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"Then it's time to find the remaining three people and kill them."
"I think for the sake of the reputation of the Exorcist Guild, they will definitely fly towards us like moths to a flame, right?"
"Then let's just find an evacuation point and wait for them to come to us."
"Very good."
Chapter 183 The two poles are reversed, the master defeats the master!
It can only be said to be a coincidence.
They also set their sights on the evacuation point.
And their purpose is even more vicious.
They took advantage of the guild's emphasis on face and reputation, and openly provoked Jiang Lu and the others.
With their position exposed, they just hung at the evacuation point, waiting for the remaining three to come to the door, and then won the confrontation with two bounties and the total annihilation of the Exorcist Guild. This was them idea.
Of course, it’s okay if you don’t come.
What awaits the Exorcist Guild is the crazy pressure of public opinion.
At least in Chishan City, Black Jade will always dominate the guild from now on. Even if they meet in the spiritual realm, the guild will always keep their heads down and behave.
It is true that the initiative now lies with the guild, but no matter what they choose, the result seems to be foreseeable.
Therefore, they chose the nearest evacuation point on the south side, where they were ready to wait for the fish that slipped through the net.
However, while on the road, they suddenly received news from the outside world.
Seeing Ghost Sword suddenly stop, the other three people asked: "What happened?"
Ghost Sword smiled.
"I just received news that the guy who joined later has set traps at every evacuation point."
His smile was full of sarcasm, as if he couldn't understand how courageous this stupid young man was:
"It seems that we really underestimated them. We just said we were worried about whether they would come to us. Well, they actually want to catch us all."
"Ah? Hahahahaha." Mo Fist laughed: "How long has it been since he came in? In such a short time, all the evacuation points have to be set up with traps. How crude does it have to be to complete it?"
But the man with the mask thought of Jiang Lu's previous rescue of Qingying and Hongchuang under the Vajra Monk's palm prints, and said with a somewhat solemn expression: "But I can travel to four evacuation points in such a short time, so I still have to make time. As a trap, his speed is a bit scary, right?"
"But doesn't this just prove that he has nothing but speed?"
Vajra Monk disdains:
"I am at least ten levels higher than him. His speed may have some advantages over me, but I am better than him in every other aspect. So what chance does he have of winning?
What's more, even if you exclude me and him, we are still three against two, and the outcome is already doomed, right? "
"It's...no problem." The masked man nodded.
As for the trap, they didn't take it to heart from beginning to end.
For Vajra Monk, the so-called trap in front of him is just a child's self-righteous trick in front of adults.
The disadvantage of level cannot be compensated for by some trickery.
This is the charm of numbers!
Soon, the four people arrived at the south evacuation point.
This is a karst desert. The rocks on the Gobi Desert are full of traces of weathering. There are countless caves under the surface. It does seem to be a suitable terrain for an ambush.
The masked man squinted his eyes, looking a little puzzled: "I can't see what's there..."
"Nonsense, can you call a trap a trap if you can see it? You're so stupid." Demon Fist spoke rudely and had a straightforward temper. He rolled his eyes and stepped forward to try out the trap with his body.
The man with the mask was a little embarrassed, but it was hard to say anything.
Ghost Sword and Demon Fist are indeed qualified to not give him face.
Although apparently the strongest one here is the Vajra Monk, even the Vajra Monk has to act based on the looks of the two of them.
Didn’t you notice that messages from outside are always sent to Ghost Sword first?
After all, both of them are top exorcists of the same level. According to the traditional definition of Xianxia, even if they are just building foundations, they still have heavenly spiritual roots. Unlike people like Vajra Monk who have golden elixirs but only miscellaneous spiritual roots. , there is still a big gap in status.
However, although the mask man is not a Tianlinggen, he still belongs to the Earthly Root, which is second only to the Tianlinggen. Otherwise, he would not be sent to represent Black Jade.
So although he doesn't stand out against the Ghost Sword Demon Fist, he has a lot to say against the Vajra Monk.
Then something interesting happened. From the perspective of the above, the most powerful Vajra Monk, whom Black Jade currently relies on the most, is at the bottom of the contempt chain among the four, and has the least say.
As a result, the masked man was frustrated and could not reply, so he had to wink at Vajra Monk: "This is your chance to show off, go ahead."
The Vajra Monk reacted and hurriedly shouted to Demon Fist: "I'll go with you!"
Demon Fist turned back and nodded, without saying anything, and the two of them headed to the evacuation point area together.
The ghost knife and the masked man were always paying attention to the surrounding situation and doing a good job of vigilance.
Arriving at the edge of the evacuation point, Demon Fist stopped and began to feel the difference here.
The Vajra Monk who was following him looked at the calm evacuation point and squinted his eyes, observing carefully:
"It doesn't look strange. There are no traces of mechanisms, and there is no smell of magic. Except that the temperature here seems to be higher than outside, and there are some small flames, as if they have just been burned. There seems to be nothing special."
"Well... since you said so, there shouldn't be anything special. It seems that we won't know what's inside unless we go in."
Demon Fist took a deep breath and raised his legs.
He had inquired about it before. The exorcist guild he joined later had never been heard of before. It was unknown. He guessed that he was just a temporary worker who was rushing to sell products, so he was not afraid at all.
Although I later learned from the information coming from the outside that this person did have some abilities and was a contemporary divine traveler, I still didn't take him too seriously.
It is a well-known truth that running fast equals no confrontation and is brittle.
As a noble warrior, Demon Fist believes that no matter what the conspiracy is, he can break it with one punch!
Logically speaking, things like thundering should be left to the people below, that is, the Vajra monks. However, Demon Fist was very arrogant and did not even bother to do so. He just stepped in first.
But the moment he stepped into the evacuation point, his whole body froze.
The Vajra Monk on the side was wondering why he couldn't leave even halfway. He was wondering if he should show off and go in first, when he saw Demon Fist mechanically turning his head:
"help me..."
At this time, Demon Fist's face was full of panic. As he spoke, bursts of thick smoke came out of his mouth. His eyes were red, as if they had been smoked, and the skin all over his body shriveled instantly and became dehydrated. White.
The Vajra Monk subconsciously tried to pull him, but the moment he touched the Demon Fist's body, he felt a burning pain coming from his fingertips and withdrew his hand reflexively.
The next moment, the clothes on Mo Fist began to spontaneously ignite.
There is no source of ignition, no kindling, and no accelerant.
It seemed that it was just a matter of course that the temperature reached the ignition point and then it ignited.
Before Vajra Monk could react, the self-immolation that Demon Fist was going through had entered the next stage.
His abdomen began to turn from white to charred black, but these were not marks caused by burning clothes, but from his internal organs.
This is a burning that starts from within and spreads outward!
“This…this, this, this…” The Vajra Monk had never seen such a strange scene before, and was so frightened that he became speechless.
The ghost knife and the masked man not far away also noticed something strange here.
Of course, it's more of a disaster than an anomaly.
A perfectly good living person suddenly started to catch fire on top of his head, started to smoke all over his body, and his body gradually shrank. No one could ignore this drastic change.
They came over immediately.
"What's going on?" Ghost Sword asked.
But at this time, the progress of Demon Fist's self-immolation has spread from the internal organs to the limbs and bones. Not to mention the vocal cords, even the esophagus and respiratory tract are riddled with holes, almost eliminated, and it is impossible to speak.
So he opened his mouth, but except for the thick smoke in his mouth, there was no sound.
I can't express my emotions or convey information. Even if I want to cry out in pain, I can't do it at all.
The burning speed is too fast.
The nerves are almost burned out, and the brain is almost ready to die before it can react.
If the human brain has independent consciousness, perhaps Moquan's brain is asking at this moment: "Where is my blood supply? Where is my nutrition? Who pinched my network cable?"
Ghost Sword frowned, took out his scimitar and tried it.
Unexpectedly, he just fiddled with the magic fist, and his scimitar, which was of the highest quality, turned red instantly.
"Hiss!" Ghost Sword took a breath: "Is it so hot?"
The masked man had no time to care about his status, and said in shock: "Then why hasn't he been burned to death?"
As soon as he said this, Ghost Sword and Vajra Monk looked at him in disbelief. Even Demon Fist, who was already unconscious and about to be cremated on the spot, seemed to be having a flashback. He looked at the masked man seriously and broke through the genetic lock of the creature. Unexpectedly, The voice of the soul is produced by the vocal cords:
"Are you serious, gatekeeper?"
After saying that, the magic fist died on the spot, and the ash fertilizer would evaporate and turn black.
Although the process is complicated to describe, it actually took less than twenty seconds from the time he entered the evacuation point to the time he died.
Of course they didn't know that the evacuation point was actually a sea of fire, but Jiang Lu used the Dragon Suppressing Ring to suppress it, so there were only some inconspicuous flames.
Jiang Lu was a thief. He only suppressed the state, but the intensity did not change at all. There was no difference at all between the flames and the sea of fire.
What you need to know is that even if the instigator Jiang Lu was burned by the three-flavored real fire, his skin would be peeled off, and the healing power shared with the god Ishina would have to save him for half an hour.
Then you, a person who has spent all your money and can only produce sophisticated equipment, how can you come into contact with my myth?
Black Jade was thinking about numerical crushing, but Jiang Lu was thinking about dimensionality reduction.
The so-called grade level, in front of Jiang Lu's material level, can only be beaten as if it were a primitive person.
What's even more frightening is that until now, except for the information that you will self-immolate when entering the evacuation point, there is no effective information about Mo Fist's death, and the remaining three people are still confused.
"Is this a trap?" The masked man's pupils were shaking as he watched his teammates disappear: "Isn't this a curse?"
Ghost Sword's expression was even more ugly: "The Demon Fist is about the same strength as me, and is stronger than you. Even he can't support the evacuation. Doesn't it mean that we are completely unable to escape?"
The Vajra Monk took a deep breath: "I'll give it a try."