will definitely kill all of us to silence us. Don't believe him, let's take action together, and deal with it first..."

The Great Sage of the Stone Clan screamed.

The one-eyed gray-robed old man grabbed him into his palm from the air, and his palm burst out with dark divine power, crushing it into white lime. He sighed: "It's not on him. So, who is the thing?"

Next, screams came from outside.

These great saints, not to mention the representatives of the Yuanhui level, are not even a demigod peak existence. Even if they take action together, they are not opponents of the false gods.
Chapter completed!