Chapter 135

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135

The faces of the people from the Holy Religion were extremely ugly.

Looking at what China has done today, it is clear that it does not want to be reasonable.

A thousand regrets in my heart made Hua Xia take advantage of it.

I regret even more why I was obsessed with accepting the funding from the United States in the first place.

If we had taken over the funding from the local plutocrats and developed a small brainwashing cult, although it would not have grown to the scale it is today, it would not have been attacked by evil sharks.

If we had been cautious at the beginning and hid our connections with the United States deeper, we might not have ended up in such a dilemma.

What now?

China regards them as the "salary" to draw out the firepower, and the United States regards them as the "car" to abandon the car to protect the commander-in-chief.

They are not human beings inside or outside here.

He wasn't lying about the question just now.

The people who came here today are certainly high-ranking members of the Holy Religion, and they are also core members.

China will not let down its vigilance unless it gives it a genuine "car".

But by killing them all, the Holy Cult is over, but the conspiracy of Lao Mei is not.

Yes, everyone guessed it right.

The United States is indeed "making the same mistakes again."

They want to restart that plan again.

Artificially create a group of super masters, masters who are capable of fighting practitioners.

Different methods, different operations, the same disregard for human life.

The only mistake they made was that they never expected that just after the plan was launched, they would attract such strong hostility just because of the issue of nationality.

A major war must be nipped in the bud.

They roared angrily.

Why! Just because we are country M! You just think we are doing bad things!

This is prejudice, this is discrimination!

That... excludes the matter of man-made practitioners.

Is it not a bad thing to support a cult?

The thoughts here are unpredictable and difficult to understand, and the ghosts above are fighting hard to separate.

As a real ghost cultivator.

Jiang Lan's strength is beyond doubt, not only did she die more than a hundred years earlier than her opponent.

Even before he came, he was armed to the teeth by Wu Ding.

The health bar is filled up.

She never fell behind from the beginning.

The reason why the opponent has not been defeated until now is because the opponent is somewhat powerful.

Mei Qiang has long ignored his dignity and kept applying various BUFFs to his ancestor.

In the Holy Sect, he is the only one who can play around, and the others can only worry.

They know that all it takes is a little movement of their fingers.

China can start "legitimate defense" here.

What can they do! What can they do!

They are dead.

This was something I had guessed before coming to this Hongmen Banquet.

But when we really face it, we feel the sadness, pain and despair in our hearts.

It can never be expressed with words and words.

They want to fight, rebel, and drag the United States into trouble, but... they can't.

If the United States dares to let them come, they are well prepared.

Here in China...

"The material is good..." Wu Ding said in a sympathetic tone.

But it made all the enemy personnel on the scene feel terrified.

The way Wu Ding looked at them just now was still like "order the soldiers and generals to kill so and so". Now the way Wu Ding looked at them was like "the fish on the chopping board, the meat on the cutting board, whether the vegetables are juicy and whether the pesticides have been removed." "

After picking and choosing, I barely qualified.

"You, you..."

Mei Qiang focused on the battle, and the faces of a man and a woman behind Mei Qiang had turned from white to green.

Although the possibility of their survival this time is not high, it all depends on whether China can hold their own.

These few possibilities are all based on their excuse not to give China a hand this time.

Otherwise, good people in the world would be held at gunpoint.

However, now...it seems that people are not so good.

If Wu Ding was just wearing a little weird clothes before.

Now, that definitely means he doesn't look like a good person.

His temperament and charm all reveal the aura of doing evil.

This is no longer just about killing people and silencing them.

But let them live a life worse than death.

Just when they were frightened, an old acquaintance from the special security office behind them suddenly spoke.

"Wu Ding! Don't go overboard."

"Emmm..." Wu Ding looked unhappy when the reins of a runaway wild horse were finally pulled, which made the Holy Cult even more uneasy.

Wu Ding complained to the people behind him without looking back.

His eyes were still fixed on the people of the Holy Cult.

"Isn't it agreed beforehand..."

"That's...that kind of situation can..."

"Tch, it's better than..."

"Wood Cauldron!"

"Okay, okay, I'll wait."

Half of the simple dialogue is supported by ellipses.

Neither party made eye contact.

A faint warning looked at the back of Wu Ding's head.

One eye continued to look at them with salivation, a look of reluctance on his face.

This part of the puzzle that required some thinking almost caused several people to die on the spot.

I thought the worst case scenario was death, but now Huaxia didn't know where to find an evil cultivator.

Aboveboard hint: No, no, no, death is just the beginning.

Mei Qiang took a mouthful of essence and blood in the ancestral ghost mountain.

The whole person suddenly aged ten years.

However, the ancestor ghost was glowing with red light, and with an exquisite spell, he grabbed a gap and attacked Jiang Lan.

For a moment, the offense and defense were reversed.

But it was only for a moment.

How long can the additional effect of burning blood and essence last?

Jiang Lan was hit, and her temper obviously rose. She reached out to touch her earrings.

She saw Wu Ding shaking his head imperceptibly.

Then she retracted her hand, pulled out a big knife (?) from her sleeve and chopped it up.

Chinese people: It seems that the style of painting is wrong, but it can be seen that he is desperately letting the water go. Is Wu Ding still not well?

Wu Ding: ………… I am trying hard.

His eyes were cast on the trembling group of people from the Holy Church again.

The current situation on the scene is that ordinary people are all shrinking back and dare not approach.

Because of the formation that Wu Ding arranged first.

Ordinary people are already quite uncomfortable.

Jiang Lan opened a big move, and the erosion of ghost energy on the human body was enough to cause illness.

The strong and healthy military men are still okay, but those who were run to talk nonsense have already lost their souls.

The remaining monks.

Mei Qiang was still fighting hard, and a man next to him who should be his son was playing a tricky trick.

He kept giving Mei Qiang medicine for treatment.

But it seems that he doesn't have a high status in the organization, and his strength is not strong.

PASS

Behind Mei Qiang, there was a man and a woman whose faces were already very ugly...

They seemed to be strong, but they were more inclined to be conspiratorial.

Wu Ding just tried to show his acting skills, and these two people were the most imaginative.

But the last one.

An old man who looked about the same age as Mei Qiang.

It was a bit interesting.

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His attention from beginning to end was on the fight between Jiang Lan and the ancestor ghost.

Very good, this should be a bit discerning.

Wu Ding took a look at the fight between the two ghosts and laughed disdainfully.

After attracting the absolute attention of the target person.

Wu Ding's hand began to show the word "Wu" one by one.

In addition to the Chinese people, the three American soldiers last time probably had an impression of this word "Wu".

"Wu Ding!" The Chinese teammate once again pretended to scold.

Successfully stepped on the opponent's psychological defense line again and crushed it with his heels.

"I didn't do anything. My hands are itching. I practiced a little. It should be okay."

Wu Ding threw the characters into the air one by one.

He looked like I was just ready to kill or attempted murder at any time... You really can't do anything to him.

Before the knife really fell, the sharpest dog-head guillotine was just a decoration.

You can't cry about "abuse of lynching" just because Bao Da Ren shouted "Wang Chao Ma Han".

Others were just scared, but the old man who was highlighted by Wu Ding had his pupils shrink.

His dry lips began to tremble.

Because Wu Ding's words "Wu" began to change into array plates.

He couldn't understand some of these small arrays, but he could guess their uses. He understood some of them, but he didn't understand their uses.

Along with these arrays, a lot of natural treasures floated out of Wu Ding's backpack.

These precious and rare materials were integrated into the array.

They were purified and refined in an orderly manner.

They blended and combined with each other.

The arrays also underwent a series of transformations.

Holy Church: ………… You have smashed down so many precious natural treasures, and you are just showing them off for fun? This is definitely ready to start a fight! ! !

Everyone was afraid, but the old man was the most afraid.

Because he understood!

Wu Ding was refining.

He was refining the array.

Others arranged the materials and then drew the array.

This person, only used spiritual power to condense the most basic array.

Then he used natural treasures to condense in reverse...

What kind of strength can create such a miracle.

What kind of talent and wonderful inheritance can have such a genius idea.

China is indeed the place that the world loves...

The old man looked at Wu Ding's increasingly excited expression.

He knelt down on the spot.

"I am willing to tell you, I am willing to tell you everything, but please don't..." He glanced at the semi-finished product in Wu Ding's hand.

"Mr. Takeshima!"

Wow, this guy is from Japan.

"Mr. Takeshima, you don't care..."

"I know! I know!" The old man, who had always been calm, was full of fear in his eyes, staring at Wu Ding.

What he was afraid of was not Wu Ding's talent, strength and this unprecedented refining array.

What he was afraid of was the meaning Wu Ding showed.

These arrays are used to refine people!

It is clear that people are refined into something!!

It is normal for China to want their lives, they are not good people.

It is normal for the Americans to want their lives, the Americans are not good people.

Under the same conditions, they are more willing to take a conservative route and keep the "hostages".

But now, China is not just wanting their lives.

The balance is instantly unbalanced.

Wu Ding smiled with satisfaction. It's good if you understand it.

His painstaking "plagiarism" was not in vain.

He didn't plagiarize Yelu Monroe's technology, that thing has been taken to the grave.

But you can plagiarize other people's ideas.

Your body, your soul, will be refined alive.

Become a material without dignity.

Please imagine the pain and humiliation.

The one who imagined it has already knelt.

Zhudao knelt quickly, and the people on the Chinese side were very happy, which meant that the subsequent Plan B, Plan C and the like could be saved.

An Rou and the others immediately took action.

The strongest ones took Wu Ding to the back in a kidnapping posture.

An Rou rushed to Zhudao and asked him to say everything he should say quickly.

Wu Ding glared at Zhudao with an unwilling look.

Let Zhudao strengthen his determination to rebel.

"My apprentice is in their hands..." Zhudao first expressed his concerns.

This is his only heir.

"Do you believe in the promises of Americans?" An Rou couldn't believe it. There are still such idiots now.

A country with negative credibility, do you dare to believe it?

"I can't guarantee that my loyalty will make them let him go, but at least, if I betray, they will definitely not let him go."

This is the truth.

Zhudao closed his eyes in guilt. He was afraid. He was selfish in the end.

"Don't worry. As long as you tell us, we will save people. Even if you die, we will save people first."

"Can I... choose how to die?" Zhudao surrendered because he didn't want to die in Wu Ding's hands.

"We can still decide on this."

Zhudao was silent for a while and said that he wanted to talk to the man and woman alone. Do ideological work.

Because he only knew part of it. Only when they knew it together could they know the overall plan and information of the old Americans.

Obviously, Zhudao was well aware of the basic principle of "surrender".

If he, the person who took the lead in surrendering, did not show enough sincerity.

China would not do its best to save people.

"You are crazy. As long as the news here is wrong, they will kill people."

"If the M people are not trustworthy, can China be trusted?"

"What are you betting on?"

"What we did... China will not let us go."

These words were all said by the man and woman. No one heard what Zhudao said.

But the look of horror on the faces of the two people looking at Wu Ding can explain everything.

They didn't want to die, but they had no choice.

Now a more terrible way of death is in front of them, and the bargaining chip held by the Americans is immediately lighter.

The representatives of the M country who were hiding in the back, even though they could only lie down and couldn't hear the situation here clearly.

They still keenly sensed the "problem".

Just when they were about to use a special contact method to contact the rear.

They found that they couldn't send anything.

Whether it was Xuanmen means or modern technology, all failed.

Wu Ding: No way, no way, they didn't really think that I set up such a large formation in the first place just to give the ghosts of both sides the same BUFF?

The three people who betrayed here just finished communicating in a low voice.

Just gave a look of affirmation.

Jiang Lan immediately opened the big.

After taking off the earrings, she gently swept them, and turned them into chains to tie up the ancestor ghost. The extremely strong and yang flames that could never appear in the hands of ghosts instantly covered the chains.

The ancestor ghost disappeared completely.

Mei Qiang spat out a mouthful of blood on the spot and fell unconscious.

His son was knocked unconscious by An Rou the next second.

Jiang Lan was even more unambiguous and rushed directly towards a group of ordinary people behind.

Her stunning face instantly became green and fanged, hideous and bloody.

She didn't kill people, which would damage her merits.

It was easy to knock out these rookies.

Only when you become a ghost will you know that scaring living people... is quite interesting.

Some brave people didn't faint at the first time.

They should have fainted after being swept by the Yin Qi.

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