Doomsday Pavilion

The black-red-faced man clasped his fists away,

"Little brother, my elder surname is Mang. My name is Mang from Mangshan Mountain. I'll see you at Bafang Tower in a moment!"

It seems that the guys from the dark sea all like the dishes of Bafanglou, er, of course it is more likely that they like to give Niu Lanqi face.

"Brother Mang?" Zhao Zheng smacked his lips, and the name sounds a little strange. "Where is the good wine in Bafang Tower? Qingquan Mountain is still Uncle Wen's home brew. Looking back, I will take you to a good place. As for Now--"

"Wow, I'm the Liu Renjun of your mother, I have tolerated you for a long time, let's smash my little master hahaha!!"

"Boom~"

Mang Yang watched in amazement as the highest commander of the garrison, theoretically speaking, was rampaging at the center of the battlefield, with cold sweat on his face and face.

You, you... Mingguang doesn't care about this kid?This is too irresponsible!

Before Mang sighed, he saw a guy who was born stronger than him, with a man in his armpit and a half-ton mighty rooster rumbling across the edge of the battlefield. , Ran into a certain alley and disappeared.

Man Min: "..."

Don’t you Mingguang people have always been so casual?This is a war!Anyway, be more serious!

On the contrary, almost all of the three-hundred-meter blood corpse giant was smashed into rags, and there was still an intention to observe the situation outside the field. I don’t know which eye saw the three yellow lord, the blood corpse giant roared,

"That chicken, what is that! Why do I feel the breath of a warlock in it, this is impossible, this is impossible..."

Zhao Zheng said while removing half of Liu Renjun's head.

"Oh, switch, you can directly contact the Warlock Master by pressing the switch. Isn't it scary? Is it buggy? Is it a backdoor? You know, Mingguang people have always been good at going through the back door."

The blood giant was silent,

"Then you Mingguang people have a really strong taste."

"I'm going to your mother, I want to take a look with the young man after all the bones are on this knot?"

What followed were two heavy punches of at least half a ton worth of General Zhao Zheng.

The skeletons on Liu Renjun's head collapsed, but he smiled very happily.

"Hahaha, a chicken? A...a living chicken?? The spatial fluctuations here are already like a mess, you actually found a living creature to act as an anchor, you are simply ignorant Funny, hahaha~"

Zhao Zheng bounced around Liu Renjun’s head,

(Damn, where did this neurosis grow his mouth?)

No mouth was found.

Zhao Zheng had to respond with a omnipotent and righteous sneer.

"So, it's time to show real technology!"

...

The person who was sent out to find the warlock almost became paralyzed, but Allier and Secretary Qin gave Mingguang a surprise, although it didn't feel so reliable.

On the tallest gate of the second wall, Allie looked at Ye Ming who didn't know where he came from.

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

Ye Ming didn't care,

"Don't worry, it won't hurt this chicken. Isn't it because the more miserable it is, the faster the warlock will come?"

A Lie and Qin Yuanfeng looked at each other.

They had only heard that Master Sanhuang could summon Master Warlock, and Lin Chou had done this more than once. As for the specific operation process-please, Master Sanhuang did not have an operation manual attached to his body.

So that Allier couldn't help but murmured,

"Why is there no manual?"

The poor Lord Sanhuang was tied up with chicken wings and hung upside down on the gate of the city. His golden pupils were not angry, and of course he would make a few embarrassing screams from time to time.

After all, Lord Sanhuang's weight has greatly exceeded the conventional tonnage. This upside down posture is quite unfriendly to the fat man.

however!

nobody!

No one in this world can offend the majesty of Lord Sanhuang!

emmmm, except for a few times when Lin Chou almost stewed Sanhuang in a crock, Sanhuang had never seen anyone who dared to touch his finger.

"Oh~oh~"

Lord Sanhuang suddenly screamed-the reason was that some guy had pulled out several of the longest of its greasy tail feathers.

Ye Ming pinched a few chicken feathers and suddenly became a little embarrassed.

"Ok..."

"This thing..."

"Why on earth should I summon?"

There were a lot of people present, but let alone the high-end operation of using chicken feathers to summon warlocks, we are all honest to the point where we have never even used chicken feathers as arrows!

Why are you calling?

Don't make a fuss, I certainly don't know...

It took a long time before a guy who often hucked around on the Yanhui Mountain said,

"I've heard people say that when boss Lin summoned the warlock, he rubbed the chicken feathers, and then yelled loudly that he was going to stew the three yellows. Uh, occasionally, it seemed that he was going to stew the warlock. I'm here..."

Everyone looked at this person called Wang Xiancheng's fourth-order alienator.

Three yellows stewed?

Stewed the warlock?!

Ye Ming looked up at the sky, what you said lightly!

Damn, I suddenly regretted taking such a thankless job.

Ye Ming has been in the base city for so long, and he is also the heir of General Ye Lao. He wants to be wealthy and powerful. If he really lacks something...

Uh, in short, most of the people present now do not think that this guy may be out of luck.

(Obviously it is a great opportunity to grab merit, how come it has become like this ghost now?)

Ye Ming is ten thousand people who don't understand or understand.

His expression is bitter...

Oh no...

Ye Ming stood on the heights of the city gate with a sad face.

No one knows why he has to stand so high, maybe because he thinks the signal will be slightly better when he is standing high and summoning?

Ye Ming grabbed the chicken feathers in his palms and slowly began to rub them.

Before rubbing it for a while, Ye Ming felt that the palm of his hand had been soaked with sweat.

(Why am I a little scared, Ben, this general is obviously to save Mingguang from glowing and hot, I, I, I, all evils escape!!)

Ye Ming cheered himself up frantically, and finally raised his hand to throw up the curled feathers.

"Come out, Master Warlock~"

The crowd onlookers sprayed the ground.

The voice of this product is simply feminine and undesirable, just like the cats screaming spring when the ladies in the Hualiu Alley are soliciting customers.

"despair"

The wet feather fell to the ground.

A bleak cold wind blew through, and nothing happened.

Ye Ming waited for a long while, his expression dignified.

"Otherwise, let's change someone else, Master Warlock might not match my aura."

The crowd retreated several steps as if they were facing an enemy.

Go to your code!

We are not in harmony with the uncle Warlock!

You just fit!

Your whole family and Uncle Warlock's aura are very close!

The guy named Wang Xiancheng kindly made suggestions,

"Ye Dashao, you're wrong, what's wrong, you're going to braise Sanhuang and Master Warlock while rubbing your chicken feathers. Be more fierce. I believe your acting skills are online!"

Ye Ming's head buzzed with anger.

This is not a question of whether acting is not online, it is simply a question of whether the courage is not online!

Ye Ming glanced at the people around him faintly. Those who were caught by his sight either looked up to the sky or grinned threateningly.

In the end, Ye Ming, who is still in his forties this year by the ridiculous name of Ye Dashao, took a deep breath, and cruelly rubbed the feathers in his hands.

"The sky is above, and the thick soil has not been seen. Today, I, Ye Ming, cut chicken heads and burned yellow paper for Mingguang Base City..."

Wang Xiancheng was dumbfounded.

"No, Ye Dashao is talking about all these things!"

Allier thought for a while,

"I don't know much about things in the field of metaphysics, but I guess Ye Da Shao wants to be more serious, right?"

Everyone nodded thoughtfully.

Ye Ming's face was trembling with muscles, his expression can be said to be quite hideous, he seemed to be willing.

"A good three-yellow chicken, fried, fried, barbecued, braised and stewed, the wine and meat passed through the intestines in the Buddha's heart, I am special..."

With every nonsense, Ye Ming fiercely pulled a long feather from the tail of Lord Sanhuang.

How many long feathers can a chicken have?

After a while, Lord Sanhuang's arrogant tail turned into a bald scoop...

Lord Sanhuang’s screams have also changed from deafening to unrelenting screaming-it seems that the spirit of the whole chicken has disappeared with the plucked tail hair, a pair of unlovable appearance.

(Once upon a time, my Three Yellows were also a super handsome chicken with exuberant hair. Now, I am so bald!)

Ye Ming drew out a machete with a "huh".

"Success or failure, in one fell swoop!!"

Everyone was shocked.

"Fuck this stuff is really going to be cut!"

"This, this, when did Young Master Ye get so courageous?"

"If the uncle Warlock hasn't come after the cut..."

Boom!

A lightning pen walked away from the dragon and snake, almost splitting the dark yellow sky in two, and even the surging corpse cloud was torn apart directly, and it was not closed for a long time.

Everyone was startled, they seemed to have heard the iconic "pupu" sound.

"Master Warlock is here!"

"But... where is..."

"Let let, let let, you block my sight~"

A huge vortex portal that was grey and somewhat similar to the misty portal was spread out behind Ye Ming at some point.

Ye Ming turned his head stiffly--because he felt an unprecedented murderous, his heart was cold.

Before he could say anything, his eyes went dark, and he was directly rushed back by a torrent.

"Ding Dong... crackling... crashing..."

All kinds of weird sounds pierced the dimension wall along with weird objects in the portal.

Those who are a little further away will naturally be able to see exactly what is washing Ye Ming away:

Pale skulls, including but not limited to skulls, spine, and leg bones.

The armor-like object, which was extremely red, seemed to be an exoskeleton of some kind of creature.

A big luminous ao cracked, and between the opening and closing of the pliers, the surrounding air seemed to freeze into ice.

Oh, it's a coincidence that the head of the uncle warlock also rolled out with this tattered child, which is about hundreds of cubic meters...

In the tattered city wall, the warlock master found all his parts and installed them in just ten seconds. He was very professional and skilled.

Bloody ghost fire was burning in the hollow eyes, and the voice of the uncle Warlock was hoarse as usual.

"What did you do to Lord Sanhuang!!!"

Even if it is hoarse, everyone can feel the anger of the warlock uncle from inside.

"Who are you, how dare you offend the noble Lord Sanhuang!!"

Seeing that, if Ye Ming didn't agree with him, he would be wiped out in ashes--even worse than ashes in smoke--if the uncle Warlock didn't get angry and killed him directly, but gently touched Ye Ming's dog's head.

"Oh~☈" The three yellows hanging upside down in the city gate let out a weak cry to extinguish the warlock's anger in a timely manner.

This made the warlock anxious, he hurriedly put down the three yellows and issued a series of exclamations.

"Oh my god, it's tragic and utterly conscience!"

"Master Sanhuang, are your feet swollen? Peibibi are bald..."

"Ahhhh, what's wrong with this cute little butt...damn...it's bleeding!!"

The warlock scratched his sleeves.

It is a pity that his sleeve space has never been able to hold anything economically valuable to the warlock himself.

"I want a bottle of magic plant essence."

Who dare not give it?

Almost everyone standing on the city gate took out at least two bottles in their hands!

At this moment, the extremely precious magic plant essence seems to be worth less than the rubbish on the ground...

After Lord Sanhuang drank the magic plant essence, his stamina bar quickly filled up, and he stretched his neck and pecked Ye Ming out of the trash.

Ye Mingse stood there shrinking and said to the warlock,

"Uh...um...Master Warlock, I..."

Unexpectedly, Lord Sanhuang squeezed the warlock away with his ass.

Uncle Warlock issued a harsh smile like an old raven, and squatted down honestly with his hands in his cuffs, his eyes piercing.

Sanhuang tilted his head and stared at Ye Ming's eyes with golden eyes.

"..."

Ye Ming swears-he just saw a series of complex emotions including murderous and various close-ups of death through the eyes of a chicken.

"Pattern~"

A bald chicken's butt was patted heavily on Ye Ming's face.

"..."

Sanhuang scratched the ground with his chicken claws, and kicked the ravaged and mischievous feathers to Ye Ming.

"..."

Ye Ming's brain goes crazy:

What does this mean, what does this mean, damn you cripples, don't patronize the excitement, what does this chicken mean!

Sanhuang looked back at Ye Ming, and then said "Oh oh oh" to the warlock.

The warlock nodded repeatedly,

"Hmm!"

"Understand~"

"I understand completely, don't worry, Lord Sanhuang~"

Everyone: "..."

You numb the wheat!

Is it possible that anyone can master a foreign language magically as long as they spend enough time with the boss of Yanhui Mountain Forest??

Uncle Warlock pointed to Ye Ming,

"Master Sanhuang is here, the old man said, now you want to put the feathers on the tail back to him as it is."

Ye Ming thought for a long time, and suddenly realized that this is a statement sentence!

So he asked tremblingly,

"Then... what if the safety is not good..."

Boom~

A flame blew open the hood of the uncle Warlock, and the beauty of silver flame held the two corners of the uncle Warlock and danced a pole in the flame.

The power of the dance of the silver flame beauty is huge, and for a while, there is no sound on the city gate, and everyone is busy admiring the silver flame beauty who resembles Wei Qingyu.

The flame representing the spirit wave of the warlock rolled over the overlapping waves, blowing the corpse cloud into a crumbling.

"(3)╭❤~" Uncle Warlock’s emoticon pack is online, "Have you heard a word?"

"Wha, what..." Ye Ming seemed to grab a life-saving straw.

Uncle Warlock actually had an expression on his fuzzy virtual face made of gray fog, he said with a smile,

"If you are well, it will be a sunny day! If you are not well, it will be a violent storm, hail, hail, sandstorm, and meteor shower!!"