Long Tianba laughed twice and said mockingly.

The ascetic monk did not argue, but said, "Donor, you have too much hostility in your heart. I am afraid that moving forward will be extremely unfavorable to you. You should turn around as soon as possible!"

When Long Tianba heard this, a look of disdain flashed through his eyes and said coldly: "The reason I call you a "master" is because you saved me once before! And I have repaid your life-saving grace just now, and you and I do not owe each other!"

After he spoke, he turned around and took only two steps. He suddenly stopped and turned around and said, "Monk, this Wuyun Mountain is not where you should come! So many people come with one purpose, but there is only one thing. If you want to put that thing in your pocket, there will inevitably be casualties! I would like to advise you to be more aware of your appearance and not be merciful here anymore. Go to the temple as soon as possible to be your Bodhisattva who saves the world!"

After saying that, a terrifying laugh came from Long Tianba's throat, and the laughter echoed in the mountains for a long time until he and his subordinates disappeared into the darkness, and the lingering sound had not dissipated.

The ascetic monk's expression was still as calm as usual, making Xiao Yang and Anjisen who had approached him unable to see anything unusual.

Ma Rufeng and the two great men from the divine religion organization saw that Xiao Yang and the other three had no time to take care of them, so they tiptoed to escape.

"You three wait!"

Xiao Yang's voice sounded behind the three of them, scaring Ma Rufeng and the other two to froze, and they were stunned in place like three sculptures.

Xiao Yang's hands were consistently put in his pocket, and walked to Ma Rufeng slowly, with a playful smile on his face, and said with a laugh: "Mr. Ma, but I haven't seen you for a long time. I didn't expect to meet you here so by chance!"

Ma Rufeng forced out a smile, and his head was like a chicken pecking at rice, "Yes! Mr. Xiao, I didn't expect it to be such a coincidence!"

Xiao Yang's eyes widened and his eyes looked at the two big men beside him who lowered their heads, "If I'm not wrong, these two should be people from the Divine Cult?"

A cold air arose behind the two big men, and their bodies shivered involuntarily. The cold sweat on their foreheads couldn't help but vent their heads down a little, and they didn't dare to look directly at Xiao Yang.

The playful smile on Xiao Yang's face became stronger and stronger. Suddenly, his face turned cold, his voice suddenly raised upwards, and he shouted sternly: "Say! What are the Divine Cult organization doing in Wuyun Mountain!"

The two great men from the divine organization naturally knew in their hearts that even if they were tied together, they were not the opponent of the ascetic monks on the same side, and they did not dare to act rashly.

The two seemed to be trying to put their heads into their chests, but they just kept silent.

"Don't say it? Then don't blame me for being rude!"

Before Xiao Yang's words could be finished, a cyclone had already swept through his palm.

The cyclone sways and buzzes, making people's scalp numb.

But what surprised Xiao Yang was that he thought that the two great men from the divine organization would explain everything after suffering some torture, but he did not expect that he could not take action. The two great men knelt down in front of Xiao Yang, kowtowed repeatedly, with a panic look.

"Don't...don't kill us!"

"We say everything!"

The Three Kingdoms of Ah Sanguo is indeed a magical nation. Even the people of this divine organization are strange. What is the nonsense that the divine organization advocated before that the gods should not betray the gods!
Chapter completed!