The Good Fortune Training System of Shrouding the Sky

Chapter 518 Enrolling the Virtuous and Virtuous, the Chest Is Too Small

Murong Chuan looked pointedly at Qi Mu'er, who was dodging left and right to avoid flying towards Beisi, asking with a puzzled face.

All the monks kept silent, although they were all busy avoiding the dark wind and the ghostly hands that suddenly protruded, but they were all paying attention to the changes in the situation.

In any case, Fat Lord is the hope of casual cultivators. If he can withstand Bei Temple's oppression, he can lead everyone to fight against it.

The reason why everyone has this idea is because the Yin wind is weakening, as long as they avoid the ghost's hand, it is not too difficult to dodge.

Regardless of what everyone thought, Bei Si stared at Murong Chuan with great interest and said:

"I thought that Fat Daoist was the most loving person, but I didn't expect to be so abrupt."

Bei Si cupped his hands slightly, and said: "The Shengjiao Guang'an is a virtuous person, if you, Fatty, are willing to join, the Shengjiao will never treat you badly.

Magical treasures, spiritual stones, beauties, power, servants, as long as you can think of it, the holy religion can satisfy you. "

The Holy Cult of Blood Prison has the upper hand. Although the Yufeng family can still persist, it is only a matter of time before they fall.

The sudden appearance of a fat man happened to be able to tip the balance of victory.

As long as he saves Sanxiu and forms an alliance with the Feng family, the big victory will turn into a miserable victory.

Although the Holy Cult of Blood Hell will still win, the result will definitely be a loss for both sides.

The other party is very good at forbearance and hiding, definitely not a master who can be defeated by force, and they can't tell the difference.

"Sister, are you okay? In this situation, it's not easy to delay time."

Murong Chuan complained to Shui Jianji while transmitting sound with his spiritual consciousness, while turning his head in disdain, he said to Fengyue, "Where is your Feng family?"

Murong Chuan asked questions without beginning or end, not only Bei Si was stunned, Feng Yue was also asked inexplicably.

But it was only for a moment in a daze, Bei Si and Fengyue looked ugly, wishing to kill the bastard in front of them.

There are frequent ghostly hands under the feet, the surrounding wind is blowing, and the vitality is still passing away. This thing is so rare that they can live in it, let them sit down and bid.

Murong Chuan had no choice but to do this. He wanted to defraud the Holy Cult of the Blood Prison, but he didn't expect the accident to happen so early, let alone the plan of the Holy Cult of the Blood Prison to be so vicious.

They took the death ghost frog as an opportunity and almost killed Sanxiu and Fengjia. Even if they could escape the death ghost frog, they still couldn't escape the fate of being controlled.

Murong Chuan wanted to ruin the Holy Cult of the Blood Prison, so he immediately made a corresponding plan, but it took time to execute.

In particular, Murong Chuan didn't study the formation, and needed Shui Jianji's help to find a solution.

It is no problem for Shui Jianji to observe the surrounding situation with the help of divine consciousness projection, but it will take some time to break the blood fiend's soul-binding net.

Therefore, Murong Chuan could only bite the bullet and argue with two major interest groups under such a dangerous situation.

"Bastard, there are countless treasures from the Feng family, if you can save me, you will lose your benefits!

Besides, the Feng family is an ancient family, no more reputable than a cult.

You'd better choose quickly, when we are exhausted, the Holy Cult of Blood Prison will kill you first! "

Fengyue gritted her teeth and threatened, wishing to kill the bastard in front of her, but she had to endure it.

She can guess what Murong Chuan is thinking, and she also knows that the Holy Cult of Blood Prison bared its fangs, and Murong Chuan will try to see him.

It's just that in the current situation, they are powerless to hold on to a stalemate, and if they make a mistake, they will be doomed. It would be a lie to say that they are not anxious.

But what she didn't understand was why Murong Chuan was still hesitating, and she was even worried that Murong Chuan would wait for her to lose both sides with the Holy Cult of Blood Prison.

Because there were too many uncertainties, Fengyue didn't dare to believe it firmly, let alone put everything on Murong Chuan.

"If you can't hold on, just come down. The wind is much weaker, so you can hold on for a while longer."

Murong Chuan controlled the water curtain to wrap the dead ghost frog, and casually reminded Fengyue, implying that she should stay calm and not be impatient, and that it would be enough to persist for a while.

Fengyue had nothing to do, so she could only signal for the Feng family monk to land, and Murong Chuan turned to Beisi and said:

"Although Feng Xiaoniu has small breasts, what she said makes sense. If you don't have the benefits of Galvatian, I'm still very inclined to the Feng family."

As soon as these words came out, Fengyue and Bei Si frowned, wishing to tear the bastard in front of him into pieces.

The reason for Fengyue's anger is very simple. Does her words make sense? Does it have something to do with her small breasts?

There are many reasons for Bei Si's anger. Although he hasn't seen Murong Chuan's purpose yet, he is faintly impatient.

Murong Chuan's words also reminded him that when the intensity of the Yin wind became weaker, he would naturally be able to free up his hands to kill.

"Fatty Lord, we have shown our sincerity. If you don't want to, then you will have to be your enemy."

Bei Si threatened in a cold voice, and motioned for the others to descend. Many casual cultivators under his control were also accumulating strength, ready to strike at any moment.

"Sister, can you do it, I'm about to be beaten by a gang."

Murong Chuan's spiritual consciousness was anxiously urging, and Shui Jianji was also sweating, constantly calculating the door to crack the blood demon's soul-binding net.

But even though Shui Jianji was a genius, she couldn't unravel the magic circle she hadn't seen before in an instant, and she couldn't find the opening to crack it.

"I'm already very fast, but the Blood Fiend Soul Binding Net is very weird, and I can't find a way to do it in a short time, unless I break it violently."

Shui Jianji looked up at the sky and replied, above the sky was a huge blood-fiend soul-binding net magic circle.

Murong Chuan directly mapped the formation he saw onto the sky of the imaginary world, enough for Shui Jianji to see all the details clearly.

"Big sister, if you want to rely on brute force, you should have said earlier, that little girl Fengyue can kill with her eyes!"

Murong Chuan held his heart and thought brokenly. He was really afraid that Feng Xiaoniu would join hands with Bei Si to kill him because of her anger.

Knowing that the magic circle needs to be cracked violently, Murong Chuan was not only not annoyed, but even faintly excited.

He had planned before that if there is no way to break the formation, violence is the best choice.

In other places, breaking the formation violently is the stupidest way, but here is the old tree of Nai River, where violence is common and the best choice.

It's just that Murong Chuan is not sure what the consequences will be if he smashes the root of an ancient tree. To be on the safe side, he still wants to break the formation with technology.

Now it is impossible to achieve technological breakthroughs, so we can only take risks.

"Hehehe, the officiant is really ruthless, it seems that I have no choice."

Murong Chuan spread his hands helplessly, and the dead ghost frogs under his feet, which were not caught in the net, were directly picked up by him because the number was relatively small.

Murong Chuan's action made Bei Si immediately alert.

He couldn't figure out the details of Murong Chuan, if he was a ruthless character, he might die together.

"Fellow Daoist, those who know the current affairs are heroes, don't ruin your future just because of a momentary pleasure!"

Bei Si reminded him coldly again, but Murong Chuan smiled contemptuously, shook the dead ghost frog wrapped in a water polo, and lazily said:

"Don't worry, I won't throw it away at you. This dead ghost frog is a treasure, and it's too late for me to feel sorry for you."

Bei Si frowned again, he couldn't figure out who the fat man was, let alone how he knew that the dead ghost frog was a treasure.

But Murong Chuan didn't give him time to think, a loud shout was earth-shattering!