Chapter 168 167. Kill the Young Man First... Ahem, Kill the Magic Monk First

"What do you want us to do?"

"Just go out and hang out when necessary. Of course, if the law enforcement team or someone else tries to arrest you, you won't be arrested obediently, right?"

"Hmph, do you want us to attract firepower? Then what is the reward? For harsh conditions, corresponding rewards must be given."

"How about the religious orders affiliated with the Glory Church? Let you choose a territory among the countries that believe in the Glory Church as a territory for spreading."

As soon as these words were spoken, both Magic Monk and Mo Cheng suddenly opened their eyes. The former did not expect that the other party would give such [generous] conditions.

And Mo Cheng was completely a mixture of "surprise" and "helplessness". What was surprising was that since the Inquisition would find the magic monk and issue such a bad check, it meant that although they had the power in Fairhaven, they should not many.

What is helpless is that even if there are not many people in the Fairhaven Inquisition Bureau, it is still a challenge with zero error tolerance for him.

If they win, they will keep the family property, but if they lose, they will really be [the Yan family shovel]. With the Inquisition's style of doing things, they will never leave the lives of the people in the Albert House.

"There is no sincerity in the conditions you gave." The magic monk's body began to surge with power that was different from that of this continent. The dark mandala was like a beast hiding in the dark, and it was possible to pounce on these heretics at any time. People from the Tribunal were bitten and killed.

If it weren't for the concern that there are other people from the Heretic Tribunal hiding in the dark, and if the magic monk hadn't been feeling the aura of death following him from just now, the few people from the Heretic Tribunal in front of him at this moment would have already died. .

The magic monk was undoubtedly seriously injured and completely weak, and Captain Hardy, who led the team, was also a strong man on the seventh ladder.

But among strong men of the same level, there are differences. The magic monk's right hand, which had never moved, slightly clasped something, "I have received your [invitation]. Let the person behind you talk to me. You are not qualified."

He has already seen that although the leader of the team in front of him is also a strong man from the seventh step, his identity is just an errand captain.

No matter in terms of strength or status, he is not qualified to talk to the magic monk.

Captain Hardy had a polite smile on his face, but it was not a smile but a smile. He kept stretching his fingers. It was obvious that he was very dissatisfied with the magic monk's words.

But Hardy's dissatisfaction was useless. The darkness in the corner kept creeping, and Fujitani gently placed his hand on the handle of the knife.

At the same time, Kong Lingzhong near the house was also secretly targeting the key points of several members of the Inquisition Bureau. Whether in terms of numbers or strength, Hardy's team was at a disadvantage.

"Then I will take your words and hope to see you again next time."

There is no doubt that if you stay, you will only get humiliated. Captain Hardy decisively turned around and left.

After Captain Hardy and others left, Magic Monk slowly asked: "Fujigu, what do you think?"

"Proud, arrogant, overly arrogant about his own identity." Fujitani's expression went straight to the core, "That captain reminds me of some Chinese people who only rely on the power of their fathers."

"His status should not be low, and he has a lot of life-saving things in his hands. Now I am not sure enough to keep him."

"Master, do we really want to cooperate with them?"

"That's natural. Cooperation with nobles is cooperation, and cooperation with the Inquisition is also cooperation. For us, the criterion for cooperation is whether the other party is strong enough and whether it can give us what we want. Everything else is trivial and irrelevant. Little things that matter.”

With that said, the magic monk stretched out his fingers and took back the [Dark Mandala]. With his current injury and physical strength, it was not suitable to release this move for too long.

"By the way, what happened to the ninja who was attacked?"

"The bleeding has been stopped and the refined blood beads have been brought back."

Fujitani respectfully presented a blood-colored bead. The magic monk took it and looked at it. He was a little dissatisfied with the blood bead full of impurities, but he still swallowed it.

"Inferior life force, but this is the only thing we can collect at the moment."

Not only that the Magic Monk and his group are currently wanted, if they want to collect human blood, they can only send out ninjas to secretly find a few wanderers to capture and kill them.

After taking the blood beads, the magic monk's complexion improved a lot, and his five senses gradually returned to their former sharpness. He waved his hand to create a small airflow and wave away a mosquito that wanted to fly over.

Um?

mosquito?

The magic monk immediately realized that the remaining aura of [Dark Mandala] had just been released here, let alone mosquitoes. Even larger creatures such as sparrows and crows did not dare to approach. Once they came close, they would be killed violently.

Realizing that something was wrong, the magic monk immediately summoned the endless darkness containing prayers and whispers, but the pure and powerful holy light formed a long stick and aimed at the magic monk and struck it down on the head.

As soon as the holy light came out, it seemed as if an extremely pure violence squeezed in, making this space unable to contain any other [impurities]. Everything in front of this light would be destroyed equally.

This light has this power, and it has this power to destroy everything it doesn't like!

Seeing that the long stick was about to hit the magic monk first, Fujitani rushed over and pushed the magic monk away, using his body as a shield to block the blow.

Tear!

There was a sound of tearing cloth, and the long stick condensed by the holy light was sharper than a blunt weapon. Even though Fujitani was not a weakling, his body was split into two by the long stick of holy light like cloth.

"It's so touching, but it's a pity that I still have to... die!"

Without stopping, Mo Cheng flicked his long stick with his wrist and attacked the magic monk again. But at this time, the magic monk was already ready. The boundless diameter of darkness enveloped everything, and Li Gaoye's secret [Dark Mandala] was completely It explodes with its due power.

The void, darkness, and the endless sound of chanting sutras are taken from the darkness sleeping in the mother's womb at the beginning of life. This is not only a different space, but also a barrier, and it is also a stone mill used to imprison and destroy the enemy.

Magic Monk activated [Dark Mandala] with all his strength, trying to completely obliterate the incoming enemy. The stick just now made Magic Monk feel the crisis of death.

The opponent must be killed!

Just when Magic Monk tried to maximize the power of [Dark Mandala] regardless of his injuries, a long stick of holy light pierced Magic Monk's chest from behind, and then with a flash of cold light, Magic Monk's head was torn off. Come down.

Mo Cheng walked out from behind the magic monk, skillfully sprinkled lime on the head, and then wrapped it in a package.

Then he looked at the clone that was swallowed by the [Dark Mandala] and was walking out in embarrassment, and said with a smile: "Fortunately, I saved a hand, otherwise I would have had a headache."

Then the two of them started from two places and "cleaned up" all the people in the nearby areas. Except for the heads that left no traces, the bodies and the entire house were directly burned.

"The next ones are the people from the Inquisition!"

I caught up, and my attendance was perfect.

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