More than forty practitioners stepped over him or her body.

Ao Wu saw all this from afar on the tree. He knew that the old tree head did not use his mind to control the believer to do these things, but the believer himself maintained this forest.

Behind the practitioners, Wanshan and Xuanzhi also watched this scene, but ordinary people are just ephemerals for them, like stepping on an ant to death.

However, they did not notice that although the blood of the mountain people on the ground was flowing, they were much smaller and slowly stopped the bleeding.

Lao Shutou is still very competent and saves people in a timely manner.

The practitioner cleared off the vines and came to the end of the road, and wanted to cut down new trees.

There were runes posted on the tree, and the practitioner couldn't help but be stunned.

"Is it that Master Zhang Tian from Zhengyi Dao is here?" Someone questioned?

Someone shouted: "Who is from Zhengyidao Longhu Sect here?"

Everyone looked around, and finally a little Taoist priest raised his hand and said, "I!"

Someone grabbed the little Taoist priest and asked, "The talisman you posted last night?"

The little Taoist looked at each tree in front of him and shook his head and said, "No, and these talismans are not the same as me."

If it is not Mr. Zhang Tian’s talisman, who will belong to it? Who will come here to post the talisman?

"What do you care about him? If you should cut down the trees!" A cultivator walked forward with a big knife and cut down on the talisman.

boom!
Chapter completed!