“It’s indeed a big monster…” Zhao Li said in a low voice – at the same time, he couldn’t help swallowing a saliva at the bald man.
Zhao Li’s instinctive reaction to free attribute points can be regarded as a very effective “demon-illumination mirror”, and can also accurately judge the strength of the monster – the stronger the demon and the deeper the demon’s power, the stronger the appetite will be.
Like this bald man now, Zhao Li’s appetite is much stronger than grandma, which proves that this male monster should be stronger than grandma.
Standing opposite Zhao Li and Yan Chiyun and transformed from blood, was a bald man in his thirties or forties. He had a cold appearance and a skin color that looked no different from that of ordinary people, but his eyes, lips and other parts were as red as blood, and his body was covered with a golden and red robe!
He looks like an extremely evil monk.
“Husband, husband…”
The grandmother, whose head was hanging on the corner of Zhao Li’s mouth, couldn’t help but whisper, and two lines of hot tears rolled down from the fox’s eyes.
The bald man saw this scene in front of him – the key point was his grandmother whose entire jaw was beaten away and Zhao Li’s fox-headed underwear, and his face changed drastically. If his eyes could kill people, Zhao Li would have been cut into pieces by his sharp eyes.
“The owner of Pratyekabuddha Temple has arrived, why don’t you let go of grandma!”
Nie Xiaoqing pointed at Zhao Li from behind again and shouted.
Zhao Li naturally ignored the words of this little snack, but just looked at the bloody bald man. As for the old fox in his mouth, it was impossible!
Not to mention that Zhao Li has never spit out the meat he eats in his mouth, he takes a step back and says that the old fox is in his hand, so the other party may be afraid of the mouse. If he really wants to let it go, Zhao Li can guarantee that the opponent will turn against him immediately.
After all, he had swallowed and peeled his daughter alive and made her underwear into her underwear. The beam was so deep that it could not be untied.
The bald man in a cassock said with a gloomy face: “Let go Yingying, I keep my word and let you go. If I don’t follow, I will all bury you here!”
The bald man’s voice became louder and louder. When he spoke the last few words, he almost roared out, and it seemed to be to enhance his persuasion. The ground of the entire courtyard trembled violently again.
He obviously didn’t do anything, but just roaring could make the earth tremble. This kind of magic power was indeed so terrifying!
“The owner of Pratyekabuddha Temple?···”
Yan Chiyun held the flying sword and looked cautiously at the bald head of the cassock opposite him, with a look of “It’s true” and said, “You must be fate.”Yongxin from Jue Temple presided over the presidency. He has not died for six hundred years, which is really amazing! “
The bald man wearing a cassock narrowed his red eyes and said expressionlessly: “The previous dynasty has passed for two hundred years, and I didn’t expect that anyone would remember me. “
“The Chairman Yongxin is one of the twelve saints of the previous dynasty. I heard that he has been in charge of the position of presidency since the construction of Pratyekabuddha Temple. He has enjoyed four hundred years of time. His reputation is also spread today. Unfortunately, it is not a good reputation. I also think that you have disappeared with the previous dynasty, but unexpectedly he has sacrificed himself to the devil! “
Yan Chiyun also showed a solemn face – from the establishment to the decline of this Pratyekabuddha Temple, there was only one presidency in total, and he dared to be called the “master of Pratyekabuddha Temple” and was wearing a cassock…
His identity is simply a foregone conclusion.