"Sir, can you wait a little longer?"

"It's not possible, but I like you very much, so I can give you some comfort." The clay man nodded: "But this time the human camp is a bit special, and even the emperors on earth have participated in it.

It wouldn't be a bad thing if the girl could persuade a few people to withdraw."

"Sir, please forgive me." An old man laughed loudly: "Now, all there is only clan monk Shi Jing here, what kind of emperor is coming from the earth?"

"So, I'm just taking a look." The clay man sighed and his eyes swept across the crowd.

The human strong men all looked at the old man, and many of them had recognized that the old man was Shi Jing, the emperor of the Qingyu Empire.

Just as everyone was stunned, the muddy eyes suddenly lit up. I pointed at a fat-headed and big-eared bald man and sighed: "That fat monk, come in, I see why you look familiar?"

A fat bald man who was hiding in the crowd couldn't help but be stunned and was stunned on the spot for a moment.

"Yes, don't look at it, it's you." The clay man nodded: "Come here, don't hide. I'm a little familiar when I see you. Anyway, I'm idle, so come in and let me take a good look."

The fat bald man couldn't help but sweat and his eyes were full of surprise.

Now that I have turned myself into this, it is the first time I have seen this face. What is the familiar saying from where?

Even so, the fat bald head still had to walk slowly towards the clay man step by step, but his hands were already buckled on the gourd in his sleeve.

"Fellow Buddhists, are you a Buddhist practitioner?" Yang Wenjun's face changed slightly.

"This little monk doesn't recognize this person." The Buddha shook his head: "Maybe he is a monk who is placing orders in the temples elsewhere."

When the fat bald man walked to the clay man, the clay man looked overjoyed: "Isn't this a dog left? No wonder I think it looks familiar. When did you shave your hair? No wonder I haven't found you for so many years.

The baggage contains what your second uncle left to you."

While speaking, the clay man threw a bag directly to the fat bald man.

The fat bald man couldn't help but feel confused for a moment, but he was still crying in his heart: You are the only one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one

A monk's appearance is very different from all his previous appearances. I haven't seen so many old friends who have never recognized me?

How could he be recognized as his old friend when he came to this seemingly lifeless clan leader of the Clay Man tribe?

"Dog leftover, please take a look at the things in it and see if there are enough." The clay man smiled.

The fat bald man gritted his teeth and opened the bag under the gaze of the clay man. With just one look, the fat bald man's body was hit by lightning and hurriedly put away the bag.

The clay man nodded slightly, pressing his voice to the point where only the fat bald man in front of him could hear it: "There are five hundred treasures here. Even if the things are collected, let's put what should be put. That kind of thing is to be put.

A level practitioner, you cannot bring him to the battlefield of gods and demons alive."

"Senior,,,,,,," the fat bald man's face changed.

"Zhuo Junlin, I don't care what your origin is, or who is supporting you behind you." The clay man had no expression on his face: "The Demon Lord asked me to redeem people, then you'd better stop when you see it, here is my

, but there is no favor to talk about."

"this,,,,,,"

"If someone hadn't pleaded for you, I could have taken you down on the spot just because of your reputation." The clay man sneered: "And you have seven people all at once. If you weren't afraid of being on the spot, you would not be afraid of being on the spot."

Exposing it, I don’t mind letting the Yellow Turbans take you down and destroy you.”

The fat bald man couldn't help but be stunned: "There is no Zhuo Junlin here."

"Your little trick is just a fool of yourself." The clay man shook his head: "In the eyes of those who are discerning, all your tricks are hidden."

"Really?" Zhuo Junlin's eyes lit up.

The clay man couldn't help but feel that the little thing in front of him was not holding back anything good.

Especially when he saw the shiny eyes in front of him, the clay man couldn't help but burst into tears. This is the guy who even the Demon Lord had to exchange for ransom, and even the lay Buddhist Xuanji had to come to plead with him in person. If this kid was

It’s really the kind of Yiyou. How could the Demon Lord and Xuanji Master have such a headache? They came here in person and owe their own great favor?

"What do you want to do?" A hint of alertness appeared in the clay man's eyes.

"Senior has been entrusted by the Demon Lord, so he must exchange it for faceless response?"

"Yes."

"It's okay to replace people, but since the senior said that everything is invisible in the eyes of seniors, I don't believe it. Unless the senior can prove it to me, I will never believe it no matter what. Unless the senior can prove it to me, I will never believe it.

Answer a few questions from me, otherwise how can I believe it?”

The clay man's eyes couldn't help but hopped, but a hint of helplessness flashed in his heart: Why is this little guy so difficult to deal with?

"Since the opening of the battlefield of gods and demons, everything that happened in the Black and White Building has nowhere to hide in my eyes." The clay man sighed: "It's not just me, but even the Demon Emperor, Ghost Lord, and Demon Lord."

, The five supreme emperors of the human race, and the most powerful people of the god race, as long as they are willing to know, everything that happens will be hidden in their eyes."

"All those strong people know?"

"What I said is, 'As long as they are willing to know, everything that happens is in their eyes,'. I am afraid that many powerful people are not interested in knowing about what you younger generations do." The clay man sighed lightly

: "After all, in the eyes of those creatures, your methods are just as meaningless as playing house as a child."

"So do you know clearly?"

"The clay tribe is a group that guards the order of the battlefield of gods and demons, and is originally for the battlefield of gods and demons. Naturally, everything is clear."

"So have you known how many creatures died in the Black and White Building?"

"Seven people from the God Clan, forty-six people from the Demon Clan, fourteen people from the Demon Clan, sixteen people from the Ghost Sect, and thirteen people from the Human Clan."

Zhuo Junlin couldn't help but raise his eyebrows: "How come the gods will intervene? Shouldn't the human race have ninety people killed, right?"

"Who do you think those seven pursed brands are? They are played by elites from the Dark Net Easy generation of the Gods clan, and their purpose should be to seize the Nuwa picture on you. But they may not have thought that they would become yours directly

scapegoat."

"There are eighty-three people left, right?"

"In the Black and White Building, except for the nine people who committed suicide by taking poison, the only ones who died were Dari Boy and three Black and White Building disciples." The clay man shook his head: "The other Black and White Building disciples all pretended to die, including Black and White Building.

The chief manager, Aunt Xue, was just a scene made by Su Witch and Demon. Even if it weren't for confusing the demons and the ghost gate to find out where their base camp was located, the three disciples in the Black and White Building would have all

No need to die.”

Zhuo Junlin couldn't help but be stunned, but his heart was full of confusion.

Is there any such way to play?

Now all living beings know that countless casualties were killed or injured in the Black and White Building, but now the painting style suddenly changed. The one who was the best name was the Gods' Dark Web, and most of the dead Black and White Building disciples were faked to die. This way of playing,

But it makes us simple people of our generation unable to understand!

Witch Su, the Demon Son, is indeed a good actor in acting. Even I, who is almost hiding in the dark, almost turned blind.

This move is not only beautiful, but also makes me feel obsessed with it.

"Ask the last question, who killed the seven dark web powerhouses?"

The clay man shook his head, and a trace of helplessness flashed in his eyes: "You want to know who is trying to be unfavorable to you! But in my opinion, even if you are chasing the roots, it may not be a good thing. The creature who took action

After all, you are the strong people of your human race and have nothing to do with others. Even now, there is no intention to pursue the five supreme emperors of the human race and the witch Su, because you can't reach that level at all now. Even if you know the truth,

It's just a matter of heartache. They didn't take action, and the main reason was that they wanted to leave the real murderer to you. Only when you grow up as soon as possible can you not be considered as letting their efforts betray them."

Zhuo Junlin couldn't help but be stunned.

He had thought about many possibilities, and had thought that countless creatures would be unfavorable.

However, he never thought that the one who took action was the powerful man of the human race.
Chapter completed!