If anyone is more anxious than Qian Yiqun, then there are only Old Man Shiquan and Monk Yuanming.

These two old monsters finally came to Qian Yiqun, but they were also slowed down by the scattered mandrill. Fortunately, they only brought a few good men, and only Zhu Qingzi and Ju Xingbo were really needed to protect. Moreover, the mandriller had no king and was just harassing the family scale of three or three, which was far from the end of the world in the camp.

The old man Shiquan arrived at the camp outside the city only one hour later than Qian Yiqun, and happened to miss the four members of the Liu family. Although they had an anti-human tendency, the human social instinct still forced them to find more people and communicate and rest.

The fact that Qian Yiqun used magic to kill Gabadawa quickly reached these people's ears. After hearing the ghost face explaining how powerful Gaba is, the old man Shiquan laughed coldly and said, "It seems that he didn't find the wrong person this time, but this lama died a pity."

"Amitabha, this Vajra body is just taken back to sacrifice and refine a magic weapon." Monk Yuanming proclaimed the Buddha's name and reached out to take the three-foot-high Vajra remains.

"Who are you? How dare you make random moves!" someone shouted.

Monk Yuanming quickly retracted his hand, Heshi smiled and said, "I am both Buddhist disciples, how can I see the remains of this monk exposed to the wilderness? Please give me some convenience."

Seeing that the monk was easy to bully, the man walked up to him with confidence and boldness and said loudly: "All things here are from my Huaiyang Yan Gang. Are you just taking them away so easily?"

"Amitabha, I hope the donor will do something convenient." When Monk Yuanming said this for the second time, Ghost Face and others turned their heads away.

The man didn't know that, and it was the words that caused the murder. Seeing that the old monk was bowing and bowing, he refused to let go. As soon as he opened his mouth, he suddenly saw a bright flash in the monk's eyes. He thought he was dazzled, but suddenly he found that his mouth could not be opened and his tongue could not move, and only a roaring sound came from his throat.

Everyone around wanted to watch the fun, but they suddenly realized that this was not their home court, but the territory of those extraordinary people. They quickly closed their mouths, for fear of causing trouble.

"Donor, donor?" Monk Yuanming smiled, "Why don't you speak anymore? I want to ask the donor to do it for convenience!"

The man's feet were itchy, as if there were hundreds of ants crawling over the instep. He closed his jaw and looked down, and was shocked. A pair of thick feet that had been red and lustful all year round had become white and fat at this moment, as if something was wandering inside, and he occasionally arched a piece.

"Oh, it turns out that my child got into your feet." Monk Yuanming said in surprise, "It's bad. I haven't been fed these days, so I'm afraid it can't help but eat a little. The donor is merciful, so please give me some."

The man seemed to have been nailed to death, unable to move at all, but just bounced his eyes and made a roar, and he couldn't say anything.

A strange bulge wandered under the human skin, getting bigger and bigger.

"I won't eat too much of this treasure, and it only likes to eat bones. Don't worry, don't worry." Monk Yuanming's face was gentle, as if the old man next door was telling the story of a distant era.

The baby may have not eaten for many days, and his appetite is slightly bigger than the old monk said. In a short while, the unlucky guy lost the bones of his legs and fell to the ground. The bulge suddenly divided into two balls and continued to climb up along the bones of his legs.

"Really, it really doesn't hurt. Don't worry, don't worry." The old monk smiled, "It's just a little itchy."

The man glanced at the old monk at the last moment, rolled his eyes and completely fainted.

The old monk took out a clam from his sleeve, opened the lid, picked some ointment inside with his fingers, and applied it to his hands. He took out the knife again, stepped forward slowly, and said to himself, "It's time to eat enough. I, Buddha, are merciful, you can't hurt this donor." As he spoke, he had already stabbed the man's chest with a knife, cutting out a wound that was two fingers wide.

Soon, countless flatworms, the size of millet, crawled out of the wound. It was these things that ate the half-body bones of an adult man, leaving only flesh.

The audience around them screamed in horror and dispersed out, fearing that the little flatworms would come to him.

Monk Yuanming took out a porcelain bottle from his arms and put it on the ground. The small flatworms gathered into a white rope and crawled into the bottle in sequence.

The bottle was not blessed by the "Humans in the Pot", and it was limited to the capacity and could not hold so many insects. The old monk picked up the bottle, covered it with a blockage, and said regretfully: "Who told you to give birth to so many, it's really a waste." After saying that, he didn't care about the insects crawling outside, and took the remains of Gabadawa's Vajra.

Everyone looked at the unlucky person who was still "roaring" on the ground but could not die no matter how hard he was. He was frightened and no one dared to stand up and question whether the old monster was qualified to obtain this remains.

The martial arts world is like the secret technique circle. As long as you have strength, you are qualified. However, martial arts knights value reputation, and secret technique monks care about cause and effect, and there is no difference between the others.

Monk Yuanming used the mustard seed and Sumeru technique to collect the remains, walked slowly back to Yinshan, and said, "Since Master Gong Tao has gone, we can't let others stay for a long time, so hurry up earlier."

If the thugs are too efficient, these don’t pay money will not even have to drink soup. They are unwilling to make wedding dresses for others, so they must arrive in time to pick the sweet fruit of victory.

"I think there is no need to be so many people." Old Man Shiquan said in a muffled voice, "It's inconvenient for too many people, just you and me, the ghost-faced nephew, it's enough to bring this girl with you."

"Okay, Junior Brother Xie stayed to command these useless wastes and waited for Junior Brother Luo and Junior Sister Jian to come." Senior Brother Ghost Face assigned the task.

Xie Xuan opened his lips, and his covetousness for the treasure was finally defeated by his fear of these two old monsters. He said to his senior brother: "When they arrive, we will bring people to support you and uncle."

"When will you need your support, I can only hold my baby at home!" Old Man Shiquan said angrily.

Xie Xuan did not dare to talk back to him, so he quickly bowed and said that he was inappropriate in his words.

Finally, the old man Shiquan and Monk Yuanming were killed before they were so crazy that they saw others, and finally allowed him to escape.

When I met the old man Shiquan took out the magical talisman and knew that he would be marching urgently. Finally, he looked at Xie Xuan, then looked at Zhu Qingzi with fear, and said, "Uncle Master, it's really inconvenient to bring this woman with me. Why not stay and let Junior Brother Xie watch?"

"I'm afraid he will steal it." Old Man Shiquan said angrily, "It's not enough to break my cauldron, so it's better to be with me."

The ghost face did not dare to contradict the old man Shiquan, but just bowed slightly to express his obedience.
Chapter completed!