Chapter 299, I don't want revenge, I just want to die happily

"Mo's second brother, be careful. We are going to kill a great person this time. In case of a mistake, you just wait to take your sister to the end of the world."

He was talking about a middle-aged man who depicted a fierce ghost with a black flag and a bright green face but an extremely gloomy face. Although what he said was not good, the short and strong man who was called the second brother of the Mo family did not dare to refute it. Obviously, among the four men and two women present, the cold middle-aged man holding the black flag was the head.

At this moment, the thick fog in the lake gradually overflowed. The cold middle-aged man suddenly tightened his eyebrows, and his nose moved slightly one after another, as if he had noticed some information in the gradually overflowing water vapor.

"Your Excellency, you'd better come out. The high priest of the Blood Spirit Ridge is the power to kill. Just now, I'm afraid that Mo Laoer's flame shock hammer can't even explode your true shield. Why is the priest hiding? He has lost his blood reputation in vain."

After a long time, there was still no sound response. At this time, the tall girl who had been standing next to the short and strong man was finally impatient. Suddenly, she took out a big bow depicting the golden dragon from behind and did not take the string of the arrow. She directly shot three arrows with empty strings. The three vitality arrows condensed purely from Dan Zhenyuan did not shoot into the water vapor cage. In the center of the hood, it exploded directly in the surrounding triangle of a large area of water vapor, but there was a lot of momentum, blowing a whining wind, blowing away the permeated water vapor in a short time, so that the four people could see the real state of Zhu Peng.

At this time, Zhu Peng was in the final action of picking the elixir. He took off the red lotus grass and even its rhizome was filled with a clear breath. After being cleaned by Zhu Peng, he put it into a special transparent jade box, and spread the beautiful luster like a work of art under the last ray of residual sun at dusk. , full of vigorous vitality, it proves that this precious spiritual grass has been picked quite successfully.

As for Zhu Peng's body, it was indeed like what the cold middle-aged man said. The short and strong monk's very confident flame shock hammer did not even stimulate the real shield around him, so he was blocked by a thick and condensed huge sand wall.

"How can this be possible? My flame shocks the power of a hammer, but it has the instantaneous destructive power compared with the spiritual magic weapon."

The short and strong hammer-holding monk was hit hard when he saw Zhu Peng's unaffected appearance. Although he did not expect that he could beat the bloody high priest in front of him into the grave with a sneak attack, he saw that Zhu Peng was not even affected at all, and even the extracted elixir remained almost perfect. At that time, the mind of this seven-level monk suddenly suffered a considerable blow.

It's just that the cold middle-aged man beside him saw him like this. Instead of comforting him, he continued to hit him with a sneer.

"Mo Laoer, didn't you just shout about the "second generation of immortals"? Now the serious second generation of immortals is standing in front of you. From the day when this bloody Zhu Peng went to the battlefield at the age of 14 or fifteen, he has a spiritual weapon-level iron sand gourd to protect his life. When your flame hammer breaks out in an instant, it has the destructive power comparable to that of a spiritual weapon. It is a low-level spiritual weapon, and the sky is also the moment of an intermediate spiritual weapon. It's destructive."

"And in the hands of this young man in front of you, there are at least three or four high-level spiritual weapons, and even his iron sand gourd is not sure that it is a top-level spiritual weapon..."

"Enough, shut up." It was not Zhu Peng, the bitter master who was surrounded by four people, who shouted like this, but the bow-wit girl beside the short and strong man. At this time, the tall girl stared with round eyes and said angrily, "Ghost Taoist, are you with us or with him? What do you want to suppress my brother's fighting spirit? At that point, is it that you are happy that he directly gives up the war and admits defeat?

Obviously, he was the leader of the team in front of him, but for the questioning and even reprimanding the little pepper in front of him, the cold man holding the black flag just curled his lips disdainfully, and there was no further rebuttal strangely.

It was not until this time that Zhu Peng slowly stepped out of the green lake that he had a real opportunity to speak: "By the way, that dead-faced guy, you seem to know my life very well, but why don't I have a memory related to you? If it's an opponent worth remembering, I should be more or less impressed... If you are not an opponent worth remembering, then how can you have the courage to provoke me? I, Zhu Peng, have too few chances to kill in recent years?

Even if he falls into the harsh environment of being surrounded and killed, he still maintains the indifference and calmness that the enemy will appreciate. This is the general trend gradually developed by Zhu Peng holding power in a high position. What's more, because he has strong own strength as a support, this general trend is more and more tenacious and strong, unlike many mortals. Once the high-ranking person is stripped of the seat under his buttocks, he is nothing.

It's just that Zhu Peng's indifferent and gentle words still aroused the strong reaction of the monk opposite. The middle-aged monk with a cold face was even trembling with anger at this moment. His dead face, which was originally unpopular, was full of vitality and blood at this moment, which added a little vitality to him.

"Of course, you won't remember the name of a clown like me. Even if I meet you several times in the battle, every time I fight, I will be seriously injured by you in just two moves. How dare a waste material like me expect the priest to remember my existence even a little..."

"It's just that as the existence of being exterminated by the Yi family, I don't dare to forget the gift of my lord. You dance wildly in the life and flesh and blood of my clan, and I dare not enlighten you a little every day, even every moment."

While roaring sadly, the middle-aged man suddenly tore open his clothes and robe. The half of the direct ** body did not cause a little shyness of the other two girls present. The reason is very simple. The middle-aged man's body is no longer like a human body at all, just like seeing a ** stone. No matter how shy the girl is, she will not inexplicably have any similar emotions to shyness.

But then again, it's really an insult to compare the body of the person in front of him to a stone. What kind of traumatized body is that? Not to mention the countless pits that occupy most of the upper body of middle-aged people like leprosy patients, just say that the two huge wounds on it are like knives, axes and even bites by giant beasts are enough for ordinary monks to sweat coldly.