Chapter 287

  In the magnificent underground palace, the Holy Lord seems to have been sitting still for a hundred years.

  Under the throne, Zhang Linchuan and Lu Yan stood alone, and the atmosphere was a bit...struck.

  At least those with the bony face standing behind Zhang Linchuan looked terrified and did not dare to breathe.

  A person wearing a dragon bone mask stands in the lower head position, but the person is on the middle line, neither leaning towards Zhang Linchuan or Lu Yan, but facing the Holy Lord on the throne.

   Standing with him is a man wearing a monkey bone mask.

Lu Yan closed those white eyes, and said gloomily: "Black misfortune lurks, bred, and grows in ordinary people, and then suddenly detonates, directly touching the transcendence, and completing it once! This is something that has been planned long ago, but now it is It's so much worse. Zhang Linchuan, you want to have command, but what are you doing? Even the dharma tools left by the rat face have been used. Isn't it the effect that you have now?"

   "It was the Holy Master that activated the bell in advance. What do you mean... Is it because the Holy Master is to blame?"

  Faced with the accusation of the elder Lu Yan, Zhang Linchuan was completely fearless. It can be seen that since the battle of Fenglin City, his position within the bones of Taoism has greatly improved.

"What's the matter with the holy lord? It's your poor use of people. You handed it to Snake Face such an important thing as Pestilence Bell? Back in Fenglin City, she acted with Rat Face and Dog Face, and the result was even stronger Rat Face and Dog Face. She was dead, but she survived. Why are you stupid enough to give her such trust?"

   "Doesn't this just show that she has a strong life-saving ability?" Zhang Linchuan's response was not salty or light: "I also took this into consideration."

   "Don't give me strong words!" Lu Yan said angrily: "When an old man dare not kill you?"

"Of course you dare! Just kill me in front of the Holy Master!" Zhang Linchuan also seemed to be really angry, no longer maintaining the surface peace: "Anyway, under your'wisdom' layout, the bones are already in Fenglin. The city was completely defeated, the high-level war dead, the chased down, withered like this. I don't care if another messenger is killed!"

   "You!" Lu Yan was so angry that he couldn't speak.

"What am I? Yes, to guide the development of the black misfortune, the weak should not be responsible for such an important thing. But who can move? Your layout makes the bones of the bones useless, and makes Zhuang Gaoxian a higher level. , So that Du Ruhui can get rid of the shackles! Du Ruhui who is close to the end is here, can you move or I can move?"

  Lu Yan gritted his teeth for a while, turned around bitterly, looked at the person with the keel face and said: "Dragon face, what do you say?"

   Among the twelve-bone noodles of the Baigudao, the rat noodle is the first of the twelve-bone noodles. It is purely based on combat power, but the dragon noodle is the strongest one.

  Among the twelve bone-faced people, only he opened the inner palace.

   Regardless of strength, in the realm, he can be shoulder to shoulder with Zhang Linchuan.

  So compared to other bone-faced people, his position is faintly detached. It's just that they have been practicing in retreat for a long time, and have not done much outside, so they are not as famous as other bone-faced people.

  Lu Yan’s question seems to be to let the dragon face show his attitude and stand in line, and he also complains that he often retreats, so that no one in the teaching can use it.

  Although Zhang Linchuan was poking at Lu Yan’s sore spot, the battle of Maple Forest City had passed. Even if the Holy Lord was not familiar with the world, there was no possibility of turning over the old account at this time. So this sore spot is actually not painful or itchy.

  There were many twists and turns, the eyes of the monkey bone-faced man standing beside the dragon face flickered, but he said nothing.

   "Second elder." Longmian's voice was full of anger: "Why didn't we kill Du Ruhui? It also saves you from being afraid of your feet, even the underground palace."

  Lu Yan:...

  Du Ruhui is the third-rank god's immediate powerhouse. Looking at the strongest combat power of the entire bones today, he is also a fourth-rank outer building realm. The bone messenger, the saint, and the dragon face, three inner palaces.

  As for the strength of the Holy Lord...

  Bone Bone Venerable "Awakening" in the body of Bone Daozi, the combat power that can be exerted is bound to be far stronger than when he could only shoot through the brand.

  However, how much it can play is another mystery.

  It is more obvious that the Holy Lord himself will never uncover the "mystery" easily.

  In other words, if you want to set up a game to kill Du Ruhui, you can only rely on a few of them.

How to kill   ?

  That is Du Ruhui, who is close to the end of the world with supernatural powers! Waiting for two or three strong gods might not be able to keep him.

  However, looking at the dragon's face with high spirits and fighting spirit, Lu Yan knew that he was not joking, nor was he trying to satirize anyone. This is what he really thinks.

  Reckless...

  Thinking of this, Lu Yan even forgave the second elder that he called.

  Who didn’t know that there is only one elder in White Bones Road now? It also emphasizes the order of the second elders, which is almost always ironic. As for the remaining one or two, they are probably people like dragon noodles or pig noodles...

"Cough." Seeing that Lu Yan was speechless, Zhang Linchuan coughed and said: "Du Ruhui's matter is to be put aside. The most urgent task now is the Lord's plan. The Holy Lord uses the black calamity that ravages a country as a source of disaster. Incarnate, become the Bone Sacred Body. It is triggered in advance, and it is not complete enough, how can it be?"

   Lu Yan coldly snorted: "Isn't the location you selected, the manpower to dispatch?"

   "Look." Zhang Linchuan spread his hands: "I have to go back to the question of why no one is available again."

  The two high-levels of them are pushing me here, like two green skins on the street, one by one, "Come here." It looks aggressive, but it's all boring.

  The saint is not in the underground palace directly, not knowing where to do something.

  Since Fenglin City, these people seem to be farther apart.

  Long face looked up, the Holy Lord still sat upright, his face expressionless and speechless. No one knows if He is listening.

  The Holy Lord has no attitude, and he will not have an attitude towards it.

  "Monkey face, rabbit face." The keel face person said: "Come here."

  The monkey bone mask was already standing next to him, so he said this sentence mainly for the rabbit bone mask.

  Tu Mian looked at Zhang Linchuan with a little horror.

  Zhang Linchuan nodded slightly, and she moved a few steps to the side of the Dragonbone Face in anxiety.

   "I ask you. The pig noodle is dead."

The keel-faced man paused, and continued: "Of the twelve people, he is the craziest and stupid. But he is the only one who really treats you as brothers and sisters. Are you not sorry for him at all?"

  The rabbit-bone face shrank his neck and did not dare to make a sound.

  The more she looks like this, the more irritated Long Mian is, but he knows at least that this woman is Zhang Linchuan’s faction. The Lord still needs to rely on these people now, if he doesn't want to destroy the Lord's plan, he has to endure first.

  It was the monkey bone mask who was silent for a while, and said: "Of the twelve, only three of us have died."

  He looked at the Dragon Bone Face: "Brother Long. You said that I’m sad one by one, so sad to come over?"

  The keel-faced person is speechless for a while!

  Lu Yan closed his eyes, his face was gloomy, and he couldn't see his thoughts clearly.

  Zhang Linchuan even hides all his expressions under the mask, only a pair of emotionally difficult eyes.

  Everyone in this underground palace hall has a face and a mood.

  No one knows, who really thinks what.

   is as great as the Holy Lord, who dares to say that he truly understands his will?

  ……

at this time.

  The holy lord sitting indifferently opened his mouth.

   "Time is up." He said.

  (End of this chapter)