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Chapter 142: Hexi should really have a festival god

The moment the figure rushed out, Xi Yingzhen also stood up. The old sorcerer flashed and blocked Bai Wuqiu's face. One hand instantly grabbed the figure's neck, and the other hand slapped him.

After a crisp sound, the originally aggressive figure instantly became weak. At this time, Wu Mian, who was standing behind, Gui Bugui and others could see the figure clearly. This was an old man in his sixties and seventies, with yellow tinea tinea on his face, and two catfish-like beards drooped to his chest. The hair on his head, which seemed to be dry grass, was casually tied into a clenched hair, and hung weakly on his head.

After Gui Bugui stretched his neck and looked at him, he hid behind Guangzhi for a while, trying not to let this god see him. After Wu Mian glanced at the old guy, he slowly said to him: "Did you recognize him?"

Gui Bugui wiped his cold sweat and adjusted his body's angle. After confirming that Xi Yingzhen caught the man and couldn't see him, he whispered to Wu Mian: "That's a god in the sky, and he could not see him just by saying that he could see him. No matter what, he is a god, and Xi Yingzhen's father can't afford to offend him. What should I do if I put this breath on us? It's better to be low-key now than anything else."

When Gui Bugui spoke, the man who was strangled by Xi Yingzhen had already reacted. He grabbed the old sorcerer's hand with one hand and said to Xi Yingzhen: "Xi Yingzhen, don't be too presumptuous. No matter how you say I am a god, I am a god, and I'm not respectfully kneeling down and bowing disrespectfully. Do you dare to blaspheme, know how much sin you have for me to lose a hair? So what if you are an immortal body? When I attract the heavenly tribulation of all ages, the mortals who die will be counted on your head..."

Before the immortal could finish speaking, Xi Yingzhen had already raised his hand and slapped him again. He first gave him four mouths on the right and wrong, then reached out and grabbed the immortal's hair and pulled it down with force, and actually pulled half of his hair and half a piece of scalp the size of a palm.

At that moment, the immortal screamed, and a golden liquid like blood flowed down his forehead from the wound on his head. Xi Yingzhen was not finished yet, and stuffed the ball of hair and skin on his hands into the immortal's clothes, and then slapped the immortal as if he didn't have any money.

At the beginning, the immortal was still stubborn. Even if he was bleed along the corner of his mouth, he cursed at Xi Yingzhen: "Okay, good to beat him! Xi Yingzhen, if you have the abdication, you will kill me today. If you can't beat me to death, just wait for the heavenly tribulation. Beat him well! Use harder..."

The immortal is worthy of being a god. After being hit by Xi Yingzhen for more than 10 or 20 mouths, he could still stand. However, his face was swollen like a wheat cake, and his bold momentum just now was wiped out. When he spoke, he knew to be polite: "Xi Dashu... stop and stop... listen to me, I can't blame me for that matter... stop... listen to me. Even if I am a god... I can't know that there are your disciples on the list. I am the God of Epidemic... I'm doing a job of spreading plague... Who knows who is who... stop and stop... give the immortal some face..."

At this time, everyone realized that Xi Yingzhen was the God of Epidemic who spread the plague. What he meant was that when the plague spread many years ago, a disciple of Xi Yingzhen was killed. It was because of this underlying fire that he ended up like this today.

Xi Yingzhen seemed to have not heard it, and she continued to suck her mouth at the God of Epidemic. After another dozen mouths were slapped, the God of Epidemic could no longer see what she was. His face swollen and squeezed his eyes into a thin slit, and golden blood was flowing along his ears, nostrils and mouth.

The God of Epidemics first had already seen that the old sorcerer had probably beaten him first and vented his anger, and then 80% would have to kill him. He could no longer hold on and said in a crying voice: "Xi Yingzhen Daddy Xi... let me spare this time. Next time I spread the plague again... give you the map first. You old man ask our relatives to withdraw... and then I will spread the plague again. You should show mercy, no matter how you say I am a god. Killing God is a serious crime... Not only you... the people in the world will suffer with you..."

When he said this, Xi Yingzhen finally stopped. But just when he was about to give himself a step, the second idiot behind him suddenly said, "Old man, it's not that I'm asking for trouble. This bastard god dares to threaten you, just listen to me. You kill this god. I'll dig a pit for you and bury it in without anyone knowing it. God sent the gods to investigate, and I'll testify to you. It was done by Guangren, the alchemist schoolmen..."

After hearing Bai Wuqiu's words, Wu Mian turned around and looked at Gui Bugui, who was still hidden behind Guangzhi, and said slowly: "Look, it's such a good monster. After several years of being with you, it will be like this. In a few hundred years, Gui Bugui in the demon world will be it."

Gui Bugui blinked with a smile, looked at Bai Wuqiu's direction and said to himself: "I didn't teach it this, this silly boy still remembers Guangren's grudge."

"Who are you? You dare to instigate Xi Yingzhen's father to blasphemy! You are a monster! Be careful that the heavens will bring punishment from heaven, and all the demon mountains and the world will be ruined." After hearing Bai Wuqiu's words, the God of Epidemic was furious at that time. If it weren't for Xi Yingzhen's neck being pinched, he had already rushed over and tried all the epidemic poison on his body on the monster.

"Who told you to speak?" Xi Yingzhen glanced at the God of Epidemic, whose face had twice as swollen, and then raised her hand and continued to slap him. When he started, he was also muttering in his heart: It seems that this matter is going to be a big deal today. If he wants to spare this God of Epidemic, he will have no steps. I have never heard of anyone who killed the God of God before. Will it really kill this God of Epidemic? If the heaven really brings a heavenly disaster, his sins will be great.

At this moment, Gui Bugui suddenly had the courage to fight, and walked over with his hands behind his back and said as he walked: "Great Warlock, you are here to keep this God of Epidemic for my sake. It is not easy to be a god these days. If you have anything to do, you will see me..."

With the steps, Xi Yingzhen stopped immediately. At that moment, after he glanced at Gui Bugui with a smile, he snorted coldly, and still wanted to say a few words in the scene: "How can there be such a cheap thing? Grandpa Warlock, my disciple, died in vain? So what about the God Killing? If you have the ability, you will descend to heavenly disaster, or send the gods to the earth to kill the warlock, my life."

"No matter how you say he is also a god, he was a monk like you and me thousands of years ago. In view of his fellow practitioners before, you should open the door with the great sorcerer." Gui Bugui said, and then looked at the God of Epidemic, which was no longer human. After pausing, he continued, "Besides, after letting this God of Epidemic, he would be embarrassed to leave like this. He had to take out any magical artifacts on his body, so he would have to take out three or five things. Thanks to the great sorcerer for your grace of not killing. Is this god right, little old man? "

"That's right!" The God of Epidemics also took his time and shouted loudly to Xi Yingzhen: "As long as Xi Yingzhen's father saves my life, the magical artifact I brought this time. Just take it away, don't be polite to me."

After Gui Bugui's repeated "please" and Xi Yingzhen finally gave the old guy a face. At this moment, under the escort of the old warlock, the God of Epidemic took them into the cave, pointed to a leather pocket inside and said, "I came out in a hurry this time and only brought out an epidemic map. Why don't I write an IOU for the Great Warlock..."
Chapter completed!
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