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Even with the passage of time, the incomplete array patterns of the killing formation are not so simple.
Several saints roared and fell one after another, their blood splattering everywhere.
They were all injured.
Jiangnan narrowed his eyes. This little bald guy was indeed quite cunning.
However, these schemes would be useless against him.
You'll understand it very quickly.
Now that those saints are injured, should we go and kill them?
"It still doesn't work." Jiang Nan shook his head.
The injury to a sage will not have a significant impact on combat strength.
Moreover, these are just the pursuers; there are more behind them.
There are even super beings above saints in the shadows.
The bald boy quietly set up different array patterns. Some resonated with the killing intent of the array patterns in this place, some were disrupted and confused, and some even ran away on their own.
The bald man was also getting ready to run away.
It was still a bit late, though.
"Damn it... these old bastards, do you dare to fight me one-on-one?"
"When I become a saint, I will rob all your ancestral graves!" the little monk cursed.
As they were talking, powerful figures outside attacked and destroyed the ancient array formation.
There were people from their group trapped inside, and they were the ones who went to rescue them.
With both internal and external forces working together, the array patterns, indeed damaged, quickly became chaotic.
The murderous intent was chaotic and disordered.
Everything is fleeting; even saints move too fast.
The young monk hadn't gone far when he was enveloped by a series of deadly threats...
The little monk's face turned ashen, and he threw out his magical artifacts without restraint, which kept breaking.
His heart was bleeding; all of this was the result of his hard work robbing countless ancient tombs.
They were all wasted here.
Blood was flowing from his mouth, and he was grimacing; it was real blood, indicating a serious injury and pain.
"Hiss... You old bastards, I'll remember you!" the sincere little monk roared, his face growing paler and more listless, but also more serious. He had to run for his life.
Fortunately, he still has a trump card.
Otherwise, we'll really be in trouble this time.
Anyone who can walk away in front of so many saints can be proud.
Oh, that bastard could do that too.
"Young man from Jiangnan, don't let me see you again." The sincere little monk gritted his teeth.
"What will happen if they see it?" A playful voice suddenly rang in my ears amidst the boundless chaos and murderous intent.
"Holy crap...this is unbelievable."
"Junior brother, hehe, senior brother, brother, family...you've finally come."
"I knew you wouldn't abandon me, woof... Come here quickly, this kid is here, I've blocked him, I'm such a good person." The little monk's eyes darted around, one moment he was showing genuine emotion, the next he was betraying him.
He turned and ran, throwing a bunch of things at Jiangnan to block their way.
I even wanted to push him to the back.
You're just as hated, and if anyone sees you, you'll get ganged up on.
Unfortunately, given his current state and the hasty execution, the power of these things was limited.
Jiangnan, having waited in comfort, simply stepped past these things without even glancing at them, and swiftly suppressed and seized them with a backhand.
With his other hand, he forcefully slapped the sincere bald head.
The bald head gleamed with golden light, then the golden light shattered and became chaotic, leaving Zhencheng dizzy from the slap.
"Brother, I was wrong..." Zhen Cheng grinned, realizing he was done for.
This kid is ruthless, even more so than those saints before.
Then my head tilted to the side, and I completely lost consciousness.
Jiangnan slapped him down and dragged him away.
The entire process disregarded time; amidst the endless chaos and deadly intent, not even a ripple left anything behind.
The saints behind them, all wounded, rushed out of the ancient killing formation, and the others also surrounded and attacked.
There's not a single hair left.
Bald heads don't have hair to begin with.
Their faces all looked very grim.
Two petty thieves, two easy targets, they both got away.
3.8 It's also because there's something strange about this ancient tomb. If it were outside, this time the bald man would have a hard time getting out.
Hidden corners, misty places.
There are also disordered field array patterns here.
In short, there's no one there; you could shout at the top of your lungs and no one would know.
Jiangnan threw the chubby bald boy down, grinned, his eyes shining, and then passed by.
Thankfully, it was a fat guy, otherwise people would definitely misunderstand.
But thinking about it more deeply, the fact that they didn't even spare the fatso... seems even more disgusting.
Jiangnan patted the bald head, telling the fat man not to pretend to be dizzy.
It seems not.
He increased the force in his hand, as if he were cracking the fat man's skull open, and the bald man's head was flattened.
His bald head was shining brightly, with all sorts of colorful things, and a bunch of things fell down.
They're all magical artifacts, otherwise how could the bald guy be so resilient?
A group of saints chased after him, but they couldn't even draw blood from his bald head.
Then there were the Buddhist prayer beads around her neck and the bracelet on her wrist; these must have been made from the relics of high-ranking monks.
The clothes on her body, the soft armor underneath, even her underwear were all high-quality items.
After thinking about it, this is a bit too much. I'll just leave him his underwear.
Otherwise, if someone sees them, they might really think they're up to something.
Bad influence.
He's a good person; always leave room for maneuver, so you can meet again in the future.
Chapter 156 Stripped the Little Monk and Made a Fortune
These are all small items. The fat guy and the bald guy had their good stuff destroyed one after another, and then they brought them out again.
Otherwise, how could a half-saint withstand such an attack?
The space in Lun Hai is where the real accumulation lies.
This fat guy also goes around robbing tombs and swindling people out of their things; he must have a lot of good stuff.
Jiangnan ruthlessly tore open the fat man's sea of energy, unleashing the Devouring Heaven Demon Art, which transformed into a black hole that swallowed everything in its path.
Everything, no matter what, was retrieved from the boundless sea of samsara.
He was the fastest at taking things; after those god-kings and half-saints were killed and their sea of consciousness collapsed, he could easily copy them all.
It took this fat guy quite a while to finish collecting it.
This must be the result of countless mountains piling up all these good things.
This fat guy has swindled and dug up countless graves everywhere.
What a kind person, knowing he lacks resources.
Jiangnan grinned, quite satisfied.
Last time, when the ultimate weapons blocked him, a bunch of weapons above the level of saintly weapons, such as the Heaven-Opening Axe, were destroyed. Only a few halberds and spears were left for him to use.
Even though we don't need that many, I'm still quite puzzled.
Now it's all good, they've restocked.
This fat guy has more good stuff than all the other half-saints he killed before combined.